You sat in your room, completely concentrated. You zoned out as you stared at the screen, your hand whizzing across the drawing tablet like no one's business.

You were drawing as usual; staying up every night, sometimes all night to draw had become part of your daily schedule ever since you had gotten your drawing tablet in the mail.
Dark bags lied under your (e/c) eyes, finding it hard to stay awake. An ear, an eye, a face, a nose, a mouth. Guide lines, guide lines, guide lines. It was all starting to get to that head of yours.

Why do the eyes have to be one eye apart???!! That doesn't make sense!!!! You thought angrily, your vision blurring softly, as you tried to make sense of the finishing guidelines of your drawing on the first layer.

"No! Stay awake!" You told yourself, taking a sip of your coffee. Your life source at the moment. You hadn't eaten in a week, your stomach growling loudly.
It'll be all worth it... This is going to be the BEST GIFT EVER! ANYONE WHO SAYS OTHERWISE CAN GO JUMP OFF A BRIDGE!!! You thought, determination running through you. Who knows, you probably wouldn't remember half of this work after you get some sleep finally...

The reason it was taking you so long to make this gift was... Well, you spent all your time trying to pick out a color palette, re-researching anatomy and poses, figuring out character designs, and trying to find something that'd work...
It was three days until Isabel's birthday, not only that, but it was also the day your governments signed a pact between the two of your countries. A friendship pact that is.

So, you, over estimating your abilities to do your atriestry, decided that you would make her the best poster ever.
A giant, 8x4 ft. poster. After three days of brainstorming and planning, you had come up with the idea to base it off Spain's history. Which you of corse had to do even more research for...
It was sort of a timeline, a transformation piece if you will.

The most important times in Spanish history, from when Roma was little, to fighting Netherlands.
You were exhausted.
Fucking exhausted.

You had just finished the black line art, letting out a sigh of relief as you made the first layer invisible, so you just saw the line art.
((We are using very technical art terms here people.))
"Finally... Now I can get a little shut eye..." You mumbled, closing your eyes.

You awoke groaning at the sound of your alarm. "I'd better get back to work..." You mumbled, sliding your laptop and drawing pad tiredly over to you. You opened it up and put in your passcode, only to be greeted by the message of death.

"Photoshop has stopped responding, please turn off or reload the program and try again."
"NOOOOOOO!!!!"

((Always save your art people... ;-;))