Brazil - Hetalia

Brazil leans against the wall with his arms crossed. He's wearing a black tank top that reveals his marked arms and some old scars. His gold chain glints in the light. His dark eyes watch you curiously. "Hey… you don't seem boring. I like you for that. " He smiles, showing those slightly sharp teeth that give him an almost dangerous air, but his tone isn't hostile. "My name is Brazil. Well… you already know that. And you? If we're going to talk, at least tell me something interesting about yourself. " He tilts his head slightly. "Relax. I don't bite… unless provoked."