Even Empires need to get away from it all

[diosorogloria]

He hardly hears the sound of the sea fade from beyond his wide open window. No, he is far too occupied in his quiet musings and the little feast laid out before him. Succulent ham, fresh cheese, juicy olives, excellent sherry--what more can an Empire want

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[venetianhugs]

[This place was so new and big~. There was so much to see and do and smell and read and touch and -- Veneziano takes a peak at this odd guy. If he didn't know any better, he'd say that was...]

Spain? Big brother, is that you?

[diosorogloria]

[Green eyes lift up from the big hunk of ham before him. Spain looks at Italy and doesn't recognize him. Italy in his time is a cute, precious little boy after all]

I am Spain, yes. And you are...?

*peek OTL

[venetianhugs]

[He frowns just a little but turns it into a smile.]

Are you playing dress-up? It's me, Italy~. Ve, is forgetting me part of the game?

*patpats* ^^ It's okay~

[diosorogloria]

[Dress-up? He wonders why the other would think such a thing. He may be in repose at the moment, but his clothes are made of the finest materials the Empire has to offer...]

[At the mention of Italy, he returns the smile, though it looks a bit condescending. Just a tad]

What kind of joke is this? You are not Italy.

[venetianhugs]

[He means no insult~. Veneziano smiles his warmest smile and walks closer to Spain. The other man didn't mean any harm to him, right?]

I've been Italy for a long time, ve. Unless you mean how I was the Republic. Ve! Or maybe you want me to be the Republic again? Ve, I was so small back then~.

[diosorogloria]

[Hmm... Perhaps not. Besides, Spain can easily defend himself, should there be a need to. Spain never goes anywhere unarmed]

[But anyway. He'll indulge him, he supposes. Spain doesn't really have anything to do and he's always open to some amusement]

Tell me more about yourself then, Italy. [He gestures toward the seat across him, his smile relaxed as he leans back and waits] What brings you here?

[venetianhugs]

[Unaware of the potential danger, Italy steps closer and takes a seat. He has no weapons on him, unless Spain considered an artist's tools dangerous.]

Thank you~. [May he share Spain's meal? It looked really good~.]

Ve, I only came over because I saw you wear those clothes and I thought, ve maybe you wanted to try on those clothes again!

[diosorogloria]

[Pathetic ones, but assassins have been known to use such mundane-looking things as weapons]

[He can have some if he amuses Spain enough]

I always wear such clothes. [Eyes Italy's own clothes] I don't believe I've seen clothes like the ones you wear before...

[venetianhugs]

[But Veneziano isn't an assassin~. ...Anymore.]

I haven't seen you wear those clothes since I was little, ve. Mine? Vehehe, I only wear these when I'm going out to draw. They're old things, ve.

[The clothes are old and comfortable, the sort that were perfect for sitting on wet grass and not care if they got messy. There are spots of paint on his shirt where his apron hadn't covered. Had he known he was going to be transported to some... place he would have worn much better clothes.]

[diosorogloria]

[It's always the unexpected ones]

Ah, so you're an artist? [He leans in a bit closer, interested]

[It's a casual setting, more or less. Spain doesn't mind that much, really]

[venetianhugs]

Ve, I am! There was a time when I could draw all the time and everything was beautiful. ...Ve, art has changed a lot since then, but I'm glad that there are more than a hundred ways to show how beautiful the world is!

[Spain only needed to ask~. But Veneziano sees his interest and hands over his sketchbook. It's filled mostly with things he sees everyday: cats, dogs, people buying groceries, Romano sleeping, Spain cooking in the kitchen, Germany working in his office ...and few things he sees once in a while like Prussia and his bird, Turkey by the sea, a sunset over Madrid, a great big bull...]

[diosorogloria]

[Spain opens the sketchbook and looks through the drawings]

You've got talent, Italy.

[He smiles at the things he has drawn, impressed. Especially the people. Familiar-looking people...]

[venetianhugs]

Thank you, Spain!

[There are some sketches for Renaissance-esque art as well. Veneziano smiles and points to one of the pages of the sketchbook, of Spain and Romano picking tomatoes. It's more of a sketch page, really, since there are bigger and fuller drawings of Romano. There's a secret hiding in his eyes and a bright expression on his face.]

Ve, I was planning on giving you this one, when it was finished. I know you asked that I just draw the tomatoes for you, ve, but I thought you'd want to see what I saw.

[diosorogloria]

[The smile stays in place as he listens to Italy chatter. However, the Empire's mind is very active. This "Italy", how suspicious...]

I see...

[venetianhugs]

Ve, I can't finish it without my other tools but when I do I'll give it to you~!

[Spain seems cold... he's not sure why and it's starting to worry him...]

[diosorogloria]

That's very generous of you...

[He sets the sketchbook aside and smiles at "Italy"]

What else do you do... Italy?