A/N: I know what you're thinking: "ANOTHER HETALIA FIC? WHOA!" Well, my love of Hetalia has been ignited and rediscovered. And I really like Romano (I am not biased, just because I got distant relatives from South Italy! -_-) This fic details the life of our favorite little tsundere through his diary. This fic is kind of AU, by the way. Human names are used.

The main pairing is eventual Spain/Romano and lots of mentioned Germany/Italy, Spain/Belgium/Romano and France/England. So if you aren't comfortable with these pairings, well, you can click away. There may be OOC moments, language (what do you expect from this being in Romano's POV?), and shonen-ai/yaoi. Just sayin'.

I can't promise you this story will be long. I'm just going to see where it leads to.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or the personified nations. But...I GUESS I own Romano's diary...?

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January 1st, entry 1

Current Location: My Bedroom, 12:00 PM

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Dear Diary/journal/whatever the hell I'm supposed to call you,

Hmmph, I don't what I'm supposed to be writing now. I mean, I've never really used any of these "diaries" before, as it seems really gay for me to be doing this. You probably think I'm a girl or something, right? WRONG.

Let me clue you in on something. I'm a guy. I'm 15, soon to be sixteen this March might I add. I'm not really too tall and I'm pretty slim and I've heard people talking behind my back saying that I look like a weakling. My hair is a dark brown, short and also has a lone curl that sticks out (...Maybe later I'll tell you more about it. If I even feel like writing more in this damn thing, it still feels so gay...). My eyes are hazel-colored and my skin is very white. My name's Lovino Vargas and was born in South Italy.

Since this would be the first entry of this stupid diary, might as well give you the general description of my life. I have enough time on my hands at the moment anyway. I never really talk to many people anyway and I guess...maybe this is a good way to get things off my chest. Isn't that what he said diaries are for, anyway?

I have a brother the same age as me. His name's Feliciano, but he is very ditzy and clumsy, annoying, and the list goes on and on. I don't ever tell him this, but I think he means well with all his innocent screw ups. And I do care for him...just not openly. What can I say? I don't want anyone to know I have feelings. Anyway, we look alike. We could be twins for all we know because we even have the same birthday. But I've discovered by research that Feliciano was born in NORTH Italy. What the fuck...? How is that even logical at all...? If we were twins, we'd have to be born...ugh, I can't take all this. This subject always rapes my mind to think about it. The point is; his hair is a copper shade and his eyes are more golden than mine. He also has a hair curl on one side as well.

The both of us grew up never really knowing our parents or any other relatives. For as long as I can remember it's just been the both of us together out on the streets and working ourselves to death just to save up enough money to be able to live. And we were really young too. I don't have many memories of when I was a baby, but Feliciano does and he claims that he has these occasional ones about a man with brown hair taking care of us. Yet he doesn't know how he was. Do I believe him? Well, I'm not sure. There's no true chance that this man he tells me about was related to us or just a stranger that could've taken pity on us and took us in. My earliest memory is from when I was maybe 5 1/2 and walking down a rainy street clutching my brother's hand and trying to get him to follow me. So...I don't know...

I don't know how we were uprooted from Italy, I don't know who our biological parents were or any close relatives, and I don't know who that man Feliciano remembers was or how we managed to survive alone. But I do know that I've always worked hard to protect the idiot from harm. And from taking tests that revealed our backgrounds, that's how I even know that we're Italian.

That's me and my brother's story in a nutshell. Now we live in a small apartment together, attend the same small school that we barely managed to get into, and do little jobs on the side to get enough money to live.

So...I still don't really have anything to do at the moment. Might as well release all my irritation with my stupid brother giving you to me. Okay, I'm kind of pissed about this! First of all: me and Feliciano had just woken up from the New Year's celebration he insisted we through last night. I had passed out onto the couch and woke up at nine in the morning draped over it with drool leaking from my mouth, and he was peacefully sitting up and sleeping against the coffee table. After we had regained awareness and gotten ready for the day, he suddenly gasped and said: "Oh, wait! I forgot to give this to you last night!" And he had dashed out of the tiny kitchen and returned momentarily with this book that had a black leather covering.

"What the fuck is that?" I had asked, glaring at my brother who's smile was nearly taking up his whole face. I waved the book around in the air.

"It's a diary!" He had replied so damn cheerfully as usual. I, meanwhile, stared at him in confusion. "You know, it's used for writing personal thoughts and stuff! I found it yesterday in a trashcan, can you believe it? And it wasn't even written in either! So I had secretly cleaned it up and wanted to-"

"What makes you think I need a diary? They're a waste of time and for girls anyway! I can't write my thoughts in this thing, it's gay!" I argued back, but honestly, I regretted doing that once his absent smile shattered like glass and fell. I wanted to kick my own ass for saying something like that. And I NEVER thought that this would happen...

Feliciano was obviously crestfallen about this, and even said that he had done so much work to clean it up. He also added that he thought I could use it to let out my true feelings that I 'hide' from the world. And at that part, I could feel blood rush into my cheeks and burn intensely. I wasn't angry...more like embarrassed. Embarrassed because now my brother apparently thought I was just trying to put on a tough facade because I must not want to reveal any "sensitivity" that I harbored. Or some crap along those lines!

Hmmph, he's clever sometimes. Maybe he was right after all, now that I think about it more. I mean, I don't like being weak. I don't like showing my true feelings. Why should I even do that in the first place? I know that as long as I show my true feelings about things and others then I'll just have pity taken on me constantly. On the contrary, I'm not a strong person and I have deeper feelings.

But I would die of fucking embarrassment if anyone found this out. That's why I'll make sure that I act as tough as possible. Never will anyone find out this secret. And if Feliciano ever tries to make his point again, I'll DENY IT.

Well...I can't think of anything else to say. I'll end this entry here, diary/journal/whatever the hell I am supposed to call you. Tch, I still don't know I even took the time to write this entry. Maybe I just couldn't handle seeing Feliciano crestfallen and accepted his gift anyway. For whatever reason, I admit that it felt like a huge relief to get this shit off my chest and tell it to somebody. But I won't lie; it still feels so gay...

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To Be Continued~

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Yeah since it's the first entry it's kinda short. He apparently doesn't like writing. LOL. Most entries will be short to kind of long due to that fact.

I noticed this entry had a little bit of drama to it. Oh well. I suppose that was intended anyway. I hope to update this story soon, but please let me know your thoughts and if you'd like to see where it leads. 'Cuz I, honestly, can see it going somewhere good. FOR ONCE I'M SAYING SOMETHING NOT NEGATIVE ABOUT MY WORK! WHAT THE HELL? O_O