The book of Hetalia Shit

Always 2nd Romano

I walk down the corridor away from the others.

Away from them.

The ones that pull me down.

The ones that stare.

The ones that always compare (I didn't mean for that to rhyme)

I'm always second. No one will ever love me over Feliciano. He's always been the first. We used to be close but now we're not.

It's all because of them.

I feel tears stream down my face. My vision is getting blurry. I quickly go into a room and lock the door. I slide down.

No one will find me here.

I take out my knife and place it on my wrist.

My clear wrist. No scars. Nothing.

I press the knife on my skin. I get to scared. I throw my knife away and look at my wrist.

Nothing.

I burry my face into my hands tears streaming down my cheeks.

I'm not even brave enough to cut.

I use my thumb and press hard on my skin. But not enough to draw blood. I slide my thumb slowly down my arm.

It hurts. But who said the world didn't hurt.

I look at my arm again. The skin has now got a red line on it. I smile a bit.

I deserve this.

I press my thumb on my arm agin but suddenly there's a knock at the door.

"LOVI ARE YOU IN HERE!"

I sit silently hoping that Spain would go away.

I don't want him to see me like this.

"LOVI I KNOW YOURE IN HERE AND I SWEAR TO DORA I WILL KICK THIS DOOR OPEN IF YOU DONT LET ME IN"

I scamper to the other side of the room and go under a table.

The door immediately breaks open.

"Lovi were are you" Spain says in a quiet voice.

He spots my scarf which is peaking under the table and lifts up the table cloth.

"Lovi. What happened?"

His bright Green eyes stare at my dull brown ones.

The person I love thinks me as second place.

He tried to switch me for Feliciano when I was little.

My eyes start watering by thinking about it.

Spain notices this and pulls me into a hug. I cry a little more.

Why is he doing this?

Is he just rubbing it in...

That I will never be his first.

"Lovi. Tell me what happened"

I look away. I don't want to look at him at all.

"Lovi. Please."

Why does he want to know.

To bully me.

To rub it in.

Why.

"Tell me"

"NO WHY HELL WOULD I WANT TO TELL YOU YOUR THE LAST PERSON I WONT TO TELL. ITALY THIS ITALY THAT WHY CANT I BE ITALY"

I look at him. He stares back.

"Lovi let me see your arm."

"What?"

He pulls out the knife that I threw away and grabs my arm. He sees the scratches running down it.

"Why?"

He stares at me aspecting an answer.

"No one cares, all they care for is fratello"

He's stares at me sadness in his eyes.

"I care"

He leans forward I shuffle backwards.

I couldn't do this.

He was just mocking me.

But why did it feel so right?

His lips finally reached mine and stayed there. It felt soft, desperate, loving.

I knew I had found the right person.

The person that would call me Italy

That loved me and cared for me. Even if I was annoying.

The person that would put me first.