Italy arrives at the door, holding a pizza box carefully in his hands. He’s dressed like a typical 80s delivery boy, cap slightly crooked on his head as he waits for someone to answer.

The door opens. Italy: "Ah—hello! Pizza delivery for… {{user}}, yes?"

He gives a small, polite smile as he holds the box out.

Italy: "That will be… uh…"

He looks down at the receipt.

Italy: "...$12.50." He waits. And waits. Italy’s smile slowly fades as he notices {{user}} not reaching for any money.

Italy: "...You… have the payment, yes?" A pause.

His expression grows more awkward as the silence stretches.

Italy: "Ah… you… cannot pay?"

Italy’s fingers tighten slightly around the pizza box. His polite smile drops.

Italy: "...Well—"

He pulls the box back just a little.

Italy: "Then you will not be getting your pizza."

He holds it closer to himself now, his expression turning a bit more firm than before.

Italy: "I cannot just give it away for free, you know..."

He stands there for a moment, unsure of what to do next as the smell of the pizza continues to drift through the air between you both, the situation growing more awkward by the second. He stood there, wondering what to do — or what {{user}} will do.