Looking on the Bright side ( Feliciano)

With a few small lines he created the shading on the face, but made sure to not add a lot of it, he didn't prefer extremely shaded drawings, too dark for the boy. No, he rather had light and bright drawings, making the viewers see that you can turn any moment of your life a lot brighter by just erasing some dark lines. For a moment the artsy kid looked up to take in the scenery, the schoolyard. He liked going here, it was calming and beautiful, especially now it finally turned spring and everything got all lively again. A smile formed on his face when he laid his eyes on a few kids laughing, they seemed really happy and it made him feel even better as he wondered about what could have been that funny. His eyes then turned to his guitar that he had laid down in the grass next to him as he was sitting against a tree to be able to get at least a bit of shade. especially in temperatures as high as these and the burning sun easily burning his pale skin. The Russian laid down his sketchbook and pencil case for a moment and grabbed his guitar as that one look had sparked his inspiration and just improvised a little, writing down the things that sounded pretty good and forgetting about the notes that would drive every listener crazy. But most of them were alright, Friedrich's tip on thinking about fun things while playing really helped as his thoughts drifted off to a girl he met recently, flinching a little as he realized it wasn't Rose...

Feliciano smiled. It was a beautiful spring day. The grass was green, there were leaves on the trees again, and he noticed the blossoms dropping sporadically from the cherry tree. He inhaled the air, sniffed at the flowers and looked at the sky. He noticed a thick tree, so he went up there, to sit around a bit and maybe draw a little. As he approached, he noticed a soft guitar playing coming from the other side of the tree. His hands found their way to the straps of his backpack as the Italian walked closer and closer. Ahhh. There he was. Abel! The coach's son. Feli always thought he was a sweet kid, maybe a bit of a troublemaker. But you could tell he had good intentions. He smiled as he leaned against the tree. Apparently, Abel didn't notice him, so he hummed a few notes along with the boy. No reaction. The boy seemed lost in thought. 'I'd play an A# next if I were you.' He smiled and sat down. "What's up, ragazzo?" Feliciano put his hands behind him to support his back a little. "Problems with the ladies?"

'I'd play an A# next if I were you.' a voice suddenly interupted his thoughts as the little boy jumped up a little letting the guitar go for a few seconds. He looked up and smiled as he realized who it was " Feliii!" he greeted him with lots of excitement as the boy sat down. He smiled brightly, thinking feli was one of the most awesome kids in school..but then again who doesn't. "What's up, ragazzo?" Feliciano put his hands behind him to support his back a little. "Problems with the ladies?". The Russian blinked, wtf was a ragazzo?? must be Spanish or something the boy thought smh smh. Anyways the boy sighed "wellll" he decided to just say so, this was Feliciano Fkng vargas, maybe he could help, well he was better than asking Sophie for love advise for sure. " yeahhh...well i think so" the little boy looked up at him " there is this girl i like..in my class...her name is Rose...and she is great...but i just can't get that friend of hers out of my head and i don't know what to do...they're both awesome" as he thought about them...but noticed how it was mostly lucy that popped up in that mediocre brain of his ...

The boy seemed a bit confused at his use of the most beautiful language in the world. He would be too, poor child. Never heard something so pretty. He felt sorry for him. After a moment, Abel sighed. "Wellll," Feli raised his eyebrows, grinning widely. "yeah...well I think so," The Italian clasped his hands together. He knew it. "There is this girl i like..in my class...her name is Rose...and she is great...but i just can't get that friend of hers out of my head and i don't know what to do...they're both awesome" He thought about it for a few seconds, making an adorable hmm noise. "Well," He turned his head to the boi. "Who do you think about the most?"

"Well," He turned his head to the boi. "Who do you think about the most?". De Russian blinked as he looked at the older boy with a small frown "well" he started as he needed a few moments to think about this very hard question with the little number of brain cells he has in that head of his. I mean..it had to be Rose right? who else? she was pretty and outspoken and all, but somehow he just couldn't get her best friend out of his head, her long beautiful hair and the small smile she had on her face after he told her her drawings were amazing just made all the days of his life a lot brighter than they already were and there he caught himself again, thinking of someone else than his crush, he flinched a little as he realized and looked at Feliciano again with a bit of a blush on his pale face "hè " he began in a small giggle "...her friend?" he said as he looked away again

The boy blinked a couple of times at him. Feli grinned. He already suspected the answer. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so confused. "well," he started. The Russian was thinking, he looked so disturbed. After a long, long time, a small blush appeared on his cheeks. "hè," Feliciano smirked, he knew it. "...her friend?" He nodded. "Hmm," his hands started moving furiously. "if you think about her more, then you should ask her out!" He looked at him. "Unless you really, really, really, really like her better." His hands were open. "But that's your choice."

"Hmm," his hands started moving furiously. Abel smiled brightly as he mimicked the Italian's handmovents with a small chuckle "if you think about her more, then you should ask her out!" He looked at him. "Unless you really, really, really, really like her better." His hands were open. "But that's your choice.". He smiled as he thought about that before a sudden realization popped up in his head, leaning forward a little "you and Joli Favre are together right?" he whispered as the freshman he was his cheeks redder than red as he giggled once more , cause oh boi what was he brave right now

The sweet freshman leaned forward a bit. "You and Joli Favre are together right?" Feli blushed a bright tomato-red. "Uh-uh-ye-uh," he angrily pointed a finger at the boi. "Ho-how do you know? Who told you?" It wasn't like he didn't want anyone to know, but was it this obvious?

"Uh-uh-ye-uh," he angrily pointed a finger at the boi. "Ho-how do you know? Who told you?". Abel smirked as he moved just a little bit closer to the boy "i sawwwww" with a little dance that he just made up and actually was pretty proud of, let's just pray he doesn't forget it "in your dreams ya know" he leaned back a little "they were pretty....interesting actually" he said before grabbing an apple out of his bag and took a biggo bite for extra ego points

The boi moved even closer and smirked. Feli was flustered as hell. How was he supposed to react? "I sawww," Abel smirked. The Italian grew angry and pushed the boi to the ground. "in your dreams ya know. they were pretty....interesting actually" He blushed. Those were uhm, private dreams. They'd certainly ruin his reputation of sweet, pure, naive child. He shivered, thinking about it. "If you tell anyone, you're... you're..." He rolls over, on to the grass. 'Urghhhhhh..."

suddenly he was on the ground but did he mind not really he was laughing too hard, plus the grass was soft. "If you tell anyone, you're... you're..." he said as He rolls over, on to the grass. 'Urghhhhhh...". The young boy blinked a little as he sat up and moved closer to the Italian, sitting next to him again "then I'm what?" he asked teasingly as he threw grass on the guy with a slight chuckle

The freshman sat up and inched closer. "then I'm what?" Feli grumbled as grass was thrown at him. "Dead" He looked at him with an emotion never seen before in his eyes. Anger but also... joy? He sat up and threw the boi down again playfully. "So yeah, beware you little ragazzo."

"Dead" the italian said with an almost terrifying gaze in his eyes as the young kid just laughed at him , he would never. when suddely he got pshed to the fucking ground making the russian squeeck a little as he back reached the grass beneath them, quickly masking him laugh again "So yeah, beware you little ragazzo." the italian continued. Abel laughed a little as he threw more grass in the older boy's face before sitting up again "ragazzo?" he repeated with the worst pronounciation ever "is that spanish or portuguese? wait isn't that the same thing?" he asked in deep thoughts, a big smile on his pale face

Abel laughed a little as he threw more grass in his face. He sneezed. They didn't have grass in Italy unless you mean dried-up straws made of pasta and sin. Funny how in the country where the pope lives (sort of), they commit more sins then everywhere else on planet Earth. Feli was awakened by the boy sitting up again. "Ragazzo?" The Sicilian looked at him with a half dozed-off face (cringing internally over the pronunciation), like he was asleep but now on his way to steal your girl - not that he actually would, he has a girlfriend now, it's in Italian thing, come on. "is that Spanish or Portuguese? Wait, isn't that the same thing?" Okay. This guy HAD to be playing. The ITALIAN narrowed his ITALIAN eyes with a typical ITALIAN look on his face. Not the about-to-steal-your-girl-also-just-woke-up face. No. The 'I know a guy that will kill you, you son of a-' face. He leaned in, closer and closer. "It's Italian, moron,' he hissed. Feli never felt this offended in his life.

the young boy looked at him with a biggo smile when suddenly..things changed and i swear he felt shivers going down his spine upon seeing the italian's face , like he actually felt cold and he spend days locked outside in the coldness that is Russia because that is how shit goes appearantly. so yeh he was pretty much scared to som it all up. "It's Italian, moron,' he hissed as abel slowly back up a little as the italian got closer. He blinked " oooooooh i know italy! i have been there once" he said with a smile " couldn't handle the warmth that well though, impressive how you guys can just do that, like what is the secret? " he said smiling nervously as he thought back to his few days in italy with his dad..before he fell down those stairs and was deafened but shhhh we do not speak.

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