Hetalia Feels

D*mn Mafia (P)

Warnings for: explicit language (no longer censored), anger/frustration, references to the Mafia, and suicidal ideation.
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All of them.
Bastards.
Every.
Single.
Country.

Do they know
What it's like
To have your own name
Taken away?
No, they don't.

I was Italy
Before my brother,
Dammit!
He is Italy Veniziano.
I am Italy Romano.
I am still Italy!

Do they know
What it's like
To be the forgotten one?
Maybe Canada does...
But does he talk to me?
No.

Do they know
What it's like
To have a damn mafia
Influencing you?
No, they don't.

It's what forces me to act tough
When all I want to do
Is be weak.
I can still be a coward,
I guess.
I just can't
Show much emotion.

I have feelings!
I just lock them up.
I lock my heart
In a steel chest
Because I am afraid.

I am afraid that it
Will break,
The moment
The chest opens.

Why don't they like me?
Spain tried to trade me.
Italy rarely visits me.
Everyone else seems to dislike me.
Why am I not dead already?

I have no friends.
Other than the tomato bastard,
I guess.
I don't want to hurt him,
When I disappear.
Sadly,
It can't be helped.

Oh well,
No worries.
My body is see through.
I am disappearing.

North and South
United.
Two countries
Now one.
Two brothers.
Now one.

Why haven't I
killed myself yet?
Because,
There's no point to suicide
When you're
Already
Dead.

I'll see you soon, Grandpa Rome.

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     Sorry if this is OOC or sucks, it's my first time writing in Romano's POV other than in my GerIta story. Requests still open, thank you AnimeRules369 for being awesome and for all the requests! Bai~

~Weirdanimewriter out!

Character: Romano.