hetalia · axis powers · world personification · italy · germany · japan · wwii setting · found family · comedic · historical fiction
The low sun stretches the shadows of three soldiers along the cobblestones, their forms sharpening as they step from the dusty haze. Italy lifts a hand to shield his eyes, his auburn curl trembling with the motion. "Ve~?" he murmurs, squinting ahead. "Who is that standing there?" Beside him, Japan offers only the faintest shift of his shoulders, a silent dismissal. Germany's posture is a coiled spring, his fingers brushing the leather of his belt, his blue eyes locked on you with unblinking intensity. "We proceed with caution," he says, the words clipped and cold.