Salutations dear reader, if you haven't already picked up on my blatant disrespect for the 4th wall it is safe to assume that I'm a narrater; being that my profession is completely based around being 'that guy' who describes the scene for a movie, documentary, play and apparently now a book while in a Morgan Freeman voice. Now that I'm done completely destroying whatever thread of believing in this story's 'reality' you have and triggering you into reading my words in Morgan Freeman's voice, let me attempted to reconstruct the story's 'reality' by plunging you heads first into the scene and what is about to go down... Cause it's goin' down for real!

The country of Italy is home to the most romantic love story to bring man kind to their knees, cause their ship was just too cannon for them to handle. He was a Montague, She was a Capulet, together they were Montulet... Or she could have just taken his last name once they had wedded. However fate had differ---

Wait a second; oops! Sorry, reading you the wrong story... The one I was reading is actually, you know, a good story that was written by a famous guy from England; the one I'm about to read you was written by a weird Australian 16 year old that is oddly attached to this story's development and had an awkward epiphany in a shopping centre.
Yeah so I'm looking over what I gotta say and it's mainly all about these depressing things that have happened to this half Italian half American kid who was born in Denmark, but is the country personification of Greenland? How about this; I'll just tell you the interesting things and let the story do the rest, sounds like a deal?
So it says he is the son of some guy called Romano AKA South Italy.
His mother, infant sister and best friend all died around the same time, which was really 'inconvenient' apparently.
He is now 18 years old and about to graduate school.
Before this 'sassy' narrater gets outta hand, imma call it quits and just chuck ya'll down the deep end now; I get paid anyway... So c'ya!
Ya'll? Did I just go western?

Ahhhh! Italy; such a charming country filled with mouth watering food, delightful little country towns, a sing song language that has a striking familiarity to Spanish, stylish looking cars and fashion, beautiful women, charming men, men who think they are smooth, the home of your target and your new 'playground'.

You were seated outside of a small bistro dressed in a simple soft yellow sun dress, blending in with city's tourists and accompanied by a humble cup of coffee, a slice of tiramisu and an ear piece that was hidden by your (h/c) hair. Working on overseas missions was both enjoying and a sign that you were working your way up the industry's ranks, especially now that this is your first mission where you are qualified and required to kill. You were no longer a private eyes, a spy who has the same qualifications to assassinate someone is your new label and it tasted just as glorious as the cup of coffee you devoured as you waited for the target to approach. Right on cue walked up a young man with dark brown auburn hair, a slightly tanned complexion and large green hazel eyes; accompanied by a girl around his age with layered wavy brown hair with caramel highlights cut at a bob that meets just at her shoulders, extremely light brown eyes and with a slightly tanned complexion. You began to become concerned as you watched them both order, especially by how the girl consistently did little swirls around letting her sky blue skirt be picked up by the wind; was she attempting to flirt with him?

You: keeping your voice hushed while talking into the ear piece
Target has been spotted, except he is with a female. Does he have any sisters or female friends?

Agent: answering back
His infant sister died over ten years ago and lost a female friend around then too, just wait them out.

You removed your finger from the ear piece and went back to acting like a normal tourist while keeping a weary eye on the pair.

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Orlando: Holding two cups of coffee
Vuoi sederti? (Wanna sit down)

Bia: pulling out a seat for Orlando
Beh siete? (Well, are you)

Orlando sent Bia a toothy grin before placing the drinks down on the table and took a seat, watching as Bia struggled with pulling out her seat. She looked up at him in confusion and watched as his eyes glanced down at under the table; Orlando had hooked his foot in between her seat and hand locked it in place so she couldn't pull out the seat. Yet another grin escaped his face and he gave up on playfully teasing his bully from his past, who he'd befriended just as long ago.

Bia: tucking in her skirt as she sat down
Basta e coprire con quel caffè. (Stop it and cover it with that coffee)

He didn't need to be told twice; spending so much time around Norway and Finland has really rubbed off on him, now he's just as caffeine crazy as them. Although no one will ever know that he his Greenland, it's just too risky to reveal that he's immortal and the personification of a nation; he never chose this fate, fate chose him.
Bia's phone began to ring and she answered it while bring her coffee up to her lips, leaving Orlando to entertain himself for a while. His boredom was shortly lived, Bia sighed and put her phone back away.

Bia: kissing Orlando on the cheek
Nario ha bisogno di me per ottenere alcune cose per lui, ci vediamo dopo ... oliva. (Nario needs me to get some stuff for him, see you later... Olive)

Orlando: standing up and hugging her
Digli che lo saluto. (Tell him I said hi)

Bia smiled and left without saying another word; he knew that she was in a difficult place right now, plus it was obvious that she wasn't sure if she should have called Orlando 'Olive'. 'Olive' was once apart of Orlando's identity, but it will never have the same meaning to it anymore; everyone knows that.
The nation waited for a few minutes before leaving the bistro with his cup of coffee in hand; now's your time to strike.

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Hey everybody!
I hope your all excited for this, cause I know I am.
I thought that using a narrater to introduce this would be a unique and unexpected way to kickstart this book; I don't recall ever seeing any fanfics that start this way too, so it's interesting I think.

Thank you for reading!

~BlueTimeFly