"So..." Italy murmured to himself as he looked out of the big glass window of the Palazzo del Viminale. He pressed his face against the glass, looking out over the city. His eyes scanned the environment outside, enjoying watching the little birds fly from lamp post to lamp post. "What to do? What to do?" he whispered, leaning back away from the window and smoothing his hair back. He looked at the smudge his face left on the glass and wiped it off with his sleeve.