War painted Memories [Open]

She noticed a gaze looking at her and turned towards it. It was Vladimir Sensei. She then smiled back.

He then looked at some papers on his desk, reading though some letters his sisters sent him.

She just chuckled a little and continued cleaning the brushes.

He chuckled a bit reading the letters.

The girl then went and let the paintbrushes dry by the sinks. She then made her way to put the paints away for the use of another time.

He put the notes into his desk, still laughing slightly.

"hehe What's so funny."

She chuckled a little from how her teacher was laughing so much.

"Just a few letters my sestra's sent me." He smiled slightly, still trying to contain a bit of laughter.

She smiled and chuckled a bit. Giving a nod as she acknowledged her teacher. She then put the paints back to the supplies shelf where they belonged.

He had been watching them, interested in what the girl was doing. He thought she had some skill for this kind of thing, yet it seemed a bit difficult. He lightly tapped her shoulder. "Would you mind showing me how you did that?" Facing her, he pointed to her painting. "I've never painted before, and your works are lovely."

"hm?"

As she was putting away the paints she felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning to see who it was, she saw the Mexico behind her. He asked if she could show him how she painted the portrait. She gave a smile and a nod to him.

"Hehe Sure I'll show you how. Here, take the sketch book and start sketching something that you like or maybe something here that you would like to draw. For example, that tree." She pointed to a window where there was a nice apple tree, just outside.

He took the sketch book in his arms, it was lighter than he expected. He nodded slightly, turning to take a look outside. He turned back and asked, slightly confused, "Sketch is when...you outline something?" He took up a pencil that was nearby and looked at it. These terms also seemed different to him, almost everything was different here. He was glad though, that the girl was willing to help out.

"hehe well yes. It's mainly drawing the object but just not putting a lot of detail in it."

She smiled as she explained to him. She continued to take out the materials for Mexico to use.

"Well, that seems easy enough." He was holding the book upside-down. When he realized this, he chuckled and turned it the right way. He placed the pencil on the book, but he held it there for a few moments. "It can be anything we want?" He already had an idea, but it was better to be sure.

She nodded back to him as she held two canvases and placed them both on empty eisels.

"Yes, anything you want your drawing to be about." A smile appeared as she looked at Mexico

He gave a small smile then started to sketch something out. He had drawn a few times, but that was really it. He had always done it for building plans, never for something like this. But he enjoyed it anyways, it was something new.

He drew a bit quickly, it seemed a bit faster than it should have been. He took a seat then continued, drawing people with bright expressions. He smiled and held it up to the girl. "Does this seem fine? I didn't add so much detail, so is it right?" He didn't understand that there was no 'right' or 'wrong' in art.

She turned to see the sketch that he had drawn. A smile appeared on her face as she looked at it. It was a happy drawing and it made her happy as well. When she heard Mexico ask such a question, she chuckled a little.

"hehe it looks great to me, but it's up to you to tell whether it's right or wrong to you."

[Late reply... blarg...]

Ivan was almost a bit disappointed as the Mexican let go of his hand; he was just starting to get used to physical contact, and was begining to enjoy it.

After a few moments of silently watching the other two talk among themselves, the Russian boy wandered over to the desk that held the paints. He blinked a bit and allowed his head to tilt; so much color...

He took some of the brightest colors he could find and walked back to the canvas. He tapped the end of the paintbrush to his lips a few times, thinking. How did they do this again...?

Ivan squeezed a bit of green directly onto the brush and was about to touch the brush onto the canvas, when a sneeze shook him. He had turned his head away and buried his face onto the crook of his right elbow, but the jolt of the sneeze sent the green splattering on the clean white.

The boy stared at it for a few moments; disappointment and irritation knawed at him as he looked at the soiled canvas. It was just a little splatter, but... but wait...

After looking at it for a short while, he saw that it actually looked nice. With a soft, curious 'hmn..' he grabbed some red and spurted a bit on the brush. Ivan flicked the brush, sending a streak of splattered red paint over the green.

The girl looked toward the Russian teen as he painted and smiled seeing as he was painting. She placed some of the paints that she had in her hands by the canvas and took a paint brush to start painting again while Mexico was drawing his sketch. The paintbrush spread the colors quite nicely as she started to spread them into her desired shapes.

I'm coming here as a Faculty (Address him formally!) I'm not following what's happening in the Art Room, so... Um.. Be as Detailed as you can .__.

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Already near his tears, as he walked down the hallways, you could say this poor Italian Faculty is already lost in the school. For some reason, he couldn't navigate his way to the Library and seemed to have lost his direction. Too bad there wasn't maps or directory around the school either. He thought to himself maybe, he could meet up with the Student Association president OR the School's secretary, that would get the job done, though it was highly recommended to memorize the school grounds, especially he is a faculty. He should and expected to know the school grounds. ... He stopped in his tracks when he passed his Italian classroom... For the 50th time.

"ARGH!!" He said so in frustration. His cheeks were red and his eyes were almost in a shape of an Asian's eyes. Closed but then it could be also, and almost explained as 'Chinky' He was ready to go into his 'Angritalia Mode' Clenched his fist in front of his faces, while grid his teeth together. 'Grrr' He made an audio. "I can't just give up! I've been alone all the time! I should be able to handle this!" He started walking once again, giving it another chance, if he still hasn't find it, he's going to sit on the ground and cry like a baby, the usual him. This time, really unusual... He spotted a stairs, and decided to go down. This is now a new route for him, now he's going to get lost even more, until, he passed an Art Room, he went on his tippy toes and looks at whoever are inside the room, looks like Students? He couldn't see an instructor around, or maybe he couldn't recognize any instructors at all.

He decided to quietly come in and see whats the Art Room look like, rather than being mad, he developed a smile on his face, seeing the art reminded him of his renaissance era's. Lots of good and bad memories, though the good memories had topped it off. He missed the times he used to paint... Even hold a paintbrush. Quietly walking around, he looked through the pictures hanged on the wall. Wow... Nice paintings. He looked at the canvases who were sitting on a painting stand, and grabbed a paint brush, he understood that he can't continue someones work, so he just looked at the paint and hold and stroked the brush using his thumb.

"hm?"

The girl that was painting on one of the canvases looked down the row of canvases to find the Italian teacher sitting and looking at all the pieces of work. She smiled and continued painting on her canvas. Stroke by Stroke the colors continued to make a scenery of a beach. Mexico still drawing or pondering if his drawing was good or not, and the Russian teacher and student were minding their own business. Student painting on a canvas and the teacher working at his desk.

Volgograd was actually sketching in his notebook, in boredom, whenever the students were working. He never noticed that the Italian walked in so he ignored him completely. He was sketching scenery that will become a war picture after a while of working. He was humming a Russian tune from his childhood, smiling a bit even though it was a dark image of his past.

You could say... This is was a nice break for the Italian. He was frustrated a minute later, but then again, he visited the Art room, suddenly, he just wants to eat his pastas or just take siestas. It was a wonderful thought after all. But he is needed in the Library and better get going. He saw a student... Hawaiian student, how marvelous.. And a Russian teacher... Since he was in fact near from the Student, he tries to approached the Hawaiian female, while he holds his hand were held behind his back.

With a shivering body "Neh, What are you drawing right there?" He tried to at least hide his fear from the Russian's son, though he couldn't. It was too hard for him. He would always imagine things like, they would strangle him, it was one of the times he would always so scared of them. They are the kinds who can hold the guns easily and shoot someone without a hesitation. It feared him.

[Feli just to let you know.. I'm role-playing teen!Russia here. Just pretend this Ivan and the adult principle are different people.]

The shabby, dark-haired boy in the far corner had been amusing himself by simply splattering bright colors of paint all over his canvas. He had never really seen so much color before, save for the brilliant paintings in Mongolia's and Golden Horde's mansions. But he wasn't allowed to wander around their houses. Life in a small servant's room got quite boring. Maybe if he could steal a only a few tubes of paint and maybe a few brushes.. he could amuse himself with the walls of his room. Hey, Mr. Khan rarely went into Ivan's dark little room. He always made him come out.

The Russian boy rose his soft violet eyes as the Italian man entered the room. He paused for a moment and watched him silently. It was a talent of his to detect moods on the spot, and he saw this man in particular was frustrated. Due to past... traumas.. he'd learned to keep well out of frustrated people's ways. But the red-haired man seemed friendly once he started painting...

Ivan tapped the bottom of the brush to his lips, thinking for a few moments.

"Um..." He spoke up quietly at first to get the man's attention, yet his greeting was loud enough to be confident to an extent... "Privet...." He trailed off a bit and blinked a few times, remembering what he had overheard some students calling their elders; he decided to copy them. That one word seemed to make the adults happy, even though he wasn't quite sure what it meant. Who knows? It might just put the adult in a good mood.

"...sir."

"hm?"

The young girl looked toward the voice and saw that a Italian teacher she had never met before was behind her shivering a bit smiling. She tilted her head wondering why but then remembered that that her teacher was Russian and right behind her so that might be the reason why. Giving a gentle smile toward the Italian to show that he had her full attention and for him to know that "he was safe."

"Aloha~ sir"

She then noticed that Russia had come to say hello as well and she smiled even more on how polite and innocent he seemed.