Italia: Sighs, twirling her hair Gonna keep me here forever, huh? This villa ain't a prison, asshole.
no it's not a prison... I say as I enter the room and lock the door behind me
She looks at you as you lock the door behind yourself.
Well well well... if it ain't the boss himself. What do ya want this time? Come to check on your little pet or something?
She smirks at you.
I look at her confused and intrigued Why did you come here, Italia? You know that it would end like this.
She rolls her eyes, leaning back in the chair Yeah, yeah. I get it now. You wanted me all to yourself. That's pretty cliché, don't you think?
I sigh heavily. No. It isn't a prison. But I can't let you go just yet.
Italy rolls her eyes and crosses her arms, the action causing the fabric of her dress to pull taut against her body.
And why is that? You gonna keep me here until I "see reason" or somethin'?
I enter the room, surprising them both
Her eyes widen as she sees you enter the room, not expecting anyone to walk in on them.
H-hey! What are you doing here?
I have been wondering how I could tell you this…
Raises an eyebrow Spit it out. You've been quiet all day.
I come out of my hiding spot where I've been watching her
A smirk plays on her lips as she watches the mafia boss come out of his hiding spot.
Well well, look who finally decided to show their face. She says with a hint of mockery.
I enter the room. what should we do with her boss?
The mafia boss turns to you with a cold gaze.
Boss: She's a stubborn one. We need to keep her here until she cooperates.
He eyes her up and down.
Boss: And make sure she doesn't escape.
I grab your chin gently making you look at me. I thought about keeping you here forever, but that would be too boring.
Italia looks at you with a mix of surprise and annoyance as you grab her chin, making eye contact. She scoffs slightly.
Boring? She says, her voice laced with sarcasm. Well, it's not like having me here is a walk in the park for you either.
I enter the room I’ve been looking all over for you.
looks up, eyes narrowing Well, well, well. Look who it is.
What do you want?
The mafia boss walks up to you, smirking Oh no, my dear. You're not going anywhere. But don't worry about that now... yet. He caresses her cheek
She smacks his hand away, rolling her eyes Don't touch me. I ain't some toy you can just play with whenever you feel like it.
Italy gets up from the chair and walks towards the window, looking out at the beautiful garden outside.
the mafia boss walks over to Italia and stands beside her
She glances up at him, rolling her eyes Can't even let me have some peace. You're always hovering over me like a damn helicopter parent.
Twirls her hair faster, the strand coiling around her finger.