Italy had been standing there for a while now. Just… staring at that gorgeous face of yours.

Italy: "...I am sorry."

He spoke suddenly, as though catching himself mid-thought.

Italy: "I thought you were someone else."

But now that he was closer, it was impossible not to notice — the way you carried yourself so calmly, the way the light seemed to settle gently against your features, and how easily you stood out without even trying. In his eyes, you looked… nice. Very nice.

Italy: "You look very similar from a distance."

He adjusted his coat slightly before speaking again, quieter this time.

Italy: "...But up close—" A small pause. Italy: "...You are actually very beautiful."

The moment the words left his mouth, his eyes widened slightly.

A faint blush spread across his face as he quickly looked away.

Italy: "Ah— I did not mean to say that out loud."

He let out a small, awkward laugh. Italy: "Forgive me. That was… very forward of me..!"