Author's Note: What?! Me, actually updating the fic? More likely than you think. Anyway, I have konow explaination for the delay. I just didn't do it. I'd like thank those who left actual comments on the fic, and to the people who have just been spamming the comments section, please stop. No one is ammused, exact maybe yourself. Now that we've addressed everything, let's get on to the fic!
Chapter 4: Romano's Commentary
Dear Diary,
I thought today would actually be a good day. I thought today we would actually have a productive meeting. I actually thought I wouldn't want to slap a bitch today! Well guess what Diary, I thought wrong!
First off, my brother did the thing. We know what the thing is. The thing he wasn't supposed to do. The thing that led to an absolute shitshow of a meeting. I know why he did it. To give that bastard a chance to say what he felt. He gave the German a chance to tell Ukraine he likes her, and you know what I'm suprised I'm not more upset.
The man fainted from embarrassment. He fucking fainted. Because he was embarrassed about some pick up line. Can you believe it? Actually, you can, because that man has a stick up his ass that is a mile long and can barely talk to women unless he's drunk.
Thirdly, it seems this terrible attempt at flirting actually interested Ukraine! After
taking the giant potatoe man to the docter, he bought her dinner as thanks. And she was so damn happy about it. Her face lit up, and I swear I saw her actually glowing. It wouldn't be the first time I thought she was glowing. Sometimes I think that woman might actually be an angel.
Finally, the worse part about today is seeing my brother sad. He is crying because he knows he can't take back his actions. He knows he chose his friends happiness over his. He let Germany ask her out, and make an ass out of himself, bbecause it made Germany happy. He knows it made Ukraine happy too, to go on a date with Germany. He knows Germany is awkward, but he's tall, strong, smart. He is a protecter, a giver, and worst of all, actually pretty nice. That's right, I admit he is nice. He's not what I'd call a friend, but dammit, he is my brother's friend, and that means he can't be as bad as I wish he was.
Veneziano thinks I don't notice his feelings. He only knows that Germany is oblivious. He only knows that his friend is happy. He only knows that if he said anything, the German would give up on Ukraine to give him a chance.
He doesn't know some things. He has no clue about my own feelings for Ukraine. He doesn't know about them, because I didn't say a word. I didn't want him to pick a side. I didn't want him to feel that was necessary. That dumb Rule 28 treats Ukraine like she something to be fought over. Well guess what, she may be the representation of nation, but she is an actual person, with feelings. Italy didn't fight for her, because he knows better. He didn't fight with Germany, because he values their friendship too much, and he knows better. I didn't say a thing because I knew better. I doesn't matter if my brother loves her. It doesn't matter if I want him to be happy again. I doesn't matter if I want punch the German for not realizing my brother's feelings. It especially doesn't matter if I love her. You know why? Because she chose Germany.
She never knew about me, or Vene, because she didn't need to. Germany is who she wants. Germany feels the same way. My brother? Me? We don't matter. We can't someone to love us.
Author's Note Pt. 2: This was supposed to be funny, with Romano being salty. Well, Romano is still salty, but the salt is in his tears. So now it's depressing.