The People I Love, by Lovino Vargas

I'm Lovino Vargas, the personification of South Italy. I'm physically 22 years old. I love my brother, Feliciano Vargas, the personification of North Italy. Although I sometimes think he doesn't care about his own brother anymore, as he only talk about that macho potato and hang out with his friends a lot more than me. I love Nonno and I miss him, though I'm still a little bit angry at him for taking Veneziano away and left me behind. Doesn't he know that I still need him?

I love my friends - Matthew, Gilbert and Alfred. They are here when I need them. They cheer me up, and we have a lot of common things between us. We understand each other. Honestly, my friends are more of a brothers to me than my own.

I love my niece, nephew and children, of course. They are one of the reasons why I won't... do it anymore...

And lastly...

I love Antonio Fernández Carriedo, the personification of Spain. He cared for me for God knows how long. I love him so much that no words can describe on how much I love him. Chessy, I know, but all of it is true.

Things I Absolutely Hate, by Lovino Vargas

Myself. I really hate myself. I'm nothing special. I'm rude, I'm lazy, I'm not even artistic or good like my brother! Everyone compares me to Veneziano, and I hate that. Why rub the truth in my face if I already know and accepted it? What's the point? For me to get past him or just become like him?

Hell no. I'm sorry if I'm being myself, it's just me. A good-for-nothing half-nation. I'm sorry if Veneziano is just.. perfect and I'm just his stupid, grumpy brother. Maybe it's the best if I didn't live, or just end my life again.

But I don't have any choice but to endure all the pain, do I?