40 years before present time

"Fratello! Im home" a cheerful italian called out. He found his brother sleeping on the coucn with the television on. Italy pulled a blanket over his brother and turned off the television before going to start on dinner.

Romano found himself awoken by the smell of pasta coming from the kitchen. His brother was home. He pushed himself off the couch and trudged into the kitchen to find his brother serving plates. "You're finally home," he murmured. Feliciano looked up to see his grumpy brother standing by the opening. "Ve~ youre up! Bad day fratello? Dont worry some pasta will cheer you up!" He set a plate down and Lovino sat down and picked at his food. "You were gone for two whole weeks." He said plainly. The younger brother swallowed thickly, he knew his brother was not going to let him slide out of this one. "Germany took me sight seeing after the meeting and I lost track of the days. Im sorry I didnt call fratello." Romano scoffed. "What I wanna know is what's going on between you and that potato bastard." Italy sat quietly staring at his plate for afew seconds before mumbling something. "Im sorry fratellino, I didn't catch that." Romano said in a monotone not looking away from his brother. Feliciano cleared his throat before repeating clearer, "we're dating."

Lovino looked at his brother shocked before standing up and sitting next to his brother who refused to look up at him. "Now you listen to me Feliciano. And I say this for your own good. Break it off." Feliciano looked up at his brother with tears in his eyes. " I love you fratello but I cannot approve of this."

"But fratello!"

"Feliciano it's wrong and you know it is. God forbids it and I will be damned if im letting you go to hell because some stupid potato bastard cant keep himself off of you."

"Fratello no way this is not fair I wont do it." Feliciano stood up now crying and angry. Why can't his brother be happy for him?

"Feliciano for once listen to me!" Romano was growing impatient with his younger brother and was holding back as much as he could to not snap at him. He knew his brother couldn't help it and was trying to be as sensitive as possible about it. "Break it off and then ill have a talk with you." Romano moved to go to his room when he heard the plate fall and break on the floor. He turned to see his brother red faced with tears streaming from his eyes.

"Im not going to Romano. You're just jealous cause I have someone and you don't. There's a reason im obviously the better half of Italy. Youre just an asshole about everything." Italy let out a fit. Romano was taken a back by his brother's outburst but soon couldn't hold back his own anger.

"Listen here you stupid bastard, you don't talk to me like that. And me jealous? Ill be honest yes I am jealous but not for your stupid boyfriend. Im jealous because youve always had everything and everyone alway surrounded you while I didnt have shit to my name except the meaning that so explained me perfectly. To ruin, while your name means happiness. Thats total bull shit. While I'm here trying my best everyone ignores me. Yet when you do the exact same thing you get all the praise. Sometimes I wish you didn't exist, you just get in my way. No one seems to notice that I'm Italy as well. I was the first Italy but you took the name from me so now im just Lovino, Romano fucking Vargas. I dont see what makes you so damn perfect anyways. So you can paint well and youre always happy, at least im not some whiney stupid little faggot that cant even tie his own shoes"

Italy looked at a crying Romano shocked. He never imagined his brother to ever feel that way about him. He felt guilty and wanted to apologize but he wasn't sure for what. Before he said anything Romano ran out the door and slammed it shut leaving Italy alone in the house.