Hetalia Fanfiction: Can You Teach Me How to Paint? © 30Aquamarine
Hetalia: Axis Powers © Hidekaz Himaruya
Can You Teach Me How to Paint?
"Italy," I call as I walk down the corridor. "Italy, where are you?"
She's not in her room, nor in the kitchen where Hungary usually prepares breakfast. I check in the living room, she's not there either. But then, I find her at last, at the front house sweeping the floor with her broom. She's cute in her maid outfit. God, why can't I stop blushing?
I stalk― I-I mean, I watch her behind a wall… can't take my eyes out of her. How can I approach her without scaring her? I have an idea, I hope it would work…
"I-Italy?"
She turns her head at me, looks surprised with my sudden appearance in front of her… with a canvas and a paintbrush in my hands. I blush as she stares at me. I can feel my face turn red. How stupid can it get?
"Holy Roman Empire? How may I help you today? I'm sorry I can't play with you. I have to finish this, or Mr. Austria will not let me eat pasta for dinner," says Italy.
"I-I-I was just wondering if you can t-teach me how to paint. But if you're busy, i-it's okay!"
Great. Now I can feel my body sweating. What a retarded guy you are, Holy Roman Empire! Make sure you throw this paintbrush away when you get in your room!
"You want to know how to paint?" she raises her eyebrows in surprise. "I'd like to teach you, if you don't mind to wait a little bit longer so I can finish this first!" says Italy happily. She smiles! She smiles at me! God, if I die now, I won't really mind…
Few hours later…
"Damn, why can't I make this better?" as I try to paint in my canvas. I'm painting a rabbit, by the way.
"Hmm? Where are you having a trouble?" asks Italy.
"The legs," I sigh in reply. Then, she makes a sudden move towards me, g-g-grabs my hand with her little cute hand, and points it to the canvas.
"Here, do it like this." She says as she tries to paint with my hand. MY HAND!
I can feel my heart pounding faster and faster, my face turn really red, and my body start to tremble. My stomach hurts like there are thousands of butterflies inside it. I've been paralyzed... just with HER hand! That's just… uncool.
"T-that's it for today!" I shout and run away. I can't stand anymore if she keeps grabbing my hand like that! I feel sorry, I shouldn't have left her like that. Maybe she's wondering, why did I act so weird? That's because I like her, I hope she's understand…
Many days have passed since then. I keep practicing my skills and my paintings are turning better. I can't possibly make this kind of progress if it's not because of her. I'm starting my own Renaissance.
Then, I see her sleeping in a couch, and I bring my canvas and my paintbrush with me. What a good timing! I start to paint her angel face. I'm so happy when I finish it. And the painting isn't bad either! I can't help myself to yell "I DID IT!" right away, but you know what a patient guy I am.
"HELL YEAH!"
Ooops…
End.