Summary: Spain was not God. Romano knew this, more so than anyone else.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
Romano knew his master was not God. There was no God. Romano knew this. If Spain was God, then he did not exist, and Romano knew that Spain existed. The sting of the whip against his back assured Romano that, no matter how much he may wish it so, Spain was real. Spain existed. So, no matter what Spain might claim, Spain was not God. God was not real.
Romano gripped at the rosary he wore, not because he believed but because he wanted a reminder of why he didn't believe, and closed his eyes. He tried to will his mind to another place. To a place where Spain was not real and Romano was home in Italy once again...with his beloved younger brother, Feliciano. Feliciano...Spain had stated his interest in the younger Italian many times, but had been unsuccessful in obtaining possession of said boy. This made Romano very happy. He could survive this life, this Hell in the service of the Devil, if only his younger brother would be spared his fate.
Spain was not God. There was no God, of this Romano was sure. But there was a devil. Romano knew the Devil's name. He was, after all, Romano's master. Spain was not God. Spain was the Devil. Romano knew, more than anyone else, Spain was the Devil.
*The End*