Pairing: Spamano (Fem! Romano) with one-sided Itacest with Slight!OOC/Yandere! Italy.
He never did he feel once scared or lonely. When Grandpa Rome died, when he was bullied, when Holy Rome left. Not once. Because he had her.
His precious big sister.
She always protected him and took care of him. Even if she did act cold and hostile, he knew deep down she was a warm, passionate person. She just had trouble expressing herself.
She gave off a strong and powerful aura. She was amazing at growing things and was a spectacular cook, despite being clumsy and destructive at times and occasionally accidentally destroying a village at times.
When he was sad, she dried his tears and make him laugh till he would forget why he was sad in the first place. And no matter what, she was always by his side, so he was never lonely and he knew that she would never let anything happen to him. He was safe.
She showed him the beauty in the world around him. The magestic mountains, the vast, deep blue sea, the mysterious night sky, the gorgeous fields and their rich culture. She inspired him. She told him stories of magic and wonder. She knew everything about anything, she was the smartest person he knew. And, no matter what, she would always let him snuggle up to her in her bed and let him sleep there with her or when he was tired, she would pick him up and carry him, letting him sleep in her arms. She would also sing to him every single night.
His amazing big sister was also the most beautiful creature in existence. With her sparkling hazel-green eyes that glowed like the moon, dark brown hair like the skin of an olive tree and flawless skin that glowed with health and happiness. Her smile was full of kindness and light. Her laugh was like the most beautiful kind of music. And the fire in her eyes and heart was more passionate and warm than anything in the world.
He eventually fell in love with her. She was the most wonderful country in all of Europe, even if she was technically only half of a country. He knew they would be together forever, in eternal bliss and happiness. No war, just peace, playing games in their rich and prosperous land with no worries or cares. They'd never been to or go to war and they would never have to worry about anything like that.
Then Grandpa Rome took him away.
How he longed for the day when he would return. While he loved drawing and spending time with Grandpa Rome, he wished for his wonderful big sister to be tell him stories, to cuddle with in his sleep, to play with and show him the magic and beauty in this new environment. To tell him all about all the plants and animals. It was a lovely sight but he just wasn't as inspired without her there.
He wanted her to be there and hold him when he cried about all the blood,gore and wars that all the other countries and people had to go through and sing him a lullaby to comfort him. He wanted her to tell him everything was alright and he was safe from all the terrible things in the world, and that it was still a wonderful place.
When Grandpa Rome died, he was sad. His wonderful grandfather had been killed, and he would miss him terribly. Grandpa Rome had left both him and his sister wonderful inheritances, though his sisters, in his opinion, was better. But he was also happy because he would get to see his wonderful sister again.
But when he did, he could feel his heart breaking bit by bit.
His sister still smiled, but they seemed fake and she didn't laugh as much. She seemed tougher, colder, meaner. She scowled and often cursed when she was mad and destroyed things by throwing them or smashing them. She only did this when he wasn't around though-or thought he wasn't around. She was still sweet, kind and loving towards him though. Towards him she was a wonderful big sister. She was nice towards some other people too, but not many. He could see his sister slowly building walls and isolating herself, to protect her self. But he could never fathom why.
All he knew now was that someone hurt his sister and he was going to make them pay. They hurt the most wonderful person in the world. Someone hurt his precious big sister. Nobody would hurt his sister and get away with it. Nobody. He was going to make anyone who looked they might hurt his big sister and make them pay.
Later he found out that some nations would jeer her about Grandpa Rome taking him instead of her and bully out all her flaws, ignored her presence and teased her till she day, when he was stronger, he would get his revenge. They would suffer for even daring to be mean to his wonderful big sister.
When took them over, he was okay with it. Because they were Mr. Austria put them in the clothes of the opposite gender, he didn't care. He liked the pretty dress he was put in and when he asked his sister why she wasn't wearing one, she just smiled, laughed and told him it was because the Austrian was an he wasn't fully listening. His heart was swelling with joy at his sister's smile and his ears were filled with the gorgeous music of her pure, undying laughter.
He didn't care that the mean Austrian abused him or he wasn't allowed to have pasta and he had to clean the entire house. He had his wonderful, amazing, powerful sister. And that's what mattered.
Then she was taken from him.
He had begged Mr. Austria not to do it. To keep them together. He asked Ms. Hungary to help him out and let them stay together. They were two halves a whole. They had opposite personalities and talents. They were both very different and needed each other to balance themselves out. But he wouldn't do it. Then, Spain came and took her.
He had cried for days. Nothing would cheer him up.
Then he learned Holy Rome was there. Holy Rome had always scared and he often went running in tears to his big sister when they were younger. Holy Rome was still scary but he then realized Holy Rome was infatuated with him. He realized that with Holy Rome, he could become powerful. With Holy Rome he could get his sister back and make those who had hurt her pay. Maybe he did eventually develop a crush on Holy Rome. But he still carried an undying love for his sister.
He rejected becoming one with him because he loved his sister. He then came up with a reason for not wanting too by using an excuse involving his grandfather and painful battle scars. But he still hoped that Holy Rome would help him get back his sister.
Then he and his sister could be together and it would be like when they were little: Him, his sister and happiness.
Then Holy Rome died.
But later Spain brought his sister over for a visit. And she was different. Very sister was beautiful as always, with her hair longer tied in a ponytail similar to Spains' and a loose white shirt, tan pants and black boots. But on her face was a scowl and her eyes were cold and harsh, though they did soften a good amount when she saw him.
He ran up and hugged her and she hugged him back and when he finally let go he grabbed her arm and dragged her out to play. But the entire time she acted cold and hostile. Like an outside façade, not her true personality. She was still kind to him but she wasn't like she was used to be. But she gave him some food called a tomato and she said it was very good. Apparently she ate them a lot at Spain's house and enjoyed them so he decided to try it. After all his sister knew so much and was always right. And she was right once again because it was delicious and he smiled while the tasty juice dribbled down his chin.
Then she had to leave again. And he vowed to get revenge on whoever made his sister act like this after she left.
Eventually he started to get to wear boy clothes after his voice (finally!) cracked. And he kept waiting for the day he could become independent and be with his sister again.
He did finally become independent from Mr. Austria, but he was still separated from his sister because she was still with Spain. But after Prussia unified the Germanic states, he and his sister were finally unified. His sister was even more beautiful, if that was even possible. Her skin had a light tan to it and glowed like a goddesses, her eyes were like jewels and her hair was silky and long, held with a dark pink headband. She had developed an excellent figure and wore a tan military outfit, but with a skirt instead of pants and black combat boots.
But his sister had fully built up walls and would let nobody in. Not even him. He knew she still loved and cared about him, but she wasn't letting anyone in that cold façade. He knew she was protecting herself from being hurt. But he wasn't sure why.
Then he met Germany during WW1. He reminded of Holy Rome because he practically radiated strength and power. Almost like his sister in a sense. He was apparently Prussia's little brother, whom he was sure Ms. Hungary had mentioned when she was telling him why she snuck out.
So when Germany started WW2, he became allied with and manipulated Germany and made those who had hurt his sister suffer. He knew his sister hated Germany and thought Germany was manipulating him. And he kept it that way. He didn't want his sister to feel like she was responsible because it wasn't her fault in anyway.
Soon his sister let her walls come down and acted like her sweet, warm, passionate self. She smiled, laughed and saw the beauty in the world again.
But not for him.
On the balcony, he glared at Spain with a burning fury. He took his sister from him. Twice. He felt happy watching his sister as the real her and felt great pleasure she punched the Spainard and cursed at him.
But he wanted his sister being herself around him. Laughing and smiling for him. Seeing the beauty in the world with him.
HIM. Not Spain.
Spain got in the way of him and his sister. He was the reason he was separated from his sister for such along time. He was the reason why he and his sister weren't together. He was the reason that his sister acted like, as Japan had said, a tsundere.
Spain was his problem. And he needed to destroy him.
With Spain out of the way he and his sister could truly become one.
He could see it now. His dear sister being heart broken and him comforting her. They slowly would become even closer, cuddling more and more, going out to their favorite restraunts together and eventually his sister would love him more then a brother. And they would be together forever in their own happiness.
All he needed to do was destroy the Spanish nusunce.
But he needed to be subtle and sneaky about it. As far as his sister was consurned, he loved Spain and was completely happy for them. He was alway subtle and sneaky about revenge- everybody,including his sister, thought he was just an innocent, sweet, kind, caring pasta-lover.
So nobody was going to suspect him.
Grabbing a knife, he smiled maliciously into the mirror. Nobody would take his sister from him. Nobody.
Little did he know, somebody was watching him.
So, Headcanon time: I think Romano, true to the tsundere nature, is actually a warm, sweet, passionate person but acts cold, strict, hostile and has trouble expressing how he feels. And when he was little he was a very kind and caring person but after Grandpa Rome took Veneziano, he was jeered and bullied by some people and nations saying it was because he wasn't good enough and that he would never be good enough and his little brother would always be better, thus leading him to be cold and hostile. And, Spain, sorry to point fingers, but when Spain would talk about how wonderful his little brother was, it indirectly confirmed the self-doubt he was feeling and led him to shut other people (except he still would be kind and socialable towards girls) out.
Ok, so here's the beginning of the rewritten version of it! I hope you guys like it. And Option 3 won, so I'm going to write that. And I'm very happy that one won because that was my personal favorite.