You were just sitting in art class. Staring at the white canvas, hesitating to lift up your brush. Scratching your head and pondering what to express or paint today. Frustrated, you mutter and groan, seeing that some fellow classmates were looking at you, you tired to ease down. Every artist knows the feeling. Art block. Why?! Why did your imagination decide it was a good day to take a little vacation? "________ ! I wanna see that brush moving. From all this moving around I assume your almost done." Your art teacher annoyingly remarked. 'From all this complaining I assume you're single' you thought.
Little did you know, a certain fiery Italian was staring your way. As soon as your eyes met his, he quickly turned away and looked down. You thought you saw some blushing, but assumed you were just seeing things. Romano has been in the same art class as you since middle school. You knew him pretty well, and were on "good terms" for the most part, but you guys never really hung out or had a legit conversation.
This actually kinda bothered you. You know why? Because you actually kinda liked the guy. Sure, he was a potty-mouthed, tsundere (as Japan so calls him) but you knew he was probably just putting on an act.
"_________! I said to start painting!" Your teacher yelled. "Beyotch teacher......" You muttered. Looking across the room, Romano started laughing a little. Finally, you picked to draw the tree outside your window. Painting the brown trunk and landscape kept you pre-occupied for the majority of the period.
~~~~~time skip brought by Mochi Italy Veeeeeee~~~~~~
Oh poo. You had like about a good 30 minutes in class left and you weren't even done. Dem blasted leaves! Why do they take so damn long?! You groan in irritation. Just then you spot a bouncing curl coming your way. Ignoring it, you continued to paint each leaf. Ahahaha don't you hate it when you pick something that must be detailed to perfection, especially with a time limit. "The leaves are a-too dam big" Romano remarked. "I know, I'll fix it later." "Don't you think you made the a-trunk too fat, the proportions are off. Oh and that a-cloud is off kiltered."
Twitching now, you replied ever so sweetly. "I'm sorry, but I need to finish this." "It looks like a fuc---" Romano stopped in his speech when you gave him a glare that would make Russia wet his pants. "If you curse.....I will stick this brush up your ass!"
After that episode......was the most awkward silence ever. It lasted for a good five minutes. Just then Romano suddenly burst out laughing. "Hahahaha _____! I a-never seen you this a-pissed!" Still pretty angry you retorted "Well you were commenting ever so rudely!" Romano had a strange look on his face and a small blush. "Tsch, it's not like I wanted to strike a conversation with you or anything." Now this made you think. Romano.....wanted to talk to you. Did he want to be friends? Then it was your turn to laugh. You had a small giggle fit. "WHAT?!" Romano replied with pink dusting his cheeks. "Well if that's how it is, why don't you give me some advice?" You said with a smile on your pretty little face. Romano simply stated "F-fine bella...."
Romano was actually extremely helpful. He pointed out how to fix the trunk and his words guided you. Then...the leaves. "Bella! Not like that! Here let me guide you!" He placed his hand over yours. You shivered a little (ahhh human contact). His big hands were so warm. So were your cheeks. Thankgodhewasn'tfacingyou! But the leaves were finally done.
"Grazie Roma~" "D-don't a-called me that!" he stuttered. Skipping to the drying rack, you carefully placed your painting...then something caught your eye. It was another painting. A painting of you. Every detail down to the eyelashes. It was beautiful. (You never thought anyone could mange to make you look that good) The next thing you know, footsteps came crashing your way. "AAAH BELLA DON'T A-LOOK. NO NO NO!" Romano was as red as the tomatoes he ate everyday. "R-roma....that's me right?!" "________ , I-i can explain......I have a-been watching you. NOT in a creepy way though! I- ehhhhhh" "Roma?"
"Ti amo" Romano softly. (eye color) orbs grew wide but then softened gently. Sheepishly smiling "Roma, I....kinda like you too. I know you can be a little grouchy, but I know your actually thoughtful and really sweet. Heh heh, you did just help me fin---" Cut off by a sudden hug and small kiss to the cheek Romano replied "I a-want to know you more _____, will you a-go o-out with a-me?" "Yes! But on one condition!" "EH?! What would a-that be bella?" "You always will give me art advice." "Deal!" You two held hands til the end of class. You smiled to yourself and looked at your new boyfriend.
Well that kinda escalated quickly in my opinion. Oh well! It was a one-shot.......so I guess it's natural. No...I really need to transition my stories better. THIS IS POO.
This thing that Romano did bothers me immensely! I despise when people are standing over my shoulder and comment on ever single move I make. I just wanna punch them in the face and yell.....well ....I'd probably just give them a mean face.
This is poo because I'm tired and I should be reading about Russia for History, WHY AM I THINKING ABOUT ROMANO?!