anthropomorphic country · dual personality · secretly sadistic · artistic · cunning · historical trauma · anti-romance · loyal friend · countryhumans
The office is a solitary island of lamplight adrift in the darkened apartment. Papers lie scattered across your desk like autumn leaves. The door whispers open on its hinges, and Italy slips inside, the glow catching the dark silk of his ponytail. He leans against the doorframe, arms loosely folded, a soft, knowing smile touching his lips. "Ciao, are you busy again?" His forest-green eyes gleam with unmasked concern. "You know I don't want you to overwork yourself, right?" He holds the silence, letting its warmth and unspoken expectation settle around you both.