So! This chapter is longer than the last, like i promised. May not look it, but it is! Even if its just by 100 words ^J^ The picture above is what Bel painted! The painting is off of a Amazon ad, not sure who painted it. If you know please tell me!
-Marzia
As class began, and the teacher began a lengthy speech, you wondered if the teacher was the drama teacher, too.
"...and so we will paint! You can paint whatever you wish! Begin!" The tall woman finished, with a flip of her hair she sat at the easel in the front of the class.
Looking at your easel you thought about what to paint. Looking at the small table attached to your easel you saw the primary colors and white in oil paint form, a cup of water, and a small pallet. You decided to paint a Belvisidan landscape, one just outside of Rousnia (the capital). It was a large untouched flower field with a range of different flowers, the area was thick with color There was also a lake and some mountains. Grabbing the oil paints you mixed many colors--pink, purple, green, blue, orange--and washed your brush off in the small water cup. You began with the sky, using a light and dark blue to make the sky and mountains, with some white for clouds and the snow on the mountain. Those mountains were the only in Belvisida, and also the only place to go for snow. While Belvisida may not be a huge country, the vast beauty seems endless.
You began to paint trees and the green base for the flowers. Once finished with that, you painted the flowers themselves. As you finished your painting, you looked over at Sweden's canvas. He was painting a snowy landscape, you thought it was somewhere in Scandinavia.
"Pardon, Sweden, but might I ask where that is?"
"F'nl'nd." He replied, stoicly.
[Swedish Dialect: Finland]
"Oh, might I ask why you're painting that?"
"M'k's m' h'ppy[1]."
[Swedish Dialect: Makes me happy]
"Okay." You turned back to your canvas, you were finished, how long until class is over?
"Ve~ Bella, you're a very-a good-a artist!" N. Italy suddenly popped up next to you, startling you a bit. In your startled panic you nearly knocked over your water, thankfully you saved it, only two drops of water hitting the floor, the sound of the water hitting the linoleum was drowned out by conversations going on around you.
"Oh, thank you It- Feliciano."
"Ve~" The Italian skipped back to his canvas, next to his brother.
As class came to a close and countries began to leave the teacher floated about, reviewing the paintings. As you picked up your bag and began to leave you heard a dramatic gasp. Turning around you saw her standing at your canvas.
"My! Who painted this!"
"Um, that was me." You raised your hand.
"Incredible!"
"Thank you?" You turned back around, that seemed to be the end of the conversation.
As you walked down the hall toward the entrance, you thought about the day. It was a good day, you made some friends. You entered the elevator and got to your floor. As you walked towards the door you saw a small blonde figure next to it. The figure--a girl--looked up.
"Oh! Hallo!"
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1. We all know Sweden's fin-sexual, its c a n o n. So hey, Fin makes him happy~!
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