A/N- Basically the point of these things are going to be to make you be overwhelmed with feels if possible. Yep I'm that type of writer. I shall make you cry.

For this chapter now I bring to you… Romano !

Disclaimer- I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING ! THE ONLY THING BELONGING TO ME IS THE STORY IDEA. I DON'T OWN HETALIA AND DO NOT OWN (even if I wish I did) ANY ONE THE CHARACTERS !

Romano sat alone in his room. The blinds were closed shut, the doors were locked. No one would be getting in. And that was the point. Romano didn't want anyone to come in he wanted no one to see him like this.

Sad was an understatement, scared didn't cover it either. He was petrified.

He had heard of other countries fading before. Or parts of other countries at the least. He heard how once they weren't needed anymore they just disappeared. Gone without a trace. Like so many of the ancients who only lived on through their children and memories.

But Romano didn't think that'd be the case for him. He was just the south half of Italy. And with the two halves being united there wouldn't be a need for him would there. Some may have asked him why he thought that… the answer was simple to him though.

Everyone loved his brother more. Hell even he did at times. That's why he was so sure he'd be the one to go.

Romano curled up tighter into himself a few stubborn tears escaping his eyes. No one could see him like this. Especially not his brother or Spain. He was sure those would be the only ones to really miss him. Everyone else wouldn't care would they ?

More tears.

"Damn it stop crying !" Romano thought angrily to himself wiping away his tears with the back of his hand only for more to appear. He hated having to act all tough. He didn't want anyone to know on the inside how terrified he was, hell he wouldn't even admit it to himself most of the time. Most of the times it would work others… not so much.

Romano let out a shuddery sigh. "Why cant I be better at something ?" he thought glumly to himself. This is what he did. When he was down he hated on himself, no one knew about it. He could point out everything wrong with himself for an hour before he'd feel to bad to continue. The pattern would repeat for awhile before he would scream angrily at the empty air.

Sometimes if Spain was home he'd knock on the door to check on Romano but the Italian would simply yell at him to leave him alone. Eventually it would work. A few times his voice cracked. Never had Spain found out though. Romano would hid his tears and plaster on a scowl and pretend to be how he always was.

He'd never show the world that he was scared, lonely, and sad. Because he would just fade right ?

A/N- Have I made you sad yet ? Yes ? No ? Cupcakes ?

EN-EE-HOW… Please drop a review if you'd ever be so kind. I take criticism pretty well anyhow so don't be afraid to be honest ! And also comment on which country you'd like to see next ?