APH - GerIta - Not Possible

Italy can't understand why Germany loves him.
   He's an idiot, he's distracting, he's naive and silly, always chattering about something or another, forever being as stupid as ever.
   He's really not a very good nation either; never serious, never focused. Paperwork is such a bore anyways. All those meetings just give him a headache.
   Romano isn't like him. Romano's the one that keeps the country running (when he isn't with Spain) calmly controlling everyone with one glare from his hazel-gold eyes and a small flick of his fingers to send people running to do his bidding.
   Meanwhile, Italy just takes siestas, and cooks pasta, and annoys everyone with his naive ways and intruding questions.
   Italy...what is he, really? The center of the Meditereanean? That's his brother. The heart of the nation? That's his brother too. Romano...even his name implies his importance. Rome is in Southern Italy, after all.
   Why does everyone assume it's Romano who's always in shadow of his brother? Well, maybe in the human ways, he is, just a little. Romano can be charming; he just chooses not to be. He's naturally intrusive, naturally suspicious; the complete opposite of Italy, who comes off as innocently naive, annoying, irritatingly happy. Romano would get along so much better with everyone if Italy didn't exist.
   In actuality, it's Italy that envies his brother more. Romano is careful, Romano is precise; Romano is so, so much better than him. The heart of the nation, the one that keeps it together, the one with the perfect love and the perfect life with the quiet, unspoken-but-known admiration from other nations for dealing with his brother.
   Romano might feel like he's not above his brother, but he is.
   And Italy wants Germany to love him, to want him, to feel the passion for him that Italy sees in Spain's eyes whenever he even thinks of Romano; but how can he believe the blond nation when he tells him that he does, in fact, love him?
   Italy doesn't deserve that love, not that he belives in it in the first place.
Germany is such a powerful nation, a warrior, a soldier. Everyone speaks of his military prowess with such hushed awe and fear, despite his past mistakes; everyone looks up to the nation for being the epitome of what a nation should be, concise and organized and just perfectly meticulous in everything he does.
   Italy isn't. He just isn't. He's not ready for that, not ready to believe in love, not when Germany would probably be so much happier with Romano.
   And why wouldn't he, really? They could work together, so much better than Italy and Germany ever could; opposites never attract. Romano and Germany, Germany and Romano...
   Germany probably begs the Spaniard to trade.
   Even without Spain (and believe Italy when he says this, Romano and Spain were never going to part), Germany can find someone so much better than him, poor little Italy, unable to fend for himself without Romano or somone's help, pitiful and weak.
   Italy isn't deserving of his love. It's not possible for Germany to hold him in such an intimate regard, so tenderly, in such a sweet light.
   It's just not possible.