This probably be so OOC and sorry for any french or english grammar ! I only like the Van Gogh paintings so it's kinda new for me giving attention to Mona Lisa .

Anyway it's a Dark or Yandere France x Spain fic, there will be character death and other pairings will be there too and bit of America x Spain and bit of Spain x Belgium .

Next Chapter will be up soon !

- CupOfTheeFics -

The first painting I remember seeing was the Mona Lisa .

I was on a little day trip with my grand-père in Louvre Paris .

I remember how my breath was stolen, just by seeing her smile . My grand-père chuckles as he petted my hair .

"Beautiful is she non ?" I nodded in silence .

"How she remembers me of your grand-mère ."

I stared at the painting in silence and then looked at him ."grand-mère ?"

"Yes she was so lovely, so beautiful, full of warmth like the painting ."

I did not understand at the moment the feeling I got from him, was I afraid ? Maybe .. Did I feel a thrill go on my spine ? Sure .. "Where is grand-mère ? She said she will take me for a crêpe ..." I pouted slightly I loved those moments with my grand-mère, I realize a bit she is getting old and I don't have much time with her ..

"I am sorry .." grand-père suddenly whispered ."But your grand-mère, my lovely Adilne is a painting now."

"A painting ?" What is my grand-père talking about, can you turn someone into a painting ? Maybe he meant he painted her ..

"Yes like the Mona Lisa, oh Francis I wished you could've seen her ."

I felt confused, bit scared and curious .

I wanted to know why I can't see her .

"Hand up !"

Everything went quickly I did not know where to run, did not understand where to stand all I saw was my grand-père putting his hands up and went on his knees .

"She is a beautiful painting now ." Was all he said, the last he said .

After some years went by and I understand now, grand-père made grand-mère into a painting because he loved her so much .

I really wanted to see it, too bad I never could ..

I started to paint aswell but it's only for so long until Paris became so dull, grey and boring nothing inspires me anymore .

"Perhaps an other scene will help ." A dear friend of mine Monica said as she sips a bit of thee ."A new scene ? But I went everywhere in France, where could I possible go ? Don't dare to say America only gods know how long my beauty will last by those greasy pigs !"

Monica laughed softly . "I agree I saw some of my highschool classmates returning from that place, they were looking so unhealthy poor souls ."

She looked around as her eyes fell on the world map, I despise that thing but it covers the cracks I made with mine wine bottle so I don't complain much .

"Do you have some darts laying around ?"

"Qioue why ?"

"Throw a dart to a place on the world map, you get an other turn if you hit America or the ocean ." She winked at me ."I like the idea ... Okay I will do it but I want to have an other chance if I hit England ."

"Deal ."

I sought for those darts I know where somewhere in my drawer of the desk standing in my living room, I found them soon and took one out quickly .

"God stand by my side for this ."

"Don't blame him if you miss where you really wanna go ."

"I go where the dart will lead me ."

I took a deep breath and throw ...

I looked away fast . "Tell me it's too dramatic for me !"

Monica rolled her eyes at me, I know she did because she was silent .

I hear her getting up and walking to the world map ."Oh ~ I do think you will like it ."

"Which place ?"

"Spain ." She smiled at me as I looked at her ."You are going to Spain my dear Francis ."

Spain ...

Who ever thought I will find it there my muse ..