Hey, guys! I'm back from the dead! This story has been in my head for a while, and I can't seem to shake it off. Also, I couldn't find a lot of stories like this. So, I'm committing to writing my own. Uhh, I have to warn you. Sense I have no idea how to write accents, like a Swedish one and stuff like that, I just won't try. I don't wanna butcher it. Additionally, there will be a little yaoi. Only a little, like it will only be a kiss. It won't even be graphic. I'm gonna also try to not swear so much in this story, but I will only say 'bastard' because he says it a lot. So, please review and enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia

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Dear Journal,

Ughhh, another year, another birthday party. Seriously though, why do I even go to these things? It's not like anyone is going to talk to me or anything. Well, maybe Spain, but that's tomato bastard. He usually is hanging out with that French bastard or that Prussian bastard. Sometimes both.

But, anyway, getting back to my suckish life, there is no reason I have to be here. No one likes me enough to talk to me or anything and their attention is usually on Feli. Not on me. Still, it's not like it's his fault, I mean he's just so… much better. You know what I mean? I just don't feel need here. That's why I joined the mafia. Well, my boss forced me to join some time ago, back a few decades. What I mean is that when my boss died I should have quit. Should being the key word there.

However, when I looked to how the mafia treated my to how the other countries did, I noticed that it felt like the mafia appreciated me and I mattered to the system. When I was with the other countries, they ignored me and only payed attention to my perfect brother. Speaking of that, I don't understand how they can do that to me. I mean who do you think does all the paperwork? Me. Who do you think handles all the problems in Italy? I do. That's why I look so terrible all the time. Feli doesn't do any of it.

You might ask "Why are you doing it all? Why can't Feli do some too?" When you see, he hangs out with potato bastard so much that he doesn't get to do any of it. To pile up on that, he rarely ever comes home because he stays at that bastard's house. He might be all cheerful and happy all the time but, he never does anything. I know he can clean and paint and whatnot, but when is that ever going to help you in a war? It won't at all.

For example, you remember WW2 right? Well, then you should also remember that most teachers and history books don't have anything that Italy did as a country to support the Axis other than just being there ally. Really, you hear about Pearl Harbor and the Invasion of Poland, but that's Japan and Germany. When do you ever hear Italy come up? Almost never.

You know why? Because Feli is a lazy coward that doesn't know how to fight or strategize or anything battle wise. Some say that's why the Axis powers lost the war. Including me. I knew the potato bastard was trouble. I knew Italy shouldn't be with Hitler, but with the Allies.

Damn. Someone's coming. Thanks for listening me, Journal.

Sighed, South Italy, Romano