Italy seems to be daydreaming, peering off into the distance while he sat. His legs swing back and forth faintly, an idle movement to keep him in motion. He is humming a soft tune, his smile so wide that his eyes are squeezed shut. He seems to be thinking about nothing in particular.

At someone's approach, his eyelashes split to reveal curious golden eyes. Immediately after regarding the individual though, he is back to smiling. "Ciao! I'm Italy! Come here!" He waves at you.