I don't own Hetalia, why would I be writing fan fiction if I did own it?

Romano AKA Lovino Vargas sighed as he sat by his bedroom window smoking a cigarette. He hated this day more than any other in the year; his and his brother's birthday. He could hear his brother and his friends setting up a birthday party which he guessed was for the younger of the two since no one cared that it was his birthday too. It had always been this way as far as he knew. Everyone just adored his little brother and it pissed him off. It was this that caused him to try to get Germany away from his little brother, to make Italy taste a bit of the sorrow and heartbreak he had lived with for most of his life.

He blinked when his cell phone went off.

"Hello?" he asked after picking up.

"Hello is this Lovino Vargas?" came a man's voice from the other end.

"Si, this is him. What do you want?" he asked slightly annoyed that someone was bugging him.

"Sir, we found something with your name on it, literally, in the coliseum and we think you should come see it right away," said the caller.

Romano sighed, at least it would get him out of the house, "Fine. I'm coming."

He hung up, grabbed his keys and started to head out.

"Fratello, where are you going?" asked the Northern half of Italy watching his brother head for the door.

"Out," was the only reply he got before his twin shut the door behind him.

"I'm not sure this is a good idea Itary-san," said Japan asked as he put down a bowl of snacks for guests who were going to attend the party for both brothers.

Italy looked at his Asian friend, "Vee? Why would you say that?"

"Did you even tell your brother that the party was for you both?" asked the black haired male.

"It's a surprise for him!" the younger Italian said with a grin.

Germany and Japan looked at each other, worried about what would happen when Romano returned.

Meanwhile in another part of Italy; Romano got out of his car near a research center in Rome. He hated being in the capital. Not only was it his Grandfather's city but it was a place of bitter memories for him. He sighed as he followed one of the researchers into the building wondering what the item could be. The man finally opened a door showing a room with a table containing a wooden trunk. Romano looked it over and found his name craved on the lid.

"The carbon dating says it's from the late days of the Roman Empire," said one of the other researchers.

Could this be a gift from his grandfather? Or be full of unsent letters from the long dead empire? He bit his lip and opened the trunk only for what little bits of his heart that were still whole to shatter into dust, all but one little bit.

Inside was just his grandfather's old armor…nothing else. Romano frantically dug around looking for a note, some explanation…but there was none. Romano knew what this was meant for…defending his brother. He slammed the lid shut, grabbed the trunk and carried it to his car. He drove home in silence, his anger and heartbreak festering inside him. He pulled up noticing there were several cars in the area, the party had started. He walked inside, frowning.

"Fratello! You're back!" Italy said with a smile.

Standing beside his twin was the only person Romano thought had cared about him…Spain, holding a single present…

He snapped, that one little bit of his heart crushed. The older of the two stomped over to the cake and dropped the trunk on top of it not even noticing his own name on it, making the guests gasp.

"Romano? What are you doing?!" cried Spain as Italy stared at what his brother had just done.

He turned to the other nations, "What do you care? None of you even know me since I am never asked to attend the world meetings…I've had enough! All my life everything has been all about my stupid, wimpy, attention stealing, grandfather hogging, little ass hole of a brother!"

He then stormed past the others to his room, kicking over the present table and a few chairs.

The other nations were too shocked to move…they had never seen Romano so mad before. Austria was the first to move opening the trunk and gasping.

Other nations came to look too. Italy was shocked, what was this? Was this all his grandfather had left his brother?

Over the next few weeks Italy would bring Romano food and water on a tray since the elder had an en-suite bathroom and would pick up the dishes and empty bottles later. Until one day…the food was left untouched. Italy panicked and called Germany to break down the door since it was locked. What was inside made Italy's heart break. His big brother lay on the bed apparently asleep but he wouldn't wake up when shaken, he was still breathing so he was alive. In his hand he gripped a sheet of paper. Italy had never seen the inside of his brother's room before…it was as good as bare… No posters or pictures, no nick-knacks or personal treasures only a few books and journals on the shelves and an ashtray. Italy managed to pry the piece of paper from Romano as Germany called an ambulance. It read:

"Why doesn't anyone love me? What did I do wrong? All I wanted when I was little was just to spend some time with my grandpa just like Feliciano got to…I would sit by the window watching the horizon, watching for him and dreaming about what it would be like…what he would be like. How would he talk, how it would feel to have him hold me close if I had a bad dream. What it would be like to have him kiss a scrape I got running around like a normal little boy to make it feel all better. But I never will…He never came…He only cared about Feliciano, just like everyone else…Even Spain…I though he loved me but I should have known, he was just using me to try to get closer to my brother. I'm unlovable. Why am I that way I don't know. I built walls around what was left of my heart after Grandfather's death. After a while I started to let Antonio…no Spain in…I thought he might be different since he saved me from Turkey. I was a fool…"

Italy shook as he read the paper, that wasn't true, he Spain both loved Romano very much the present that Romano has seen Spain holding wasn't for Italy…it had been for Romano. Germany wrapped an arm around Italy as they watched a comatose Romano loaded into the ambulance. Tears running down the smaller man's face, tears for his brother.

After a week Romano's hospital room actually looked homier then his real one. The other nations brought get well and late birthday gifts. Spain visited every day, his gift; a cute little teddy bear dressed up to look like a tomato, tucked under Romano's arm.

"Lovi…please come back…" he would plead every night before he left kissing Romano's forehead.

TBC