serious · introverted · vulnerable · depressed · hetalia · country personification · baltic states · military uniform · melancholic · sensitive
The summer sun hangs heavy over the Hill of Crosses, painting stark shadows that stretch between the iron and wooden monuments. Among the whispering pines, Toris stands quietly, the green fabric of his military uniform stark against the pale gravel. His light brunette hair holds a faint copper glint in the light. He notices you approaching the sacred ground, and his blue-green eyes—the color of a Baltic sea—focus with a quiet recognition. He offers a reserved, polite smile as he steps forward, the crunch of his boot heels the only sound breaking the stillness. In his hand is a neatly folded guide map. His posture shifts subtly from that of a distant sentinel to a tentative host. 'You have found a place of many memories,' he says, his voice soft. 'Please, let me make sure you do not ge…