A Picture's Worth A Thousand Words [1/1]
anonymous
March 22 2009, 23:11:31 UTC
Anon likes friendship, so will give it a try. ---
Yao tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for his model to arrive. He'd sent his younger Kiku to find him a good model for his latest paining, and had come back successful, saying that he'd be here tomorrow at one. Well it was tomorrow and he hadn't shown up yet.
"He better get here soon, aru!" Yao huffed.
Then as luck would have it, he heard a knock on the door. Yao stomped over to the door to answer it, ready to yell at the person for arriving two hours later than they were supposed to. His words died out though as soon as he opened the door, and saw who was there.
"Excuse moi? I'm here for le painting," Francis said.
Yao shook his head, and opened the door all the way so he could enter. He should've known that Francis would agree to do this. He knew he should've asked Kiku who he got, but was too excited about the painting to think about that.
"Well you're late, aru. Just strip already so I can get started. I don't want to waste time, aru," Yao ordered.
Francis did just that, and Yao turned around so he have some privacy. When he didn't hear the noise of clothing being removed anymore, he turned back around and went over to his canvas.
"So I just lay down on this couch?" Francis asked.
"Yes. Just lay on your stomach, and face me, aru," Yao replied.
Francis nodded, and did as he was told. Yao was thankful that he already had a lover, or Francis would've seemed attractive staring at him like that, and that wouldn't help his consentration at all. He picked up his brush, and started to paint, making sure to grasp ever detail of the French man from the curve of his body to the stumble on his chin.
"I'm glad I'm doing art for you. I would hate to do England's," Francis said.
"I would hate that too. British art isn't what it used to be, aru," Yao replied.
It wasn't until the sun had long set that Yao put down his brush. He'd already gotten a good outline of his model, but he'd have to work on it more tomorrow.
"We're done for now, aru. Come back tomorrow."
Francis sat up, and put his clothes back on. Once he was finished, he made his way to the door.
"Tell Russia I said bonjour," Francis said then left.
Yao sighed, and laid down on the couch that Francis was on not too long ago.
Maybe Francis wasn't that bad after all. --- Hope Anon likes. :3
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Yao tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for his model to arrive. He'd sent his younger Kiku to find him a good model for his latest paining, and had come back successful, saying that he'd be here tomorrow at one. Well it was tomorrow and he hadn't shown up yet.
"He better get here soon, aru!" Yao huffed.
Then as luck would have it, he heard a knock on the door. Yao stomped over to the door to answer it, ready to yell at the person for arriving two hours later than they were supposed to. His words died out though as soon as he opened the door, and saw who was there.
"Excuse moi? I'm here for le painting," Francis said.
Yao shook his head, and opened the door all the way so he could enter. He should've known that Francis would agree to do this. He knew he should've asked Kiku who he got, but was too excited about the painting to think about that.
"Well you're late, aru. Just strip already so I can get started. I don't want to waste time, aru," Yao ordered.
Francis did just that, and Yao turned around so he have some privacy. When he didn't hear the noise of clothing being removed anymore, he turned back around and went over to his canvas.
"So I just lay down on this couch?" Francis asked.
"Yes. Just lay on your stomach, and face me, aru," Yao replied.
Francis nodded, and did as he was told. Yao was thankful that he already had a lover, or Francis would've seemed attractive staring at him like that, and that wouldn't help his consentration at all. He picked up his brush, and started to paint, making sure to grasp ever detail of the French man from the curve of his body to the stumble on his chin.
"I'm glad I'm doing art for you. I would hate to do England's," Francis said.
"I would hate that too. British art isn't what it used to be, aru," Yao replied.
It wasn't until the sun had long set that Yao put down his brush. He'd already gotten a good outline of his model, but he'd have to work on it more tomorrow.
"We're done for now, aru. Come back tomorrow."
Francis sat up, and put his clothes back on. Once he was finished, he made his way to the door.
"Tell Russia I said bonjour," Francis said then left.
Yao sighed, and laid down on the couch that Francis was on not too long ago.
Maybe Francis wasn't that bad after all.
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Hope Anon likes. :3
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Big thumbs up for the hints of Russia/China too~
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