We Ship what we ship (OTP Book)

Art - Chelsea x Kugelmugel (Hetalia/OC)

A/N: Why am I making crack stuff now? ._. Someone tell me what’s this kind of disease before it starts spreading!

Enjoy~! XD

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Kugelmugel is currently tapping his pencil on a clean paper of his sketchbook, thinking hard what he is going to draw next.

He tried drawing the peaceful scenery around him but after drawing it and perfecting it he knew there was something missing; he just can’t put his finger on it.

A cream colored cat suddenly appeared, meowing lightly, as it looked at Kugelmugel with its cat eyes.

He immediately sketched it, glancing at it with pleading eyes to not move. The cat seems to understand, it just meowed sometimes, blinked occasionally wagging its tail.

When the braided-haired boy was done, he looked at it then immediately realized that there was something missing. He sighed, setting his sketchbook, pencil and eraser aside and looked at the sky.

It was beautiful that Kugelmugel wanted to paint but he was too lazy to even get his painting equipment.

He closed his eyes and relaxed, the silence was very peaceful.

After a long while, the cat looked somewhere then trotted away, not that Kugelmugel cared though.

“Aw, you’re so cute~” A soft familiar angelic voice reached the small nation’s ears, opening one eye he saw a familiar raven-haired girl. He sat up straight; staring at her for a while then quickly grabbed his sketchbook and started drawing.

He silently begged for who was watching from above to let him treasure this moment, to let him draw this beautiful scenery in front of him.

He glanced at the girl who is now playing with the cat using a plant. It made her look so innocent under the sun.

Kugelmugel carefully draw the girl’s body and face, making sure not to fail even once (isn’t that the reason why people invented erasers?).

Once he was done, he looked at; sure enough it was the art he was looking for all day long. The girl was innocently playing with the cat using the plant, a smile plastered on her face, pink hue adored her cheeks.

He drew the cat just as he was toying with the plant. Lastly, the scenery as a background was beautiful….when she was in the picture.

Kugelmugel can’t help but make one side of his lip curl slightly at the drawing. He was proud of himself.

“Hi Kugelmugel! What are you drawing?” Chelsea –the girl from before- walked closer to him just as when she noticed him sketching nearby.

The boy flinched. “N-Nothing!” He stammered, closing it with a soft thump.

Chelsea giggled. “Okay, if that’s what you want!” Kugelmugel thought that was the beautiful music he ever heard. “Let’s go to town, Kugelmugel! I wanna eat something!” Chelsea exclaimed, pulling on Kugelmugel’s wrist.

He lets her dragging him to town.

Kugelmugel now knows that the best art he ever made was making Chelsea smile.