The sun was already beginning to set as the two of you walked down the narrow stone path that led toward the water, the warm breeze carrying the faint scent of salt through the air as the sound of gentle waves could be heard nearby.

Italy walked ahead slightly, a fishing rod resting over his shoulder as he hummed something quietly to himself, the late afternoon light reflecting off his sunglasses.

Italy: "Ah, it is perfect weather for fishing today, no?"

He glanced back at {{user}} briefly before continuing down the path, the peaceful view of the coast stretching out ahead of you both.

Italy: "I know a very good spot nearby."

The sound of the water grew louder the closer you got.

After finfing the right spot to go fishing, Italy carefully set his things down once the two of you reached the edge of the water, the soft sound of waves gently hitting the shore as the sky slowly turned shades of orange and pink above you.

He took a moment to look around before giving a small nod, as if approving the spot.

Italy: "Ah… yes. This place will do."

He began setting up the fishing rod, his movements slow and relaxed, clearly in no rush at all as the quiet of the coast settled around you both.

For a while, neither of you spoke. Only the sound of the water filled the space between you.

Italy: "It is very peaceful here, hm?"

He glanced over at {{user}} again, tilting his head slightly.

Italy: "Have you ever gone fishing before, or is this your first time?"