Hey guys, surrealArpeggio here with her first Hetalia fanfic!(kind of) In all actuality, it was an RP sample for an application (to RP Romano, of course) to a certain Hetalia RP forum. Which is why this thing is so freaking short.
The RP sample was supposed to be of a young Romano. Not ChibiRomano, just...younger (Like when he looks about 15 or so.)
"SHUT UP YOU BASTARD, I FUCKING HATE YOU!"
"Lovi, lo siento, I didn't mea-"
"BULLSHIT! I TRUSTED YOU, AND WHAT DO I GET? ANOTHER BASTARD THAT JUST HAD TO COMPARE ME WITH FELICIANO!"
Lovino Vargas, otherwise known as Romano, or the personification of South Italy opened his eyes and sat up and looked around. He was here again, the same lake, the same trees, the same everything. He had always run here every time something (or usually someone) had rubbed him the wrong way, every time since he was a small child. He hated that, hated having to be so weak that the only option was to run; his heart was Rome damn it, the home of the gladiators! Why couldn't he be great and brave like they were? Wait, that would mean being like muscular sweaty guys...Ew. Well, at least Spain wasn't that bad, he was muscular, true, but if he was...you know, MACHO, then Lovino knew he would hate him even more.
Spain...
Romano rolled over, trying to forget him. The stupid insensitive bastard. He just didn't get it, how it felt to be compared to your brother ever since you were formed. Your YOUNGER brother, no less. Well, to be fair, he was Lovino's younger TWIN brother, formed just 2 minutes after Lovino, but STILL...
"Lovi! Tomatito, where are you?" Suddenly a voice Lovino knew all too well called from the edge of the forest that Lovino was hiding in. Quickly, Lovino got to his feet. Spain knew him too well; of course the bastard would think of checking here. The younger nation ran. He ran because that was the only thing he could do.
Wow, that ended up darker than I thought. You know the drill people, review please~