TW: Nudity is mentioned but is not explicitly described. Just thought I'd say just in case!


Part 2

The studio was a large square room, brightly lit by the fluorescent lights on the ceiling. It was so…White, and also rather plain, which made it look empty. Well, in fact it was pretty empty, there were only a few people there including his brother. They were sitting on stools arranged in a circle, each with its own easel. It was making Lovino want to gag, reminding him of nursery when they used to do circle-time.

"Brother, I'm so glad you came!" a voice chirped happily at Lovino's presence, belonging of course to Feliciano.

"Well, where is everyone then? I thought your class was supposed to be popular." He couldn't say he was all too happy about having his brother practically announce his arrival because now all the heads were turned his direction. They looked decent enough, but the wide eyed expressions on their faces made their surprise far too obvious. The contrast between the two Italian brothers was almost comical after all.

"Oh no, silly! Your pretty early, we haven't even started yet." Feli said with a broad smile as he made a gesture with his hand.

"…What?" A glance at the shiny watch on his wrist made him quickly realise he must have gotten the time wrong. Oh well that was fucking fantastic, now he had no excuse to look so tardy and dishevelled. "Great." He grumbled and trudged over to an empty stool away from the others. This wasn't a very good start.

He began busying himself with getting his equipment out, occasionally glancing at Feli from the other end of the circle who was wearing those overalls with all the paint stains on and must have rolled his sleeves up about 20 times since the shirt was so baggy. Even looking like that he still appeared to be flirting with a pretty blonde woman, and it was working. Lovino felt in no mood to talk to her equally pretty friend however, so he just glared jealously in his brother's direction. Now jealousy, that was feeling Lovino was used to.

Soon enough more people arrived, until eventually every stool was occupied, causing Feli to stand up and quiet the gentle buzz of conversation. "Ciao class, I think you'll enjoy yourselves today, since we are doing something a little more exciting!" Lovino rolled his eyes, could he just get on with it instead of acting all sunshine and rainbows?

"We are going to be doing some figure drawing, and we have a male model-" it was at that moment that Feli got cut off, as the door opened and in walked the very model that was being spoken of.

"Oh and here he is" Feli continued on whilst he gave the man a small wave.

"Hola! Happy to be here." Antonio Carriedo, a Spaniard. Lovino looked him over with a creased brow, taking in every feature, tan skin, soft curls, striking green eyes and must have still been in his twenties. Of course he instantly disliked him.

It wasn't for the way he looked no; it was simply because he was an idiot. That happy-go-lucky attitude, that warm expression, that confident stance, yes Lovino knew an idiot when he saw one. And his first impression of Antonio, was certainly going to be a lasting one.

After this 'Antonio Carriedo' began speaking some more (by which point Lovino had tuned out, he didn't have time for idiots) he demonstrated how much he oozed charisma. Heck, every time the guy spoke in that Spanish accent of his, everyone seemed to be hanging onto his every word, except one person. It was just another reason for Lovino to become increasingly irritated, as everyone was talking and laughing around him.

"Tch." Was Lovino's impulse response; why choose this jerk as the model? Could Feliciano have picked someone less chatty and a bit more mysterious looking? No this was Feliciano, and Antonio was probably another one of his many friends doing a favour.

More pointless conversation seemed to pass, until Lovino felt like he could literally fall asleep then and there. Just when he was about to drift off, a sight beheld him that seemed to snap him awake. The Spaniard was just…Taking his clothes off in the middle of the circle. Wait, he was taking his clothes off, all of them! A deep scarlet coloured his cheeks as he frantically looked around at the others, who seemed completely normal. What the hell was going on here?!

"What are you-" escaped his lips in a barely comprehensible squeak, which nobody heard apparently. His eyes must have looked like saucepans, so he had to instantly avert them as he broke out into a hot sweat.

"10 minute poses right?" Antonio said cheerfully and way too casually. As if he wasn't just standing there with no clothes on. Lovino could feel his heart beating out his chest, for his own safety he hoped to the almighty God he wouldn't have a heart attack at 20 years old.

"Si! You only have 10 minutes for each pose using charcoal and pencil. Just um…Try your best, it's okay if your struggling, male anatomy is hard after all right? Aha now let's make some art ve~" Feliciano spoke with equal normality.

'This is not what I expected-'


Swallowing the lump in his throat Lovino remembered that this was an art class, and figure drawing just so happened to be the topic for today. This was unfortunate for him though because he was having a difficult time regaining composure. Taking a moment to rub his brow and inhale/exhale through his nose, he finally looked back at Antonio who was doing some sort of crouching pose.

'Jesus Lovino calm the fuck down geez.'

Charcoal gripped firmly in hand, the Italian began sketching the pose as best as he could with messy and shaky lines. It wasn't in the man to draw the…"Details" of the model, he just couldn't do it, he ended up spending too long drawing the face, which defeated the point of figure drawing. The silence was torture; nobody said a word, all were too engrossed in ogling the model and trying to depict his pose on paper. To everybody else it was fine, but to Lovino it was so awkward and tense, he hated it. Before he had even begun to properly build up the drawing, the bastard had changed pose. Surely that was less than 10 minutes?

'I wasn't finished yet you jerk.'

As the time passed, the poses got considerably harder which only caused Lovino to get pent up with frustration, no longer flustered with embarrassment, but annoyance instead. It was hard keeping up with this. He squinted at the paper numerous times, tilted his head, leaned back but it looked ridiculous from all angles. Whenever he got the drawing to look recognisable and actually started to get a feel for it, the goddamn model would change his pose again forcing him to start again. There the idiot went twisting into some other position with a sunny expression, as if he were mocking him.

'Oh my fucking god, stay still!'

Fighting the urge to scream and rip all the pages out his goddamn art pad, he cursed Carriedo under his breath amongst other disgruntled noises. Eventually though Lovino just smacked his charcoal down; he'd had enough and decided he couldn't do it.

A discreet side-glance at his neighbours art pad only made him feel ten times worse, because it looked fucking amazing. Running his fingers through his hair he sighed heavily into a slumping position on the stool.

'That stupid Antonio Carriedo bastard, this was his fault for doing such difficult poses in a short space of time.'

He glared (well it was more like angry squinting) at the perpetrator as he grinded his teeth, not expecting him to notice. However, he was totally caught off guard when Antonio made eye contact with him. Instead of retaliating with a grimace as most often did in response to Lovinos rudeness, he smiled.

It was the stupidest smile Lovino had ever seen, flashing his pearly white teeth which contrasted so noticeably against the tanned skin. But it was so warm and genuine, not fake or even mocking like usual, it made Lovinos heart skip a beat again, racing at the same intensity as before. The man's green eyes seemed to bore into Lovinos hazel ones with a look of genuine intrigue, whereas the Italian just stared back dumbfounded for a few seconds. That was before quickly realising he was staring, to which he just scowled and scoffed to turn his nose away.

A hand pressed over his chest to control the racing heart, he was paranoid people could definitely hear it in the silence. He hid his face behind the art pad, and a good thing it was there too, his face was so red he was sure he looked ridiculous. It was so weird. He'd never had such a reaction to some idiot's dumb smile before, what with the sickening empty sensation in his stomach that made him want to shiver.

"That stupid bastard." He whispered at the floor.


And thats my first chapter done. I realise for now I'm focusing on mainly Lovino's POV, but I will be writing from Antonio's perspective in later chapters. I aim to improve and progress the story as I go on so it will get better, and hopefully I can flesh out the characters more. I apologise if they're OOC!