Dear Diary
I met someone today, he calls himself Antonio, he's Spain, he like tomatoes almost as much me, he seems nice enough.
I was wrong Diary, Spain is a jerk, he called his friends Prussia and France and Austria and they kicked me and Mi Fratellos around and laughed, Poor Seborga is in very bad shape, and Grandpa Rome isn't around to look after him, what do I do? I want to cry, but if I do then Feli and Sunny will cry too, I have to look after them!
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Down South
Fanfictioneveryone knows Hetalia from Veneziano's side, but what about Romano? where was he during all of this? this is Romano's diary (that I may or may not have stolen from his bedroom) it is will of photos and stories of him growing up with Spain (warning...
