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kiramaru7Title: Artistic Focus
Author: kira
Claim: Germany, Italy
Character(s): Germany, Italy, Spain, Prussia, Romano
Table/Prompt: Romance/ Prompt #13: Glance
Word Count: 704
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Italy spends the time at a World 8 meeting doing anatomy practice sketches of Germany…
Author’s note: Thanks to my beta, Jen, for looking this over for me and helping with the title..
Germany paused in his presentation and looked down at his notes. The World 8 meeting was going well; everyone, who got up and spoke, was quick and to the point. In fact, things were winding down and glancing up to look at the countries assembled there, he noticed Romano was in a heated discussion with Italy. Germany frowned. He wondered what was so important that Spain and Prussia were now involved.
“Italy? Is there a problem?” he asked.
“No…” Italy smiled and went to what he was doing.
Germany nodded. His little buddy was most likely doodling and he figured Romano was probably after him to take notes and top drawing. He was about to go back to his presentation when Romano’s argument with Spain got loud.
“If you must know, my idiot brother is busy drawing that stupid Potato-bastard, instead of paying attention!”
“Yeah?” Spain said. “Can I see it, Italia?”
“Okay…” Italy said as he handed it over.
“It’s really good,” Prussia, who had seen it, said. “It reminds me of all those times when he was little and used to draw Holy Rome.”
Spain looked at it. “It’s very good, Italia!” He handed it back.
“Grazie!”
Romano scowled and Spain whispered something in his ear. “Hell no, you stupid Tomato-bastard! We can’t do that here!” He sputtered wordlessly when all eyes focused on him.
“Carry on, kleine Brüder!” Prussia called out over the din with a wave of his hand.
Germany wondered when he had lost control of the meeting as he watched Spain drag Romano out of the conference room. Things settled down for a bit after that, and heaving a long suffering sigh, he finished his speech, “… and that concludes this month’s meeting.” He gathered his notes together in a pile, before packing them away in his briefcase. Taking off his glasses, he put them in his briefcase as well.
Italy, clutching the legal pad he was drawing on tightly to his chest, hurried over to him. “Ve… Germany…?”
“What?” Germany said as he rolled down his shirt sleeves and buttoned the cuffs. Reaching for his suit jacket, he put it on.
“You want to go out for some gelato?’
“I’d like that.” Germany grabbed his briefcase and the two of them walked towards the exit along with everyone else. “Can I see your drawing?” he asked, curious as to why Italy had not shown it to him.
“Ve…” Italy’s cheeks heated up as he handed the pad to him.
Germany glanced at it and Italy and back. His cheeks also heated up over the series of anatomy studies, featuring himself. “It’s very good, Italy.” Germany handed the legal pad back to him.
“Grazie… Ve… Germany?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re not mad?”
Germany shook his head. Italy had seen him in various stages of dress by now, the same way he had seen his little buddy, so the drawings were fairly accurate. Besides, he had spent one hot, lazy Italian summer afternoon, about two weeks ago, posing for him after coming home from a morning spent at the museum, looking at art. “No… I’m just surprised you were drawing me like that, that’s all.”
“Oh… but I told you it’s important to know anatomy and practice it, and besides, naked bodies are beautiful,” Italy said as they exited the conference room.
“They are and I do understand what you’re saying, but some people get upset over it…” Germany sighed.
Italy snorted. “Romano’s just mad he never mastered drawing. It’s not like me and Nonno Roma never encouraged him.”
“I know, and I don’t think it was that, so much as he’s not happy about us.”
“Romano’s not happy about a lot of things,” Italy said with a shrug. “Prussia said not to worry about it as he’s got his own special kind of happiness.” He smiled.
Germany nodded. He was not sure if his bother had put it that way exactly, but whatever he had said to his little buddy, he was not upset by it. Breathing a sigh of relief, they left the conference center and headed towards the parking lot. After putting his briefcase and Italy’s legal pad in the trunk, they drove off to get some gelato…
Author: kira
Claim: Germany, Italy
Character(s): Germany, Italy, Spain, Prussia, Romano
Table/Prompt: Romance/ Prompt #13: Glance
Word Count: 704
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Italy spends the time at a World 8 meeting doing anatomy practice sketches of Germany…
Author’s note: Thanks to my beta, Jen, for looking this over for me and helping with the title..
Germany paused in his presentation and looked down at his notes. The World 8 meeting was going well; everyone, who got up and spoke, was quick and to the point. In fact, things were winding down and glancing up to look at the countries assembled there, he noticed Romano was in a heated discussion with Italy. Germany frowned. He wondered what was so important that Spain and Prussia were now involved.
“Italy? Is there a problem?” he asked.
“No…” Italy smiled and went to what he was doing.
Germany nodded. His little buddy was most likely doodling and he figured Romano was probably after him to take notes and top drawing. He was about to go back to his presentation when Romano’s argument with Spain got loud.
“If you must know, my idiot brother is busy drawing that stupid Potato-bastard, instead of paying attention!”
“Yeah?” Spain said. “Can I see it, Italia?”
“Okay…” Italy said as he handed it over.
“It’s really good,” Prussia, who had seen it, said. “It reminds me of all those times when he was little and used to draw Holy Rome.”
Spain looked at it. “It’s very good, Italia!” He handed it back.
“Grazie!”
Romano scowled and Spain whispered something in his ear. “Hell no, you stupid Tomato-bastard! We can’t do that here!” He sputtered wordlessly when all eyes focused on him.
“Carry on, kleine Brüder!” Prussia called out over the din with a wave of his hand.
Germany wondered when he had lost control of the meeting as he watched Spain drag Romano out of the conference room. Things settled down for a bit after that, and heaving a long suffering sigh, he finished his speech, “… and that concludes this month’s meeting.” He gathered his notes together in a pile, before packing them away in his briefcase. Taking off his glasses, he put them in his briefcase as well.
Italy, clutching the legal pad he was drawing on tightly to his chest, hurried over to him. “Ve… Germany…?”
“What?” Germany said as he rolled down his shirt sleeves and buttoned the cuffs. Reaching for his suit jacket, he put it on.
“You want to go out for some gelato?’
“I’d like that.” Germany grabbed his briefcase and the two of them walked towards the exit along with everyone else. “Can I see your drawing?” he asked, curious as to why Italy had not shown it to him.
“Ve…” Italy’s cheeks heated up as he handed the pad to him.
Germany glanced at it and Italy and back. His cheeks also heated up over the series of anatomy studies, featuring himself. “It’s very good, Italy.” Germany handed the legal pad back to him.
“Grazie… Ve… Germany?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re not mad?”
Germany shook his head. Italy had seen him in various stages of dress by now, the same way he had seen his little buddy, so the drawings were fairly accurate. Besides, he had spent one hot, lazy Italian summer afternoon, about two weeks ago, posing for him after coming home from a morning spent at the museum, looking at art. “No… I’m just surprised you were drawing me like that, that’s all.”
“Oh… but I told you it’s important to know anatomy and practice it, and besides, naked bodies are beautiful,” Italy said as they exited the conference room.
“They are and I do understand what you’re saying, but some people get upset over it…” Germany sighed.
Italy snorted. “Romano’s just mad he never mastered drawing. It’s not like me and Nonno Roma never encouraged him.”
“I know, and I don’t think it was that, so much as he’s not happy about us.”
“Romano’s not happy about a lot of things,” Italy said with a shrug. “Prussia said not to worry about it as he’s got his own special kind of happiness.” He smiled.
Germany nodded. He was not sure if his bother had put it that way exactly, but whatever he had said to his little buddy, he was not upset by it. Breathing a sigh of relief, they left the conference center and headed towards the parking lot. After putting his briefcase and Italy’s legal pad in the trunk, they drove off to get some gelato…
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