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IndoIta: Awkward Position
"H-how long do you need me to stand like this?" Indonesia asked.
"Not sure," Italy said. "I'm usually pretty fast, so it shouldn't be too long. Maybe six hours or so?"
"Six hours?!"
Italy had convinced Indonesia to pose for him, so that he could sculpt him. That wasn't the main problem, though. Italy had then forced him into a toga that was pretty itchy, and then he gave Indonesia a globe to hold aloft for six hours, apparently. Indonesia already knew that his arm would be tired.
Indonesia wanted to ask Italy to find a different model, but when he saw how excited the smaller nation looked, Indonesia couldn't find it in himself to say it. And so, he stood in position, ignoring the feeling of the itchy fabric as he got into position.
"Perfecto!" Italy stated, before grabbing the hammer and chisel.
Indonesia stared at the block of stone that Italy insisted would bear a resemblance to him in a few hours, though he couldn't see it. He was impressed that Italy was able to move so swiftly, though still with care. Indonesia focused on the sound of stone being chipped away. It was at least something to distract him.
What must have been one hour passed with no problem, but as the second hour drew closer, Indonesia was finding it more and more difficult to remain still. The itching had turned into a burning sensation.
"Ve, please stand still," Italy said.
"S-sorry," Indonesia said. "C-could we take a b-break? My a-arm's killing me and this fabric is really itchy."
Italy frowned and looked towards Indonesia.
"Ve, it's not supposed to be itchy," Italy said. "It's cotton. I bought it last week."
Italy abandoned his work and came up to Indonesia. The Asian placed the globe down and started to scratch. Italy grabbed his wrist to stop him, before looking towards his covered arm.
"Dio mio!" Italy exclaimed. "You're getting a rash! Quickly, take that off!"
"W-what?" Indonesia asked.
"I think you're allergic to the fabric. Quickly, take off!"
"B-but… I can't be naked in front of you!"
"Ve, you have nothing to be ashamed off. But the longer you wear that, the worse it gets. Come on!"
Indonesia blushed, but he removed the toga. Italy grabbed it and scrutinised it, not even sparing Indonesia a look. He was both grateful and irked.
"Ve, I'm so sorry," Italy said. "Ve, why don't you go take a shower, and I'll bring you something to help with the rash? I'm so sorry, I don't know how this happened."
"It's fine," Indonesia said. "I'll just… go back to the bathroom."
At least his clothes were there. Still, he hoped no one saw him. Italy's villa had large windows.
The prompt is: 'Imagine person A having to strike a very goofy pose while person B sculpts them.' I left out the goofy part, and imagined Indonesia getting a rash from the outfit Italy forced him into.