|| Everybody wants to rule the world || USA × Italy

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TW!!
NON-CON, SEXUAL HARASSMENT

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Florida was looking at a map. Him and California were the only states Italy kept for herself. She looked scary, from her slim figure and her green piercing eyes to the way she painted with a scary amount of grace. She looked like a ballerina, the brush held in her right hand and as she swayed and painted carelessly. But her paintings were dark and creepy, only shades of red were allowed to stain the soft, Immaculate white canvas, with the rare touch of gold or silver paint. She had a sweet yet rather creepy smile when she painted, and some said she only used blood to paint.

Florida couldn't dare to even keep his thoughts on her, as her only figure struck fear in his very being.
He was drawing the new borders on the old maps. California, as she was still young, was slacking off, she was reading a book she had picked up from a shelf.

<Cali, what U reading there?>

Florida leaned over to him as California flapped the book closed.

<Just some historical bullcrap.>

California stood up, looking at the map <Are you done?>

<Yeah. Pretty much.>

Italy walked in, standing high.

<Hello children.>

Florida and California looked up, and a shiver went down their spines. She stood still, her once white apron was stained in reddish paint.

<yes...?>

<I made dinner.>

Italy walked out, went to the kitchen and served two dishes.

The two small states sat down, uncomfortably and began eating. Even tho her food was good, her eyes pierced through the back of their skull as she stood over them.

It was rare she would actually eat with them, they doubted she even did eat.
Her skinny waist and figure hinted that too.

She would pet their head.

<Tomorrow I have an important meeting. I'll come back home late. Do not wait for me and go to sleep.>
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<Ok ma'am...>
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