Hetalia, Found You!

Chapter 19: Make Things Happen

I still dont own hetalia, yura-sama does~  (^ - ^ ")

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Hetalia, Found You!

Chapter 19: Make Things Happen

Ilvero Amore's POV

Turns out there was a meeting on.

I sat in the corner quietly, not drawing any attention to myself. Or at least, not meaning to. I held the leather bound sketch pad tight to my chest, as if it were a rock that kept me sane. I heard all the talking of the countries, most of them completely oblivious to me. America and England looked over once in a while, and the only other people who were watching where Japan and China (who were watching staring at me constantly from the other end of the room). No one knew I was here, which suited me just fine.

I look around nervously, and deciding it was safe I open the book with the most delicate of touches. I leafe through to the next clean page and click my fingers quietly. Putting my hand out palm out a pencil lands in it silently. Smiling to myself, I close my eyes and clear my coarse and violent mind. Managing slightly, I put the pencil to the fresh page.

It started with drawing the things around me, the people on the table, doing their own thing at the table. Then my mind went to birds, and I drew some doves all over the page. Then my mind drifter once again, but this time to flowers. Not caring if they loked real of not, I move the pencil away from the paper to see the results.

Looking up, I realise I had left out my neightbouring country, France. I shudder slightly att the thought of how big his ego would grow if he knew I was drawing him, and look around the room. Germany was looking at me, and I catch his eye. He blushes, realising he got caught, and coughs quietly, turning back to the front. I shrug and continue to draw France.

Torso relaxed but professional, hand in hair and face calm. Wait... was there a curl in his hair there...?

I look up, and he isn't in the seat that he was in moments ago. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion, and look all over the table. None of the countries were there, for not a soul inhabited the large solid oak surface. I jump slightly when I hear the laugh my country hates most next to me.

"There is one here, non?" He said, pointing a thin finger towards the area I was working on, answering my unspoken and largly unknown question. I widen my eye slightly, but apart from that I didn't do anything.

"I see zhat you are drawing zhe fabulous moi~!" He says, trying to break the silence as I worked. "You got zhe amazing looks right, OHONHONHON!!!"

I chuckles slightly, and finish what I am doing. I lean back against the wall with him and sigh.

"I guess I did... huh France...." I tell him quietly.

I could feel his flamboyant attitude dissipate, and he looks at me concerned. However, at this time I feel too drained to care as much as I should have.

"What is the matter, mon cher...?" He asks, worry lacing his tone.

I look at the sketchpad and see the still life of the countries, including the almost finished france. Furrowing my eyebrows slightly, I notice the very heated glares Russia and America were giving each other from across the page.

"........." I pause for a moment, and shut the book swiftly but gently.

He looks at me questioningly, then realises what I mean. He puts his arm around my shoulders, and pulls me into his side gently, with his other hand holding my hair and stroking it with his thumb. I tense slightly, about to protest, but a warm feeling breaks out in my stomach. France was being nice, kind, tender. Since when did this happen normally? Treasure it. I close my mouth, and relax slightly, and he pulls back gently. His hand still lingered in my hair, and he smiled sadly at me, a slightly shocked expression at the fact I had let him hug me.