I don't own Hetalia. If I did, all my OTP's would get together.

"You don't understand me! You've never understood me!" Lovino yelled at his Nonno and fratello, before running out of the large house, tears streaming down his face. How could his family think that he'd be another Felciano- perfect, artistic, well behaved? Wasn't he good enough?

He ran to the park, his sanctuary, hiding in the orchard area, near the tomato plants. Lovino collapsed at the base of the tree, bawling into his knees. Why? Why wasn't he good enough? He tried, he tried so, so hard, why wasn't it enough for them to really appreciate him for once? Why couldn't he be a perfect child that his family actually loved, instead of them feeling obligated to take care of him? Was he really that bad? He tried- really, he did! So why didn't they love him even a fraction as much as Feli? He didn't hate Feli- that was impossible- but sometimes, sometimes, he wished he could have even a fraction of his brothers life. Talent, friends, love- his brother had it all. He had all, while Lovino had none, stuck in his brother's shadow, every. Single. Day. Why?! Why was he dealt the bad hand, while his brother got all the right cards? Why didn't he ever get any luck? Why couldn't he even have a piece of Feli's talents? All he had was a foul mouth, short temper, and a stupid obsession with tomatoes. If he was more like his brother- cheery, friendly, happy- would he be happier, have a better life, be successful?

His fratello wouldn't be worried if he didn't show up tonight. They thought he'd come back, no matter what. But what did he have waiting for him back home? He did love his brother, but being related to 'foul mouthed Lovino Vargas' was hurting him, even if he didn't see it. And Nonno... Nonno loved him, and vice versa, but he had always known Feli was Nonno's favorite. He didn't have any friends- unless you counted that Belgian girl he went out with for a week- the collective school population either hated him, bullied him, or simply ignored him. No one would miss him for more than a few days. So why shouldn't he run? A new start, a new attitude, a new name- it sounded perfect. What was left for him here? Nothing, that was for sure. All he has to do is pack a few things and head a state or two over, and boom! New chance at life! Nothing to hold him back, no one to compare him too, a chance to be known as Lovino, not 'Feliciano Vargas' older brother'.

His head snapped up in all it's tear stained glory to the sound of another boy's voice. "Hey there! Are you okay?" He hurriedly wiped the tears from his face.

"What do you want?" The boy frowned, and Lovino thought the expression didn't suit hi-stop! No, bad thoughts!

"I just want to know why you're crying!" Lovino was startled. He wanted to help him, 'Lovino the sailor-mouthed'? Who'd want to do that?

"Do you know who I am?" The boy tilted his head, green eyes meeting amber.

"Why does it matter? You're still a person." Lovino gaped. This person- this boy- didn't care who he was? Didn't care about the rumours? Didn't care about his reputation?

"I'm f-fine. T-thank you." He winced. He hated apologizing, but a person who didn't care about all the accusations, about all the rumours, maybe they'd actually care for him, not Feli. Maybe he'd get his new chance at life, one with friends, love, and maybe even happiness.

"You're welcome! I'm Antonio, nice to meet you!" The boy extended his hand and Lovino felt a faint smile creep on his face. This was his chance, to shine, to be happy, to live. All he had needed his entire life was a chance, and it was starting him in the face right now. He took Antonio's hand, and the door to a new life opened.

Hmm...The ending was kind of a fail, but its pretty good considering I wrote it at 10:30 at night.