Looking at me, you probably never would guess I have ever needed help. Now looking at my younger brother...you can TELL he needs guidance, but you are so wrong.
About five years ago, Feliciano helped me through a rather difficult time. It's weird to talk about how our father didn't notice, how my boyfriend could tell but every time he asked me I told him to drop it.
Italy helped me over come my anorexia.
I refused to let Antonio help me, he didn't need to see me as weak as I was but, ITALY helped me. So any time you people think he's a brainless twit, or insult him thinking he won't care or won't understand. You are so wrong. He's just as smart as you.
Italy made me explain my anorexic behavior to him, why I did it (just a reflex of my anger, I wouldn't eat when I was mad), how I could not notice this was a huge problem (I didn't feel hungry or that nagging pain it just went away), how I had refused his help or anyone else's (I just didn't want help, it was as simple as that), and how stupid I was for destroying my body (At this point I cast my eyes down.) But what got me most was how he babbled and cried, and was honestly concerned.
For two years he fed me starting as a little food, and slowly got me to eat more and more. He stilled refuses to let me eat alone. I'm at dinner with him and Ludwig, and lunch with him and Antonio, and breakfast are just for us. Our time to just relax and spend time talking things over.
His concern and love are always keeping me going, he trains with me (if you consider me running and him sitting, training.) and he helps me with everything.
I love him, and if you have to say something rude about him say it to me. I can prove you wrong.