Soccer with the Italy Brothers
Chapter 3
Italy chased after his brother, "Romano! Romano where are you?!" He searched franticly, unaware why his brother was so angry with him…
Italy suddenly stopped to see Romano sitting on a log, his chin resting in his hands. Italy approached his brother cautiously, "R-Romano?". His brother scowled, being sure not to look his little brother in the eyes.
"What do you want?" he asked, venom dripping from his voice. Italy flinched at his brother's tone, and slowly sat down.
"Romano….what did I do wrong?" Italy asked. "Why are you so upset with me?" Romano grunted, remaining silent. Italy looked down sadly. "Please…Fratello-"
"You were always better than me…"
Italy's head perked up. "…..huh?" Italy cocked his head to the said, confused by his brother's words.
"Always...No matter how much I tried to be amazing, to be unique…you would always find something better, even as kids… Grandpa Rome adored you. You were an amazing at cleaning and cooking and art, I on the other hand was clumsy and my art and cooking could never compare to yours. I was a disappointment to our Grandfather. I wish that for once -just once- I could make Grandpa proud…"
Suddenly there was silence between both brothers, finally, Italy spoke.
"You made me proud…"
Romano glanced at his brother. "What?" he asked.
"Ever since we were little, I've always looked up to you Romano…Why didn't you tell me how you felt before, all this time…I had no idea how you were truly feeling." Romano froze, Veneziano…looking up to me? He thought. Italy looked up at his brother, sadness in his eyes. "Can you forgive me Fratello?" He asked quietly. Slowly, Romano pulled his little brother close to him and gave him a large bear hug, Italy cringed at first, startled at his brothers sudden change in behavior, then hugged back as well. Romano blinked backed his tears as he hugged. His little brother truly looked up to him, truly accepted him, truly loved him. Italy smiled as he pulled away and sat up. "Let's go Fratello, you see I'm really really hungry for some pasta you know, can we go get some pasta? Please, please, pleeeeaaassse?!" Romano scowled at his brother, suddenly back in character, then rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine…Lets go" He said taking his younger brother's hand in his. Italy smiled even brighter as he dragged his brother along with him back home, and Romano, who would normally be annoyed, smiled as well….
The End
