He loves Feliciano more than me. I know he does.
What's not to love about my brother?
He's perfect in every way. He's funny, sweet, and kind. He's so happy all the time. He's so innocent. No matter what he does, it's near impossible to stay mad at him. He's so stupid, yet people find it adorable and charming. I guess even I'm a bit jealous of him.
Everyone loves and wants to be around him. I mean, he's NORTH Italy; he's closer to everyone… literally. Me, being South Italy, I'm all alone.
My attitude is so rotten it drives everyone away. That tomato bastard, Spain, just has to put up with me until I'm old enough to live
