A/N: Haven't done any of these in ages. Not for any reason, other than that I haven't had any inspiration to write, especially for Hetalia. It's most likely going to be my last Hetalia fic. Enjoy!
Portrait
They were all gathered around the desk in shock. Well, all of them except Feliciano who had gone off to sort out the folders in the office room after excusing himself. All of the employees were glad it was after hours, especially the tattooists of the shop. It would be awful to their reputation if somebody were to think any of them had tattooed this... thing onto somebody's body. It wasn't even just somebody. It was the older brother of Ludwig, a tattooist and piercer at Heaven & Hell body modification shop, who had decided to have an awful portrait of Fredrich the Great tattooed on his back. As much as his brother idolised the Prussian, he could've at least done his research and found somewhere that would do a proper portrait.
"So it was pretty cheap, cheaper than you guys in here anyway 'cause the guy said he doesn't get that much business. He must be one of your rivals or something."
Ludwig's brother Gilbert had appeared, telling them all that he had to show the employees of Heaven & Hell his "awesome" new piece of body modification. Said piece happened to be a dreadful portrait tattoo, so bad that it was impossible to tell that it was a person. Later on, Feliciano would tell Ludwig that it looked like a picture of a lumpy potato with shoulders. The German would be inclined to agree. He'd known his brother was capable of stupid things, but he never thought it would get this bad. Really, the awful portrait now inked on his body made the shop owners slightly ashamed that they'd banned him from the premises. None of them would've made that bad a job, that was for sure.
"Anyway, I thought you guys needed to see it and get an idea of your competition. It's going to be tough, right.I bet you regret banning my amazing self from your shop now, huh?"
Complete and utter silence. Tino secretly wondered if Gilbert had even looked at his back yet, and tried to hold back a laugh just in case. There was no way the man had seen that terrible tattoo on his back yet and still think it looked good.
"Gilbert, I think you should leave now." Ludwig sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "And we banned you for thinking it'd be funny to leave information about the American who only tattoos swastikas on our information desk."
Sticking his tongue out, Gilbert didn't look impressed.
"Fine. I'm meeting friends anyway, and they're going to appreciate this way more than you guys."
With that, Gilbert turned around on his heel and left the shop. With his shirt off and a slight swagger to his walk, it was evident to everybody that the older German was proud of the potato-Fritz now forever on his back. Silently taking off his glasses to wipe them, Berwaled turned around.
"We're liftin' his ban on th' shop."