dream | o2
{The dream starts with young Italy, dressed in his maid outfit and sitting amongst an endless field of daisies. He's sitting in a little clear patch of grass, flower stalks littered around him.
"He loves me, he loves me not..."
He looks very focused as his chubby little fingers pull off the white petals one by one. Finally he reaches the last one and watches it flutter slowly to the ground.
"He loves me..."
Italy frowns in thought and looks at the green stalk for a moment. Then he sighs, drops it amongst the other discarded ones and starts again with a new flower.
"He loves me, he loves me not..."}
{Italy sits up, clasps his hands and merely stares at them thoughtfully.}