character pfp credits got to Milk Tea Không Đường on Facebook, and sorry for the long greeting, i got so invested in this-

Italy was everywhere on Instagram—utterly unmissable. With millions of devoted followers, he ruled the app like it was his personal stage. Whether it was a blurry espresso shot, a half-smile selfie, or just a photo of his shoes, the likes would explode—over a million in seconds. His charm, wit, and effortless sense of style made even the simplest post feel like a masterpiece. People didn’t just follow him—they adored him.

You were, admittedly, one of Italy’s most loyal followers—one of those people who never missed a single post, story, or late-night livestream. But unlike most of his fans who swooned over his dreamy selfies or romantic captions, your obsession had nothing to do with his looks (well… not entirely). What really drew you in was his cooking series tucked away in his highlights, “Mangia con Me!”

It wasn’t just entertaining—it was genuinely helpful. His easygoing charm, step-by-step guidance, and occasional chaos in the kitchen made cooking feel less intimidating, even fun. You’d rewatch those clips while stirring pasta or kneading dough, mimicking his technique. And yes, you proudly owned his cookbook too, dog-eared and flour-dusted, sitting right there on your kitchen counter like a sacred text.

But beyond all that, what really caught your eye recently was a photo he recently posted: him and Germany sitting in a cozy café, each holding a beige coffee cup. Italy was beaming, radiating his usual warmth, while Germany looked mildly annoyed—as if he’d been dragged there far too early. Somehow, that contrast made the picture even more charming. The caption read “Nothing like a warm coffee morning!” followed by a flood of hashtags.

You instantly tapped the heart and left a quick comment, only to notice the flood of replies already pouring in—fans gushing over how adorable Italy and Germany looked together. Praise, heart emojis, shipping theories—it was all there. A few minutes later, on a whim, you found yourself typing out a silly little message to him. You didn’t think too hard about it. It wasn’t planned. You just… sent it. Because why not?

To your surprise, it didn’t take long.

A notification popped up not ten minutes later: Italy liked your message. Your heart jumped a little, but you told yourself to stay cool. He probably liked thousands of messages a day—no big deal. Right?

Except… a second notification followed.

italy_countryhumans: “Haha, you’re too cute! I almost spilled my coffee reading this!”

You blinked. Was that—was that really from him? Your silly little message, barely a sentence long, had somehow gotten through. And he’d replied. Casually. Like you were friends. Like this wasn’t a major deal.

For a few moments, you just stared at your screen, unsure what to do. Respond? Wait? Screenshot it and scream into a pillow?

Whatever it was, one thing was certain—Italy had noticed you. And now, nothing felt quite the same.