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"Sir, a lot of new portraits are going to be made in the coming years, since with all the decolonization happening"

"Indeed, we would welcome them all"

"Though part of my does wish to get rid of Alexander's portrait"

"Well sir, you know tensions are high but it's tradition and straining ties even more would not be ideal"

"Right right.."

Sevasteyan was walking through the infamous House of Markov with an accomplice of his. He was watching all the humans, seeing them flock towards their nations portrait, while also simultaneously glancing at the various portraits.

He walked by several, Benjamin, Francine, Irene, Saud, Turan, Shaheen, Afiza, etc. Sevasteyan was not too interested in any of them, only a quick glance and that was about it. None of the portraits fazed him, they were all the same.

"Y'know, maybe these nations should try to make themselves decent at least"

"Sir, that's a bit- harsh don't you think" his accomplice said, awkwardly laughing.

He walked more and more. Sevasteyan wondered what was even the point of making a portrait if none of them would even make an effort to look pretty or at least average, at least to his eyes. None of them impressed him, even back when his father was alive. Sevasteyan remembered thinking that his father was wasting his time.

Suddenly, he saw a whole floc of many people around this one specific portrait.

"What in the world is going on there? A circus?" He snapped but was also very confused.

Sevasteyan turned to his comrade.

"There's no superpower's portrait there? Right?"

"No sir".

"That over there is India or Indiran's portrait."

Sevasteyan became even more confused. He looked back at the flock of people. India? Why him specifically? He didn't understand. Sure people are patriotic of their country but there was so many, and half of them weren't even Indian as far as Sevasteyan knew. He wanted to know what was happening.

"Well, we should go see what Indiran has to offer" Sevasteyan said.

The two of them began to walk towards the area. The closer they got, the more crowded if got. They had to move through a whole sea of people near the portrait. Sevasteyan finally got close enough and finally, he opened his eyes to gaze at the portrait.

As soon as he did

He didn't know what he was seeing

It looked

so

Unreal....

The portrait had everything every human on earth wished to have. His eyes sparkled and shimmered like the stars in the night sky or the light of shooting stars. His hair was bouncy but it displayed an elegant and glamorous look. His clothing and attire were as diverse and colorful as his people. His jewelry twinkled just like his eyes.

Sevasteyan, he couldn't move. He was just gazing at the portrait, with no care or worry in the world. What he doing? Why was he there? What was he going to do? He didn't know and if didn't matter. His beauty wasn't like how he and the West put as, but something exotic and new, it was beautiful and unique.

"Mom, is that him?"

"Yes dear, this is India"

"Woahhh, Mom he's so beautiful!"

"His beauty is unmatched and exotic"

Sevasteyan could hear a mother and daughter beside him. He could only hear them as he refused to turn his gaze away. Refused, he didn't have a choice. He simply couldn't

"I wish I could be like him! His portrait is pretty"

"Oh dear, this portrait captured only a fraction of his beauty"

"You mean he's more beautiful in person?"

"Definitely. He's more elegant and dazzling then even beyond our imagination"

Sevasteyan unknowingly nodded. Like his mind was agreeing with what that woman was saying. Some part of him wanted to look away but it was dominated by his desire to keep gazing and accepting the beauty of the portrait. His accomplice beside him seemed to have noticed his dazed expression.

"Hello- sir?" He waved his arms in front of Sevasteyan's face. This seemed to have made him gain control again

Sevasteyan nodded slightly, in a way that his mind was agreeing with that that woman was saying. He was just soundlessly gazing at the portrait, with little to no care in the world. Why was here? What was doing? What happened before? It didn't matter at all. His accomplice beside him seemed to have noticed his trance.

"sir, are you- alright?" He waved his hand in front of Sevasteyan's fsce. Sevasteyan seemed to finally snap out of his trance.

"Ah- oh, sorry. I was just, lost kind of" he said, still giving quick glances towards the portrait.

"No need to apologize, India's portrait has been known to draw people" he chuckled a bit.

"What?"

"Don't you know?" he questioned. "India's portrait has been drawing many people ever since it got here"

"His portrait might generate half the tourist revenue to this place" he joked.

Sevasteyan was now zoning out. Even though his comrade was joking, some parts of him felt like, Inds beauty was attracting a lot of the people. His mind, just became lost and confused, like he coudonr focus or think properly. He wanted to look at the portrait more, but he couldn't look at it forever.

Sevasteyan sighed.

"I'm not sure if in prepared to even meet him in person"

Hello, I am in fact not dead. Shocking ik.

Since I've heard so much about India's glamour and beauty, u thought why not show that through Soviet being a simp j/

I'll try to upload more chapters if my brain just decides too. I'll be making another chapter about Ind after this as well.

So bye for now.