Feliciano doesn't worry about the mess around him, he's too caught up in the image, the idea. Too caught up in bringing something to life, something beautiful. He reaches out and smudges the corner of the canvas with his finger and oh no, now he's sure it looks all wrong! He grabs a sponge, hoping he can blend those certain colors just the right way and-
He suddenly realizes someone's in the room with him when he hears a small sneeze. Gilbert is standing by the door, smiling sheepishly like he's been standing there for quite awhile. "Hey, Feli."
Feliciano just hums in reply and turns back to his canvas. He doesn't want to be rude, but he's concentrating now, he still has this image in his head he wants to work out, needs to put down. "Lovi went out."
"Yeah, I figured. I just wanted to- You know, your painting, it looks really- Really beautiful…" And that's true, but Gilbert isn't even looking at the painting, he can't, not when Feliciano has that serious look on his face and a spot of paint on the tip of his nose.
It isn't often that he sees Feliciano in this mood, but it's one of his favorites. He loves that cute smile, sure, but when he pouts his lips in concentration and bats his eyelashes at the ceiling in thought… He looks like a work of art himself. "Someone should paint you…"
"Uh? Don't be silly Gilbert! I'm the painter here!" Feliciano pushes himself back and he's smiling again now, and Gilbert tries not to look too disappointed.
"You should paint me then! Huh? Maybe a nude…?"
"Sure! Not today though, I'd need to get the right canvas…" Feliciano scrunches his face in thought and quickly examines Gilbert. He's obviously not going to get any more work done now, but he doesn't dwell on it, it's not in his nature. "You'd look best as a portrait though. Your eyes are really nice…" And Feliciano realizes that they really are, and why hadn't he really noticed before? Usually he's a lot more observant about other's looks…
Gilbert feels his cheeks warming when Feliciano cups his face, leaning in to get a better look at the other's eyes. "I- I think you're getting paint on me, sweetheart." He tries to hide the nervousness in his voice, he's not usually so unsure, but something about Feliciano always throws him off. "Feli…?"
"Hmm?"
They're touching noses now and Feliciano is just staring, but Gilbert thinks that the Italian's eyes are much more beautiful than his own, and he feels like he's drowning in their warm and welcoming brown. "I really mean it, you should be in a gallery somewhere…"
"I am! It's all anonymous, but-"
"Not your work, you."
"Oh…" For once Feliciano finds himself speechless, but he's never been one for over-thinking, not when it came to this kind of thing, so he simply leans in and captures Gilbert's lips with his own, smiling into it when the German doesn't push him away. "Do you like me..?"
Gilbert wants to scream at him, before he'd always imagined the Italian just didn't return his feelings, but the younger man really hadn't noticed? He's having a little trouble with words at the moment though, and all he manages to sputter out is a small, "y-yeah."
"We should date then!" And he says it so matter-of-factly that all Gilbert can do is nod, not that it was even a question to begin with, Feliciano's already made up his mind and Gilbert knows how persistent the man can be. He just never imagined it would be directed at him. Not that he hadn't hoped…
"If we're dating, you should kiss me again…" He finds his mind wandering to all sorts of other things they might do too, but he doesn't want to ruin a good thing too soon. Not when Feliciano is nodding in compliance and wrapping his arms excitedly around Gilbert's neck.
"You're so nice…"
"Mmm…"
"Even if you're as bad at kissing as Lovi said."
"I- What!?"