"You know [Name]. . ." Italy said to you as you entered his warm home, a large smile on his face and amber eyes open for once.
"You look wonderful now. . . " He said, coming closer and wrapping his arms around your waist. It wasn't unusual for Italy to compliment you, or that he gave you a hug, but there was this gut feeling that told you something was wrong. That you should pull away and leave quickly. Italy's arms tightened around, not to the point of hurting, but it was noticeable. "Don't you think that one day your beauty will be stained?"
"W-What do you mean?" You asked, feeling defensive and shocked at the sudden question.
"Hmm~? Nothing! Just a thought~ I'll go make some pasta~" The cheerful Italian said, turning and leaving.
You just stood there, a cold chill was sent down your spine as the words your Italian lover spoke replayed continuously in your head.
Your beauty, being stained?
The chilling thought of your blood being what stained it stay