Hey Guys! This is my first story. I hope it goes well..
I do own Hetalia and nor will I ever. I wish I could though.
Why? Why has no one ever loved me? Nonno Roma always took Veneziano instead of me. What can I do? I can only farm and grow tomatoes. I can't draw worth shit, I can't cook well, I can't communicate with people well. Just face it. I can't do anything. Now look at my fratellino. He can do anything he sets his mind to. Hell, he can do anything even if he thinks he can't. He draws amazingly well, he's a wonderful cook, he communicates extremely well with anyone and everyone. But, hey! I'm still part of Italy whether I like it or not. So I still count for something, don't I?
"Romano! Dinnertime!" Veneziano called from downstairs. I rolled off of my bed and stood up. I stretched my hands to the ceiling and heard my back crack softly. I very, very small smile made its way to my face as I sighed in brief contentment before I pulled my arms down and headed down stairs. I heard my sneakers plunking softly as they hit each step on the way down. As if counting how many times I'd actually have before I would crack under fratellino's popularity too soon. NO! I will not think like that! I walked into the dining room and saw Veneziano putting the lasagna on the table.
"Ve~! Can you go get the grated cheese from the fridge, per favore?" Veneziano asked me. I glared lightly at him.
"Fine," I grunted and went into the kitchen and straight to the fridge in the corner of the room and opened it to find the cheese he wanted. He grabbed a spoon from one of the drawers near the sink and made his way back to the dining room. Placing them on the table, I sat down again and noticed that the potato bastard wasn't at our table for once. "I'm surprised the potato bastard isn't here."
"He had to go home to check to see that Gilbert hadn't destoryed it, ve~" Veneziano replied in his usual cheery tone. I rolled my eyes, I wasn't complaining about him not being here. Personally, I really couldn't care less where that bastard was. Veneziano put a piece of lasagna on my plate, then a piece on his. We put the cheese on our meals, and then ate. Huh. I didn't feel as hungary as I normally do. "...Lovino!"
"Hm? What?" I mumbled. I hadn't been paying attention to him at all.
"Why aren't you eating as much today?" Veneziano sounded really worried and upset. I looked at my plate and realised that I had only eaten about a quarter to half of it. I pushed it away as I also realised that I had stopped eating because I wasn't hungary anymore.
"I don't know, idiot! I'm just not that hungary is all!" I tried to cover that I had been spacing out as I had been eating. I stood up and started to walk away, not paying attention to him anymore. I walked upstairs and to my bathroom and took a shower. I turned the water on to as hot as it could go and stepped into it. As I did, I heard my skin hiss as it was burned. I didn't care. My skin was already red. I scrubbed as hard as I could my skin and tried to get the feeling that I was nothing out of my mind. I crubbed to point that my skin was lightly bleeding. When I realised this, I was a little surprised. That had never happened before. Oh whatever. I'll deal with it after. I rinsed off all the soap and stepped out. I dried off, uncaring of the bloody skin, and wrapped the towel around my lower body. I walked to my room and saw Veneziano sitting on my bed.
"What the hell are you doing in my room, Veneziano?!" I quickly went over to my dresser and put on a pair of underwear first, Then lket the towel frop to finish getting dressed. As I was putting on my temporary pajamas, he looked at my with a very concerned expression which was very rare for him."What's wrong fratello? You've been getting really distant lately," Veneziano had so much worry in his voice, that I scoffed. He wasn't actually concerned about me, he just didn't our country to have a bad reputation then it already did.
"Nothing is wrong, idiot. I just want to go to sleep. We have a world meeting tomarrow. Did you forget about it?" I reminded him. He sprang up and started ranting about how we weren't going to be ready and he ran out of the room. I sighed. I had gotten to get him distracted. I didn't think that he'd notice that easily. Hell, I hadn't even noticed. Eh, whatever. I had to get to bed. Hopefully I wouldn't dream about bad memories of people not wanting me.
Tears ran down my cheeks as I saw Spain begging Austria to take me back. I couldn't take anymore rejection as a little kid like I am. I managed to hold in sobs so they couldn't hear me. I ran down Austria's driveway and through the woods back to Spain's house. All the while tears ran down my cheeks. Ass I ran, I felt hands reach out to grab me and feet coming out to try and trip me. Voices yelled at me, telling me that I was useless, fat, a jerk, good-for-nothing, and that I shouldn't be here. I cried harder, because they were right. I really shouldn't be here. Even if Italy is broken up, there still shouldn't be two personifications. I should just be gone. Even Spain who I thought had loved me and accepted me for who I was, had lied to me. Just like everyone else. That's all anyone does is lie to me.
I already know that I shouldn't be here. The voices continued to tell me how I should die and leave, because no one liked me anyways. The feet continued to trip me as I just stood back up again and continued to run back to Spain's house. The hands continued to grab me and drag me away. They were just reminding me that I had no one that really wanted me, anyways. My legs gave out and I looked out and screamewd for help. Spain walked up to me and laughed.
"No one wants you Romano. Just face the reality already. Just go away. Your brother will always be better than you will ever hope to be," Spain's words cut through me like knives and I believed him. I could trust him to tell me the truth right? But Spain wasn't done. His pirate smirk adorned his face as his boot kicked into my stomach, cracking my bottom ribs. I screamed in pain and couldn't seem to stop as tears streamed down my face like rivers...
"AH!" I screamed and bolted up in my bed. I felt hot tears running down my face as I breathed heavily. Fratellino came running in my bedroom a second later. He hugged asking me a thousand times what was wrong. I just shook my head. "Nothing's wrong, idiot."
"Fratello, don't lie to me, per favore. What's wrong?"Veneziano pushed me to say something. I didn't respond. I just got out of his hug and turned away from him, closing my eyes and willing him to go away. I heard him sigh and mumble under his breath as he walked out of my room...
"I love you fratello. Don't ever think otherwise."
This is the first chapter. I hoped you enjoyed it!
