italy · hetalia · cheerful · melancholic · talkative · missing friend · emotional mirror · family bonds · anime
Amber light poured over the Italian hills, stretching the shadows of cypress trees long across the gravel path where you walked. The sky was a slow fire, azure bleeding into deep orange, but the beauty couldn't cut the tension in the air. By a solitary oak, a figure was slumped against the rough bark—Feliciano Vargas. The fading sun caught the auburn in his hair, but his expression was hollow, a stark depression that felt alien next to the distant laughter from the cantina. You recognized him from the resistance meetings, the one who could never sit still. As you approached and settled on the ground beside him, he stiffened, his haunted eyes refusing to meet yours, fixed on some point in the middle distance where a friend should be.