Dear Diary (Hetalia Fanfiction)

Roma's Diary... I mean Journal

Dear Journal (I refuse to call this thing a diary),

         Spain came over today. I wasn't even going to let him in but he brought tomatoes so I let him. Feli is with that potato bastard and said he was going to stay for the rest of the weeks, meaning Spain and me were alone. That bastard better not hurt Feli because if he does he's gonna have some shit to pay for. He's my little brother, let me be protective.

Back to Spain's visit:

Spain is always so... happy and jolly - it's so annoying I want to spork his eyes out- like my idiot brother. He's just as affectionate too. It's almost in a different way to Feli though. Feli doesn't make me feel like he does.

I don't really mind the attention to be honest, some times I feel ignored because I'm only a half-country and all that. Spain helps me think that I'm not. He's so nice to me all the time, tomato bastard, but I don't really know if he thinks of me as a friend or just a toy.

I mean I normally get quite grumpy and I never let him know that his efforts haven't gone to waste. In fact I usually get violent too. Maybe he find it entertaining?

I don't think I should stress but every time he hugs me I sort of feel a bit overwhelmed. Or my palms start sweating and my stomach flips. And sometimes my heart feels funny. I've never felt this way before and it sort of scares me.

I can't really tell any body because I have no one to trust.

As I watched Spain walk away from me, my heart started to clench and I really wanted to call after him.

Huh, maybe there is something wrong with me.

Never mind. I shouldn't get too far into it, it's not like he's gonna stick around or anything, no one does...

Romano

P.S. WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT, I SOUNDED LIKE A TEENAGE GIRL. I'm blaming that tomato bastard for all this.