Dear Bastard,
It's me. It has been awhile since the last time we met. My little brother said I should write something for you. Especially the one I can't say it in front of you. You know, to express some unspoken feelings. That little bastard, like I have such a 'unspoken feelings', which I don't. Mind you. Just... listen to me for this once, and after that, I don't care if you don't give a shit of this letter (or just throw it away).
We have known each other for centuries, since I was just a little kid and you were a growing nation. We shared many memories, full of betrayal, blood, sun, rain, and war. I didn't know when this feeling started, but I did grow this feeling. People said when we liked someone, we wouldn't be able to refuse it. I can't refuse my feeling, but I can change my feeling toward you.
You know what? I hated you. Hated. I used to hate you because you separated me with my last living family. I used to hate you because you never treated my seriously. As a child, I couldn't do anything but hated you. Times flew, and it changed into something better. Brotherly. The way you taught me how to plant tomatoes, the way you tried to cure my illness, and the way you cheered at me with your stupid smile. I'm sorry, maybe I never look like a grateful person, but my life with you wasn't as bad as my life before meeting you. The truth is, it was better.
And I didn't expect my feeling to grow... more.
I don't know, but you make everything is easier for me. You didn't force me to believe you, you wait for my belief. You didn't promise to erase my pain, but you promised to cry and taste the biterness with me. You don't care how many times I push you away, you are still here, holding me and making everything better.
I can't picture my life without you. I can't imagine how my life is without your smile. I'm still curious how I could live my life before I met you. I don't know. And, I don't want to know.
So, give me more times...
Give me more times so I can figure how to love you back. I will try my best, promise. I want to love you as much as you love me, so this love won't look unrequited. Just a little time until I can figure how much you mean to me.
Thank you for putting up with me. Maybe, this feeling is kind-of-love, kind of.
Ahem... happy anniversarybastard.
Lovino Vargas, Romano.
A/N : Short! I'm sorry if Romano is OOC here, in my headcanon, he doesn't curse too much. He only curses when he don't have anything to say. Soo... yeah, please don't flame me for it! Sorry for the bad grammar too!