With Open Eyes

Part 21

Italy loves to paint and draw. It was one of the only things that kept him sane. He poured his heart and soul in to his art. Before he had become extremely depressed his drawings had been colorful and bright. Recently though his paintings had taken on a darker more depressed tone.
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Italy sighed as he sat in his art studio. He had just finished painting the walls with designs. You would expect pasta or lovely city landscapes so fill the wall but instead on wall was coverd in words, insults. Another canvases painted with bloody battle scenes. The third dark swirling reds with the ocassioal splash of crimson red. The last wall was filled with an ongoing list. A list of every insult anyone had said about him at a world meeting. Unlike the first one which had thing he though about himself this wall was things he heard others say. Scattered around the room were canvases and paint containers. On the easel was an unfinished painting of some creature with a large pointed grin emerging from shadows.

Italy sighs and ran a hand through his hair. He walked through the door and in to a second art room. This studio was a false one. I was filled with bright and colorful painting scattered around the room. He didn't want anyone to see behind his mask so he covered up his true art studio with a fake one. He sighs again and walked out of booth studios closing and locking the doors. He had been painting the walls all day and needed a break.
"I need some wine"
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A/N:I'm sorry I took so long to update I had some lovely writers block and I got sick once again. I would like to thank you guys for reading and if you have any suggestions for where you would like me to go with this story leave a comment or message me! I do now own hetalia if I did Prussia and Canada would meet more often.