Exploited
Spain doesn't really want me, he would rather have my younger brother North Italy. I know this because I heard him on the phone with Austria, North Italy's guardian. He mentioned how I was useless because I didn't do much work around the house, while my younger brother works his ass off. He was also talking about how much cuter he was then me. He wanted to trade me for him. It hurt. I felt incredibly unwanted, so very bothersome. And before I knew it, tears were running down my face. I recall running, as far away from Spain as I could.
He hurt me so much. But why? Everyone liked my brother Feliciano more then me. I was stubborn, annoying, and irritable, I knew that. I also knew that my brother was kind, hard-working, and innocent. It was understandable that he was liked more then me, but that didn't mean that it does not sting. Spain only put up with me because of my grandfather. Grandpa Rome was a incredible, renowned nation, so strong that he had once had control over the majority of the eastern world. The people that put up with me, only wanted my inherited fortune from Grandpa Rome. I stop running, out of breath, and slump against a nearby tree. Tears were falling heavily and I cradled my dace in my hands. Why does he hate me so much? I can't help for who I am! He is only exploiting me for my inheritance! I cry loudly in frustration into my quivering hand. I feel a fat raindrop splatter against my tearful face,and I realize that it had been raining. I groan at how wet I discovered myself to be, but cannot find the strength to move. I shut my eyes slowly, thinking that I should probably find some shelter, since I am not returning to Spain. He would probably be glad that I am gone anyways, if he thinks I am such a nuisance. I growl in anger and start to fall asleep, too exhausted to move from my place beneath the tree. At least it stops the rain somewhat... I think groggily as I drift into a deep slumber.
I wake to find myself dry, and covered in a warm blanket. I sit up immediately alarmed, and confused at this revelation. I saw Spain sitting in a chair beside me, fast asleep. "That bastard..." I mutter fondly as I conclude that he must have stayed here all night for me. Wait... I think remembering the circumstances in which I had fallen asleep in. He must have searched for me... I think, eyes growing wide with this realization. He does care... Spain shifted and grunted in his sleep, and I feel a soft smile play across my face. That idiot does care... He must if he was so worried that he looked for me... He must if he stayed here all night to make sure I was alright. Perhaps, I am not being exploited after all.