Italy stood in front of the bathroom mirror, his half lidded eyes looking himself over. His shirt was off and he was poking his stomach. Every rib was visible. He sighed and looked in the mirror. Not thin enough. He thought.
If I lose weight then maybe Germany will stop calling me a glutton! Italy thought. With that thought Italy slipped his shirt on and closed his eyes.
A/N: sorry for the short chapter but I promise the next one will be longer! Thanks for reading! I own nothing but the plot.
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With Open Eyes
FanfictionHis eyes were open just a sliver, but in his eyes the were deep pits of despair. Sorry I suck at descriptions..... This is my first story so I probably suck....
