Chapter 1

I tried to draw...

Romano looked up, staring at the person in front of him. Brave, strong, and a good role model. The person in front of him was the caretaker of the now teenage Romano. He wasn’t really a teen, considering how he was over centuries old, but if you look at all the other countries, he really did look young.

The person in front of him, was also naive, air headed, and dare he admit it, a tad bit lazy too. The person, or country, in front was known as Spain, or Antonio Fernandez. A country that rose to be a powerful empire, but is now reduced to a country, who might need some financial help.

Despite his faults nowadays, he still knew Antonio was the same man that he grew up with, and the only one who could take his breath away, without strangling him.

Romano shook his thoughts away. He knew he was in love. But would anyone even love him? He has his doubts.

“Oh! You can help me cook now\~ we’re having paella for lunch today.”

Romano got out of his daze, and stopped staring at Antonio’s back. He looked up and emerald eyes stared back. Romano darted his eyes away, and saw the many ingredients layed out on the table.

“How are we going to finish all of this?”

“Well... I invited your brother over today, and he should be arriving... now.

“Ding dong\~”

Romano suddenly jumped, and Antonio skipped his way to the door. Flowers could be seen, despite being in an indoor enclosure with no vegetation inside.

Romano turned around. Antonio never smiled or was that happy when he visited.. Was he really loved? Did he even have any purpose here, how much of a bother was he?

Romano looked down at his feet, thoughts swirling through his head, more than usual. He doubted himself a lot, but when it comes down to Antonio, it really kicked off.

Suddenly, Romano’s brother Feliciano jumped on the unsuspecting teen. Although Romano was the older sibling, the younger was taller by a few cms. That made Romano sulk in Feliciano arms.

Every countries’ physical body was a representation of the average person living, and the state of the country. For example, because Romano, or South Italy, was a country that relied mostly on agriculture, he was tanner, and worse off than Feliciano, or North Italy.

Feliciano, was a tall, yet pale teen, despite him looking less manly, he gets more girls. Not like Romano cared. Although Feliciano had a husband, Germany or Ludwig, he still casually flirted around. He even sometimes whistles “Bella Bella\~” to the pretty girls on the streets. Romano didn’t like that, he didn’t want to be around someone who acted like a 40 year old, homeless man who smoked and couldn’t ever find a real job.

After the monologue in Romano’s head, he snapped out at the unsuspecting Italian.

“Get off me! I’m going out. Have fun cooking together you dumbasses!”

Romano went ran out of the house. He didn’t know why, It was probably on pure instinct.

The tan male started walking on the street, not looking forward or sideways as he crossed the street. He looked down the whole way, wondering where his feet will take him.

After a few hours, he stopped outside of the Benelux household. He wondered how he crossed over several countries in less than a day, but he didn’t question it. At least he didn’t get injured in a car crash, knowing all the bad drivers on the roads he crossed.

Romano glared at the door, as he went into a deep thought, The countries who resided in this house was Belgium, also known as Emma, Netherlands, also known as Tim, and Luxembourg, who is also known as Abel.

Emma looked out of the window, to see a small brunette glaring holes into the door, and sighed. She wonders what happened this time.

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