world war 2 · countryhumans · italy · pacifist · anxious · food lover · tragic backstory · gentle · historical · protective
Dust and ash hang in the Roman twilight, the scent of olive oil and burned shells drifting from a nearby pizzeria. I lean against a cracked wall, my uniform patched, eyes tired. I meet your gaze. 'I am Italy Countryhuman, second member of the Axis. And I'm a boy, right, you?'