Summary: To achieve the highest peak of our Creativity; lines have to be crossed, boxes have to be broken, and Logic has to be forgotten. Then, the Artist is awakened.
Piacere.
Lovers Lie, Liars Love.
Laborer
(la·bor·er n. worker; esp., unskilled worker)
Feliciano slowly blinked.
With both hands held outstretched before him; only his index fingers and thumbs from each hand being used. Yes, he had successfully formed the 90 degree 'L' angle, aforementioned digits stretched as far as they could possibly go.
Yet he had yet to see the results. How was one to ever make their own film if they couldn't see through the eyes of the camera? Sure, the Italian had tired this with the camera itself, but no magic could be seen from behind the lens. One could only capture their desired shot by first looking through the window.
Feliciano hoped to god his Fratello Grande wasn't lying. "Of course Romano wouldn't." the short brunet reasoned, "Fratello Grande is an artist visionary of classical creativity."It took him a moment to reword what he had strangely said, though, his own rambling wasn't that convincing as of right now. Maybe, he was doing it wrong?
The smallest of pouts was formed.
'Patience, Feli.'
Ludwig. Only Ludwig's deep voice would echo throughout his skull, actually attempting to get the easily distracted Italian to be patient. Rolling his shoulders to prevent the creeping stiffness in his upper back, the brunet decided he was already bored. Gradually, his hands drew closer to one another; he himself slipping into quite the daydream. Such a lovely pasta kingdom…
Feliciano blinked, something clicked in his mind. Liquid-brown eyes examined the two slim thumbs several centimeters away, forming a boxy 'U'. Timidly, he turned his right hand, his index finger now pointing down. His eyes widened to focus on the center inside the box he had spontaneously created in mere seconds.
Feliciano gasped softly.
Now, if only he could figure out what the hell he just did…
A/N: This is the only other chapter I had finished way back then… so uh, here it is. .A.
I hope the description is written well enough for you all. I'd also like to point out how my first Hetalia fic is about Italy… when I have this like, man-crush on Canada. XDD— Except, I'm not a man. 8U
Erm, I'd also like it if anybody would be kind enough to suggest ideas or something of the like.