Hello!
Here is the update for this story, I hope you enjoy it :)
I will try to update it every week. Three chapters are already written, so that would not be a problem to update while my finals are coming nearer!
I want to kindly thank all the lovely people who added this story to their watch/favorite list and/or left a review :)
Sadly, I still don't own Hetalia.
Still no Beta.
It have been months since he had finished his painting.
The Spaniard had no trouble finding a name for his favorite, simply calling it "The greatest creation". It was true after all.
He hung it next the to painting of his brother, that's what he liked to call the two similar paintings, and glanced at it.
His favorite piece of work still glared at him, which didn't cease it's beauty by one bit, while his brother smiled towards the on-lookers. Eyes closed, big, goofy smile plastered on his face.
They really do look like brothers, the Spanish man thought. So cute. He shrugged and smiled. At least his beauty wouldn't be lonely when he was out creating new sculptures, new paintings.
Though he was sure that none of his future works will come out as beautiful as the one before him.
...
It have been weeks since he hung it in his exhibition.
People gathered around the two paintings of the brothers. Most of them gushed over how realistic the younger one looked, how well he caught the happiness in that one. They absolutely loved him. People kept asking how much they'd have to pay to hang it in their museums.
Not many people complimented him on his favorite, his beautiful, though. They were asking him why he decided to hang up these two next to each other, building such a contrast between these two pieces. Saying that he should hang the painting with the rough strokes and dark colors to another place. Where it wouldn't disturb the fully beauty of his "younger brother".
The artist would just smile at them and explain that these two belonged together.
Not once showing them his anger.
Not once telling them to just leave if they cannot appreciate the beauty of his best work.
A rueful smirk crossed his face.
It wasn't their fault. They saw what he made them see.
It wasn't their fault that they couldn't see through the layers of paint.
They didn't know, that if you slowly, cautiously, removed the many layers, they might see the true beauty of his masterpiece.
But that was okay.
Because he knew how beautiful it looked.
He knew how beautiful he looked.
And it was only his.
...
It have been months since he had finished his beauty and hung it in his exhibition. Months since people were looking at him, not understanding why such a piece would hang next to his "masterpiece".
The ever smiling man has lost his smile weeks ago. Constantly confronted about the two brothers. If they couldn't see his beauty, he wouldn't be angry. If they preferred the "young brother", that was what he named him, so be it. But not in his exhibition.
No, in this room, the beauty of his best creation should be acknowledged as one.
It was hard to sell the young brother. He didn't like separating it from it's other half.
He sighed as he handed the painting over to the Austrian exhibitor. He was a good customer of Antonio, but he was picky. The Austrian man had him asked about the painting several times now. He seemed to only be interested in this one. Fine by me.
"What do you plan to do with his one, amigo?", the Spaniard asked. They weren't exactly friends but he knew better than to anger the Austrian and loose one of his best customers.
The Austrian looked at him, probably thinking why he suddenly showed so much interest on to where his work is headed.
"Do you remember Ludwig? He told me about this painting here. It seemed that he really took a liking on this one. I do own him a favor, and I hate owning favors. So I will get him this.", the Austrian man explained before shaking his hands and leaving.
Antonio smiled for the first time in weeks. Ludwig is a good man. He will take good care of him.
With that thought still in his mind he went back home.
…
Now that the distraction was sold, people noticed the beauty that was so often forgotten.
True, they only noticed it after the distraction was sold. But it did the trick.
The Artist started smiling again, being his happy self again.
Until a man from Turkey asked him how much he wanted for the piece.
The Spaniard was perplexed, didn't he mention that the greatest creation is not for sale?
He informed him of this fact and watched as the Turk grumpily walked away.
This was when he realized that now that people were looking, really looking, they'd want to own it.
But that was a big no. He wouldn't let them touch it. Wouldn't let them own it without them even knowing what it is really worth. It was his. And his alone.
After the Turk many others followed. The Turk came several times asking for the painting. No matter how many times Antonio refused. Always wearing that white mask of his, a trademark only the Turk was allowed to wear, he thought bitterly. Who would want to wear such a stupid mask anyway?
He was about to go to the security and tell them to ban the Turk from coming to his gallery again when he noticed.
His painting, his masterpiece, his beloved, was gone.
As you can see, Antonio is a little bit obsessed with Lovino.
He might turn a bit dark in later chapters, shouldn't be too bad though :)
Let me know what you think about it ~
Thank for reading ~
