Author's Note: Sorry it took so long, for those of you reading, to produce such a short chapter but through the holiday season I pledge to write more often.
Sitting and sketching was always a hobby of Japan's. Japan really loved just being alone with a canvas or blank paper and just creating art in dead silence. Of course having new friends such as America didn't quite allow his inner peace to happen as much as Japan would have appreciated.
Noisy, would be a singular word Japan would use to describe America. Japan had this instilled image of the person that would never shut up. Was this accurate, probably. Though, Japan felt awful for feeling that way towards America after all he had attempted to help him when he was in a very oppressed or depressed state. Japan, also thought well America did kind of put me in such a situation. Shaking the thoughts of such dismal times in his past Japan continued to paint his favourite landscape, in his favorite attribute silence.
Japan often highlighted the degree of which he and America had grown in closeness. Japan would occasionally bask in his new friendship but also often turn away from America. Like right now, Japan had a certain love for him in an extended family like way but Japan also wish he could just run away from him sometimes, that being said not as much as he wanted to run from his control freak of a dorm master China. Compared to China America was something he would happily deal with everyday. A conference with America a day keeps China away, or more so it was something Japan wished was true. Unfortunately, America and China have had a strained but close relationship for a few grades now. To be honest Japan really liked Great Britain the best of his associates, they were so similar in Japan's eyes.
Enough, Japan thought he was becoming to distracted from his painting if he didn't finish it soon he knew he would surly run into America or China before finishing. Japan like a master started his painting with broad strokes, and then added the subtle beautiful details that completed a painting. After and hour or so of putting the finishing touches Japan was done. Looking at his painting he was proud. Japan felt proud of the finely articulated top of Mt. Fujioka with the base down brilliantly with bright colors not of nature. Japan looked more like an impressionist of a painter to be honest Japan knew he needed work and he was up to the challenge.