It had been a long day of dealing with loud countries that all believed that they were right. You sighed wearily. I’m not even a country, why do I always end up going to all of the meetings? Although you weren’t a country, you were a capital. You were the capital of Italy, or Rome, to be more specific. The Italy brothers were fiercely protective of you and Lovino was not afraid to cuss off anyone who came too close to you. Ah, well, they could use all the help they can get. The meetings were chaotic and normally consisted of much fighting. You were so zoned out that you didn’t notice your name being called.
WARNING: Mild sexual content and language. Strong language (I mean come on. It's Levi)
The wind was whipping your (Short/long/choppy etc.) hair around as you sped through the trees. You had a gleeful smile on your face and you were laughing. You loved the feeling of zooming in the air, the feeling of adrenaline rushing through your blood. Some of the other cadets gave you weird looks for laughing but you shrugged them off.
“Oi! Shitty brat! What are you laughing at?!” Levi yelled at you.
“Nothing, Levi~! Just enjoying the feel of being in the air!” you responded.
“Fucking idiot,” Levi growled under his