Table challenge: Germany/Italy, Romance: #16: Soft
Title:Artistic Pursuits
Author: kira
Claim: Germany, Italy
Character(s): Germany, Italy
Table/Prompt: Romance/ Prompt #16: Soft
Word Count:1505
Rating:PG16 for gratuitous nudity and a brief adult situation
Summary:Italy shows off his artist studio and convinces Germany to pose for him while he sketches…
Author’s note: Thanks to my beta, Jen, for looking this over for me…
“Come, Germany! I want to show you my studio!” Italy said. Taking his friend by the hand, he led him to a large room on the southern side of his villa. It was surrounded on three sides by large windows and the place was flooded with the soft warm glow of the Italian sun, the early afternoon sunshine streaming in. “I like to paint in here, when I’m not out in the countryside.”
Germany nodded. Even though it was bigger than his workshop back home, the same air of creativity filled the place. He looked around the place; noting the bowl of fruit on the table, a vase of fresh flower, some empty wine bottles, seemingly casually arranged, for Italy’s drawing and painting pleasure. There was also a low platform that had several yards of fabric, hanging from the ceiling, and draped over it. Next to the platform was a chair and large column type pedestal. Germany glanced over at Italy as he approached it.
“That’s for when I’m doing life drawings,” Italy explained. “It’s important to study and practice anatomy, so I sometimes hire the locals to come pose for me. Come, I’ll show you!” Italy walked over to a large bulletin board on far wall. It was festooned with various sketches, some were of inanimate objects, like the fruit and flowers, others were scenes of the surrounding countryside, but what caught Germany’s eye were the series of nudes sprinkled in amongst the other drawings. Italy had drawn both men and women and they seemed to range in age from pretty young boys and girls in their late teens to old men and women.
“They agree to this?”
Italy nodded. He pointed to a sketch of a young woman. She was soft and round, he breasts full and heavy, and her stomach large form her pregnancy. “Her husband thought she looked beautiful like that and he commissioned me to do a nude of her. I remember I spent a week sketching her, before I put paint to canvas. She was a great grandmother; I had to sketch her after seeing some of Rodin’s work! That was the gardener; I wound up sketching him because a sudden rainstorm made it impossible for him to work… Oh look!” Italy laughed. “There’s Romano!” He pulled a sketch down of his brother, proudly showing it off. “I like drawing my brother. He’s not a bad artist himself, you know? He just needs to practice more than he does.” Italy smiled. “Anyway, he makes a great model, since he knows what I need from him without telling him.”
“He doesn’t mind being naked in front of you?”
“No, not at all! The human body is a beautiful thing, Germany.” His eyes twinkling with mischief he added, “But I do understand why the ladies might be a bit embarrassed by it” His smile broadened. “I know! You must pose for me, Germany! You have beautiful musculature and I’ve been dying to draw you!”
Germany felt his cheeks heating up. “I don’t know…”
“Please! It’s not like you’ve got something I’ve never seen before.”
“But…” Germany took one look at Italy and he knew he would soon be stripping down and posing. There was no way he could resist those big soft pleading eyes of his. Sighing, Germany nodded. “Okay, what do I have to do?”
“Thank you!” Italy hugged him. Stepping back he said, “Come, you can change in there,” he chatted away as he led him to a small bathroom just inside the main area of the villa. “There’s a robe in there and when you’re ready, just come out and I’ll show you what to do.”
Germany nodded. He entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Taking a deep breath, Germany pushed his misgivings to the back of his mind. His little buddy had a point; he really did have nothing he had not seen before, plus he had actually seen it on several occasions through the years, the most recent being a trip to a bathhouse with Japan. And if Italy was comfortable in his skin, then Germany would try to be too, especially since he was helping his friend out.
He unbuttoned his shirt, and pulling the shirttails free of his pants, he took it off, draping it neatly on the bench next to where a robe hung on a hook. Kicking off his shoes, Germany unbuckled his belt next. Unbuttoning the waistband, he pulled down the zipper. He briefly paused, before pushing his pants down off his hips and thighs. Sitting on the bench, he removed them the rest of the way and took off his socks. Standing there in his boxers, he neatly folded his pants and placed his socks on the bench next to them. Taking a deep breath, he removed his boxers, folding them neatly and placing them on the bench. Reaching for the robe, he shrugged into it, tying it closed, before exciting the bathroom.
“I guess I’m ready,” he said softly as he padded over to Italy.
“Good! Now I need you to step up here like this,” Italy said as he got up onto the platform, “and just stand there. I’m just interested in seeing how long you can hold a simple pose, before you actually do something. Okay?” He jumped down.
Germany nodded and stood up on the platform. “Like this?”
“Yeah, but I need you to give me the robe.”
“Okay…” Germany’s cheeks heated up as he took it off, but Italy’s air of professionalism as he took it and set up his easel, soon had him at ease. He even found he could carry on a conversation and as long as he did not move too much, Italy seemed happy with him as the afternoon wore on. He had a brief moment of embarrassment when Italy walked over to him and put his hands on his hips as he moved him to better catch the light, and a certain apart of his anatomy rose to the occasion.
“Ve… it happens to everyone, including Romano when I moved him like that, so don’t feel bad,” Italy said with a smile. “At least you didn’t call me a sick artist-bastard.” He laughed. “Remind me to show you the sketches I did of him and Spain when you’re tired of posing.”
Germany nodded.
“And don’t forget to tell me when you’re tired. We’ve been at this all afternoon, so I’ve had plenty of practice. Eventually the light’s going to fade, and if you want, we can continue tomorrow.”
“Okay… maybe we can call it quits after this?” Germany asked. He was lounging against the pedestal, with his arm resting on top, in what his little buddy called a classical pose. The soft, diffused light from the windows, cast a warm glow on skin, which according to Italy made him appear positively heroic.
“Okay,” Italy said as he put the finishing touches on his sketch. Wiping the charcoal dust from his hands with a damp rag, Italy walked over to his friend. Germany had stepped away from the pedestal and stretched his arms over his head, to work out the kinks in his tired muscles. Italy’s eyes widened as he watched him. He thought Germany looked beautiful the way his muscles rippled beneath his skin while he stretched as he hesitantly reached for the robe, unwilling to see his friend cover up. Both of them blushed when Germany realized he had caught his friend staring.
“My beautiful Adonis...” Italy said softly in Italian when he handed his friend the robe.
Germany’s blush deepened as he shrugged into it, tying it closed. “Can I see the sketches?”
“Sure!” Italy said as they walked over to the easel where his sketchbook was. Taking it, Italy flipped back several pages to the beginning before handing it to him.
Germany spent several minutes on each sketch, marveling at how well his little buddy captured the moment. He smiled embarrassedly, his cheeks heating up again, when he noticed Italy had drawn him fully erect after he had become aroused when Italy had touched him. “W-why?”
“Because you looked so strong like that.” Italy smiled. It was no big deal to him; Ancient Rome had its share of beautiful mosaics depicting pretty boys and satyrs like that as well as downright pornographic images. In fact, his Nonno Roma had a set of wind chimes depicting fully erect phalluses with little wings in various sizes.
“Oh…” Germany handed the sketchbook back. “I’d better go get dressed.”
“Okay. I’ll be in the kitchen starting dinner.”
Germany nodded and went into the little bathroom to get dressed. Despite his embarrassment and the difficulty in holding a pose for a long time, he did enjoy himself and was pleased he could help out his friend. Taking the robe off, he hung it back up and reached for his boxers. It was not long before he was dressed and on his way to the kitchen to help with making dinner.
Author: kira
Claim: Germany, Italy
Character(s): Germany, Italy
Table/Prompt: Romance/ Prompt #16: Soft
Word Count:1505
Rating:PG16 for gratuitous nudity and a brief adult situation
Summary:Italy shows off his artist studio and convinces Germany to pose for him while he sketches…
Author’s note: Thanks to my beta, Jen, for looking this over for me…
“Come, Germany! I want to show you my studio!” Italy said. Taking his friend by the hand, he led him to a large room on the southern side of his villa. It was surrounded on three sides by large windows and the place was flooded with the soft warm glow of the Italian sun, the early afternoon sunshine streaming in. “I like to paint in here, when I’m not out in the countryside.”
Germany nodded. Even though it was bigger than his workshop back home, the same air of creativity filled the place. He looked around the place; noting the bowl of fruit on the table, a vase of fresh flower, some empty wine bottles, seemingly casually arranged, for Italy’s drawing and painting pleasure. There was also a low platform that had several yards of fabric, hanging from the ceiling, and draped over it. Next to the platform was a chair and large column type pedestal. Germany glanced over at Italy as he approached it.
“That’s for when I’m doing life drawings,” Italy explained. “It’s important to study and practice anatomy, so I sometimes hire the locals to come pose for me. Come, I’ll show you!” Italy walked over to a large bulletin board on far wall. It was festooned with various sketches, some were of inanimate objects, like the fruit and flowers, others were scenes of the surrounding countryside, but what caught Germany’s eye were the series of nudes sprinkled in amongst the other drawings. Italy had drawn both men and women and they seemed to range in age from pretty young boys and girls in their late teens to old men and women.
“They agree to this?”
Italy nodded. He pointed to a sketch of a young woman. She was soft and round, he breasts full and heavy, and her stomach large form her pregnancy. “Her husband thought she looked beautiful like that and he commissioned me to do a nude of her. I remember I spent a week sketching her, before I put paint to canvas. She was a great grandmother; I had to sketch her after seeing some of Rodin’s work! That was the gardener; I wound up sketching him because a sudden rainstorm made it impossible for him to work… Oh look!” Italy laughed. “There’s Romano!” He pulled a sketch down of his brother, proudly showing it off. “I like drawing my brother. He’s not a bad artist himself, you know? He just needs to practice more than he does.” Italy smiled. “Anyway, he makes a great model, since he knows what I need from him without telling him.”
“He doesn’t mind being naked in front of you?”
“No, not at all! The human body is a beautiful thing, Germany.” His eyes twinkling with mischief he added, “But I do understand why the ladies might be a bit embarrassed by it” His smile broadened. “I know! You must pose for me, Germany! You have beautiful musculature and I’ve been dying to draw you!”
Germany felt his cheeks heating up. “I don’t know…”
“Please! It’s not like you’ve got something I’ve never seen before.”
“But…” Germany took one look at Italy and he knew he would soon be stripping down and posing. There was no way he could resist those big soft pleading eyes of his. Sighing, Germany nodded. “Okay, what do I have to do?”
“Thank you!” Italy hugged him. Stepping back he said, “Come, you can change in there,” he chatted away as he led him to a small bathroom just inside the main area of the villa. “There’s a robe in there and when you’re ready, just come out and I’ll show you what to do.”
Germany nodded. He entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Taking a deep breath, Germany pushed his misgivings to the back of his mind. His little buddy had a point; he really did have nothing he had not seen before, plus he had actually seen it on several occasions through the years, the most recent being a trip to a bathhouse with Japan. And if Italy was comfortable in his skin, then Germany would try to be too, especially since he was helping his friend out.
He unbuttoned his shirt, and pulling the shirttails free of his pants, he took it off, draping it neatly on the bench next to where a robe hung on a hook. Kicking off his shoes, Germany unbuckled his belt next. Unbuttoning the waistband, he pulled down the zipper. He briefly paused, before pushing his pants down off his hips and thighs. Sitting on the bench, he removed them the rest of the way and took off his socks. Standing there in his boxers, he neatly folded his pants and placed his socks on the bench next to them. Taking a deep breath, he removed his boxers, folding them neatly and placing them on the bench. Reaching for the robe, he shrugged into it, tying it closed, before exciting the bathroom.
“I guess I’m ready,” he said softly as he padded over to Italy.
“Good! Now I need you to step up here like this,” Italy said as he got up onto the platform, “and just stand there. I’m just interested in seeing how long you can hold a simple pose, before you actually do something. Okay?” He jumped down.
Germany nodded and stood up on the platform. “Like this?”
“Yeah, but I need you to give me the robe.”
“Okay…” Germany’s cheeks heated up as he took it off, but Italy’s air of professionalism as he took it and set up his easel, soon had him at ease. He even found he could carry on a conversation and as long as he did not move too much, Italy seemed happy with him as the afternoon wore on. He had a brief moment of embarrassment when Italy walked over to him and put his hands on his hips as he moved him to better catch the light, and a certain apart of his anatomy rose to the occasion.
“Ve… it happens to everyone, including Romano when I moved him like that, so don’t feel bad,” Italy said with a smile. “At least you didn’t call me a sick artist-bastard.” He laughed. “Remind me to show you the sketches I did of him and Spain when you’re tired of posing.”
Germany nodded.
“And don’t forget to tell me when you’re tired. We’ve been at this all afternoon, so I’ve had plenty of practice. Eventually the light’s going to fade, and if you want, we can continue tomorrow.”
“Okay… maybe we can call it quits after this?” Germany asked. He was lounging against the pedestal, with his arm resting on top, in what his little buddy called a classical pose. The soft, diffused light from the windows, cast a warm glow on skin, which according to Italy made him appear positively heroic.
“Okay,” Italy said as he put the finishing touches on his sketch. Wiping the charcoal dust from his hands with a damp rag, Italy walked over to his friend. Germany had stepped away from the pedestal and stretched his arms over his head, to work out the kinks in his tired muscles. Italy’s eyes widened as he watched him. He thought Germany looked beautiful the way his muscles rippled beneath his skin while he stretched as he hesitantly reached for the robe, unwilling to see his friend cover up. Both of them blushed when Germany realized he had caught his friend staring.
“My beautiful Adonis...” Italy said softly in Italian when he handed his friend the robe.
Germany’s blush deepened as he shrugged into it, tying it closed. “Can I see the sketches?”
“Sure!” Italy said as they walked over to the easel where his sketchbook was. Taking it, Italy flipped back several pages to the beginning before handing it to him.
Germany spent several minutes on each sketch, marveling at how well his little buddy captured the moment. He smiled embarrassedly, his cheeks heating up again, when he noticed Italy had drawn him fully erect after he had become aroused when Italy had touched him. “W-why?”
“Because you looked so strong like that.” Italy smiled. It was no big deal to him; Ancient Rome had its share of beautiful mosaics depicting pretty boys and satyrs like that as well as downright pornographic images. In fact, his Nonno Roma had a set of wind chimes depicting fully erect phalluses with little wings in various sizes.
“Oh…” Germany handed the sketchbook back. “I’d better go get dressed.”
“Okay. I’ll be in the kitchen starting dinner.”
Germany nodded and went into the little bathroom to get dressed. Despite his embarrassment and the difficulty in holding a pose for a long time, he did enjoy himself and was pleased he could help out his friend. Taking the robe off, he hung it back up and reached for his boxers. It was not long before he was dressed and on his way to the kitchen to help with making dinner.