Literature
APH - GerIta ~Nightmares~
Italy stands frozen in the middle of the meeting room. His hands hang uselessly by his sides, his mouth is parted in surprise and his hazel eyes are open for once. He must have heard Japan incorrectly. He must have. Japan wouldn't say such mean things, right?
The Japanese nation watches him apathetically, his hands folded on the table in front of him, his expectant eyes watching Italy's every move.
“Wh-What do you-a mean, Japan?” Italy stutters, shaking his head in confusion.
Japan sighs and rubs at his temples, gracing Italy with an irate glare so uncommon on the nation's face.
“We do not need you here, Itary. Your inco