Inktober 6: Drooling
A G8 Meeting.
Chaos.
North Italy was taking a siesta in his seat, ignoring the pandemonium unfolding around him – a lot of attempted groping, shouting and even occasional destruction of property…plus a scarf, not quite knowing how to express its feelings.
There was clear liquid trickling down from the Italian's mouth, as well as the occasional soft "Ve~".
He looked so very relaxed…and adorable, but this was a Meeting.
He wiped the drool from his little Feli's face (despite the fact that North Italy was older). And there laid perfection.
Too bad it was a Meeting, indeed…
"Wake up, Italien."
A/N:
AT LAST, I AM BACK! EXPECT IRREGULAR UPDATES - I have my second Uniform Tests of the school year next week. I've received and found some requests, so it'll definitely be slow, but I'll try my best to update more regularly. P.S. I hope you enjoyed the GerIta-based drabble!
Date of Writing: 6 October 2018
Date of Typing and Editing: 5 April 2019