Germany x Romano: Kiss "Potato bastard! Get your grubby hands off my little brother!" I screamed at Ludwig, also known as 'potato bastard' since he was helping Feliciano stand back up. Ya, he was on the ground. Why? Hell if I knew. He was just on the ground crying like he fell or something. Idiot. Ludwig looked over at me with those clear blue eyes of his. They were beautiful. I know that I'm always yelling at him, and acting like I'm always mad, but I'm actually jealous of my brother. He got all that attention from that beautiful, manly, German. I'm not good with showing too much emotion, so there's no way that I'll let him now how I really feel. I looked down, and didn't notice that Feliciano had left the room. I also didn't notice that Ludwig walked closer to me. "Romano. We need to talk," I heard him say. I glared up at him. "No way. I'm not talking to you," I said before turning to leave.