He sighs a deep, warm sound. It doesn't work with his personality at all. He is lighthearted, not so thoughtful. The smile on his face, though, seems brighter than ever before. A soft heat that fills his body turns his cheeks red like the tomato sauce on his favorite pasta. He is blushing, his smile that of a dreamer. It almost seems like he looks trough rose-tinted glasses. He probably does so.
"Ve~ She's so pretty!" Italy exclaims with soft-spoken words and a heavy accent. While he can't help himself but to look at her, his two friends are near standing by. Germany rolls his eyes, Japan just chuckles lightly.
"She is." The Asian nation reassures him with a nod, while he studies her features in an almost interested way. A little smile settles itself on his lips; the third member of the Axis Powers seems bored, if nothing else.
"I know, right? Everything about her is just simply amazing! I mean look at her she is such a pretty ragazza! You have to really look at her to see her real beauty, you know? Her eyes shine so bright like the sun and her hair seems to be so soft and
And she's just wonderful!", he babbles, his voice almost hoarse from talking. After all he talked too much about her already with no end in sight. Some might say he must be in love, the way he finds everything about her loveable. Others surely think of him as a stupid being, but Italy doesn't care. He has to express himself, after all. Describe her with an uncountable amount of words but no words can describe her. So he goes on and on with his little speech, the smile on his face still as big as his heart.
It is Germanys time to sigh. "I
suppose so." He clears his throat in an awkward way and makes a gesture to go, but the Italian nation can hold him back. And so he just stands and looks around, while his friend's speech goes into the next round. He doesn't even listen anymore. Germany simply can't find the illuminated feelings this scene creates for Italy. But it's fine as long as his friend can enjoy the special atmosphere he talks about.
"You know I
I want to say ciao to her. It would be so great to speak with her. Imagine all the things we could tell each other! We would speak about our favorite meals and animals, then we would eat pasta and say what's on our minds and in the end we would laugh. That would be awesome, as Prussia would say it!" With his words being said he starts to dream again. The cloudy vision he sees is colorful and filled with happiness. Just like his heart is pounding so loud he thinks it will rip apart every moment. But he can say that he is happy somewhere, somehow, at least. He knows that his wish isn't possible, but beams at Japan, either way.
He just nods, as if he really knows what Italy is talking about. "Yes, that would be an enjoyable thing. You have quite the imagination, Italy."
The Italian nation sniffles lightly, a suddenly sad smile on his face. It vanishes as soon as it came, though. After all it would be against his personality to be sad for a long time. "Ve~ But it's okay to dream, right?"
"Hai." And with Japans words Italy goes silent and looks at her, again. Like so many times before. He loves every little speck of color on her, her taint, the way her hair falls, how her eyes seem to capture everyone that stares right into them. They capture him, too. And while he has a weakness for cute girls he is an Italian, after all-, she seems to be someone that almost reaches the purity of a guardian angel. She looks ahead with a smile of her own, so soft like her invisible wings. Italy really thinks of her as a holy creature.
Germany breaks the silence. It is so unreal, compared to the little dream world in the Italians head. "I will go now, in Ordnung? Come to me if you are done here." And with that, he takes his leave.
Italy nods, deep in thought. "Si."
Japan just lets the German nation go and, despite the importance of his personal space bubble, touches the shoulder of his pasta loving friend. He sighs, a calm, gentle, but deep tone. "We should go, too. There are many paintings we haven't seen. And we don't want Doitsu to wait for long - he doesn't seem to enjoy this museum as much as I do, after all." With that being said he lets go and turns to the picture on the wall for the last time. He has to say, though, the artist did an amazing job. Everything about the painted girl seems to be so real
He can almost hear her laugh. It surely is a shame that he can't find the description, or the artists' name, for that matter.
Italy shivers. Numbness turns his body cold for a second. "But
she is so much more than a painting! She is my favorite and I love her even more than La Gioconda!"
you seem to care for her, Itaria. Do you know anything about the artist? I can't find information about this piece of art."
He flashes his friend an excited smile. "Of course! It is a known fact that most of the artists works were destroyed, so only a few remained. This is one of them. It was painted 1615 and shows a very pretty ragazza. Sadly, she died at a very young age, that much is known about her. It's his best work, I believe, ve~"
Japan listens quietly and shows a small smile of his own. "It is quite an interesting topic to talk about, but I suppose I should go and look at other paintings. Would you be so kind to tell me the artists name and history when we go home? I want to know more about your culture and the art that goes with it."
"Va bene! You can ask me anything you want! I hope you'll find inspiring pictures! Tell Germania I will come to you guys in some minutes. I just want to look at her for a little while longer." Japan leaves without another word, but an expression that tells Italy that he will do exactly that.
Once he's gone, the Italian nation focus on the painting again, but this time he takes some steps forward, all the while flashing the captured girl his white teeth. His cheeks are red -again- and he chuckles to himself.
"It's long since I last saw you, you know? So much happened! I've seen so much suffering...there was the Second World War, so I was pretty busy
It was awful. But now everything is okay again! I ate pasta today, just like any other day and played with so many small kitties! Germania told me if I do it again I will have to run ten more laps in training. He is such a meanie!" He pauses for a moment, as if she could answer him.
but other than that the day was great. And I will look forward to see you again. I can't wait to tell you about all the things Giaponne and I did together through the years! He and Germania wait for me, though
so I have to go soon. But not without a proper goodbye!" He laughs. Almost as if she could hear him, which she can't, obviously. Somehow this sight is a sad thing to see. Weird for the people standing by but heartbreaking for the small nation. Tears start to fall. He isn't strong enough to hold them back, after all. He is weak. Too weak, maybe.
now look at me. I'm such a wimp! I really have to say goodbye to you. It was so nice to see your smile again. So, so nice~ And you are still so pretty! Such a cute ragazza! I hope the men don't stare at you too much. But they have every right to do so!" A sigh -the last one for this day- leaves his lips. He takes another step forward, just barely enough to be able to see small, white letters in the right corner of the painting. It takes a good eye to decipher them, but he knows the letters by heart. Two words. One Name.