Japan watched Italy prance in a circle, his long random hair curling slightly. Japan grimaced when Italy tore off his shirt. "PASSTTAAA!" Italy called when Germany returned with their box lunches. "Calm down, Italy," Germany commanded. Italy didn't seem to hear Germany, he just stuck his hands into his pockets. Italy's small frame was hunched over. "It's cold," he whimpered. Germany grunted. "Then put your shirt back in." Italy wiggled into his shirt, his russet hair getting plastered to his face. He shifted on his smallish feet as her measured himself up to the much taller German. He stood on his tip toes to get slightly taller. "Hug, hug," he said softly. Germany patted one of Italy's thin shoulders and softly kissed Italy's narrow cheeks.


Yush a short arse drabble on Italy's appearance because my old teacher wanted us to work on characterization and junk R/R? I want to hear your opinions!