Ever since I was a little boy, I have always loved and been proud of my nation, the Republic of the Philippines. Seeing our Flag, or mentions in international books, and singing the Anthem were among the many things that made my heart swell with pride despite the many problems Filipinos face. Now I put effort into speaking Tagalog correctly and far better than when I was younger, and teaching my younger cousins the same.
As an older Hetalia fanboy, envisioning him as a [cute] guy about my age gives so many new meanings to the concept of “loving one’s country.” Being openly gay, when I think of him as another man–even if only as an idea (and not a canon one, at that)–stirs these feelings of devotion in me; that he is my beloved whom I will serve, want only the best for, and maybe someday, having that blessed honour of dying for.
And I know this sounds weird, but this new way of loving him includes wanting to *ahem* “love him physically,” if you know what I mean. ;)