The soft sound of bird song filled Mrs. Austria's garden. The flowers seemed to glow with beauty as the sun hit them, the water from the fountain shimmering like the night sky. You smiled softly, your short (H/c) hair fluttered softly from the soft breeze that blew over the garden.

Your red eyes scanned over the area as you walked around, the sounds of your big sister and Mrs. Austria in the background still audible from where you stood.
"You're a prissy ass bitch!"
"At least I dress up my children like the proper gender, you uncultured albino!"
"At least I allow my siblings to choose what gender they actually want to be instead of forcing them into dresses!!!" You had no idea who was talking, or what any of that meant, but you never really cared anyway.

A soft humming emitted from your throat as you walked, a familiar tune filling your throat as you did.
Your trousers were just a little bit to big for you, tucked into your black boots. Your hair was short like a boy, with bangs that hung in your face. Your white shirt was accompanied with a black vest, and your eyes were red. Just like your sisters.

-Krugelmugel's pov.-

I frowned, staring at my art canvas. Several life like flowers adorned the white space, their beauty shining through my work of art.
But was it really art? What even is art?! I wondered, feeling myself become more concentrated.
How can this even be considered art when millions of other artists have painted the same thing?!! If this isn't art then what is it?! Can flowers even be considered art?! I felt my breathing quicken, and my heart starting to pound.

What is this?!! Is this art?! What is art, if I added something else would it then be considered art?! Would I be worthy of these paint brushes that I hold?!! I gulped, my hand quavering softly from nerves.

My thinking was thankfully, but regretfully interrupted by the sound of feet coming down the pathway. I lifted my head, to see a little boy about my age walking down the bath, humming a tune that I had heard Mrs. Austria play on the piano. A peaceful melody that made me wonder. Is it possible to paint music? Would that be considered art? Could this be considered art??!
Without even thinking, my brush started moving, stoke after stroke on the painting. First a body, then a head, then the luscious and soft (H/c) hair...
Without even thinking, I had added him to the painting, walking down the garden pathway. Happy and relaxed as could be.

I blushed softly as I looked at my painting. Why did I paint this boy that I don't even know? I wondered, swallowing the lump that had formed in my throat.
He just looked so.. Peaceful, I felt the heat rise to my cheeks. Every time I looked at him... It felt as if my heart could flutter away into the sky.
Why do I feel this way?... I wondered, placing a hand over my paint covered apron, feeling my racing heart. He's... A work of art... I thought, looking up at the boy, he was gone...

I let out a small sigh of relief, he was gone...
"Whstcha paintin'?" I nearly leaped out of my boots, letting out a cry of surprise, almost knocking over my easel as he stood behind me.

I turned with a blush on my face, he was even more attractive up close... There was something feminine about him however.
"Oh sorry..." He laughed, that voice... It was high and friendly. Not like a normal boy...
"I didn't mean to scare you." He said, I gulped, not being able to figure out what to say...
How do Words say? I thought.

"What are you painting?" He asked, "may I see?" His voice was excited, yet gentle.
This definitely wasn't a normal boy... He had a weird body structure, too curvy for a boy, other then his chest, which was flat as a brick. His smile was too feminine as well... I've studied anatomy or a long time, and I knew that there was something off about him... He wasn't like a normal boy, was he? He looked very similar to that girl he came with. It was pretty obvious that Ms. Prussia was a girl, there was only one male and one female version of each country...
I was overthinking this...

"What art you painting?" He repeated, that beautiful smile still plastered on his face.
"N-nothing..." I answered, hiding my painting the best I could.
"Awe, common! I wanna see!" He pouted.
"N-nope!" Why do I keep stuttering? I wondered, my cheeks red as cherries. Like the ones I had in my pie yesterday.

He frowned, those red eyes of his... My god, they were enticingly gorgeous. No, no no! I can't think like this!!! Why do I think like this?! I wondered, my blush only growing.

"Hey, you ok? Your face is red?" He asked, poking my reddening cheek. "I-I'm fine..." I responded, grabbing my painting off the easel, and hiding it behind my back.

"What's your name?" He asked, that smile coming on once again...
"Krugelmugel..." I answered quietly. He really is a work of art... I thought.
"Awesome! The name is (C/n) I'm going to be the greatest country of all time!!!"he declared, striking a pose.

He really is like Ms. Prussia... I thought, gulping softly. He was about to say something else, when Prussia called for him. "(C/n) we're leaving!" She said, I let out a sigh of relief as he ran off.

"Ok sister!" He responded, before running off.
"Good bye Krugelmugel!!!" He called to me in German before he left.
I took a deep breath, my heart still racing, I placed a hand over my heart. Why does he make me feel this way?... I wondered.
"Goodbye my beautiful painting." I responded softly, watching as he ran off to his sister.

--

Mrs. Austria snapped her fingers in front of my face as I zoned out for the 4th time today.
"You need to pay attention to your lessons. Honestly, I don't know what's gotten into you the past couple days..." She sighed as I sat in the library, listening to her lecture about proper posture.
((Which artists like me sadly don't have...)) "Ever since Jules came over a couple days ago you've been drifting off into space. Is everything alright?" She asked, staring at me with genuine concern in her eyes, along with frustration at my actions.

I swallowed hard, staring at the ground, my eyes fixed on a beetle, who was crawling around the oak floor. "I... Don't know." I answered truthfully, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks again, his image popping up into my head once again.

Mrs. Austria sighed, taking a seat directly across from me. "Would you like to talk about it?" She asked, her eyes resting on me.
I shook my head, "n-no Mrs. Austria... But I do have one question." I pleaded, looking up at her.

"Oh, and what is that?" She asked.
"That boy... That Prussia brought over last week, who was he?" Mrs. Austria looked at me confused.
"What boy?"
"The boy with the red eyes."
"Oh. That's Prussia's little sister, she's not a boy." Mrs. Austria answered, looking at me confusedly.

"Oh. Sorry for asking." I apologized, looking back down at the beetle, who had disappeared into one of the cracks of the wood.
"Good. We'll begin from where we were before then." She announced, standing up and pushing in her chair.
Great... I thought. The way I feel... This is art as well... Right? A mass mix of emotions bubbling up inside me like butterflies... But no, I can't feel this way about her... It's weird! I declared.
"Keep your posture strait!" Mrs. Austria scolded, hitting me softly in the head with a ruler.
"Y-yes ma'am."

--

"Kesese~ I'm back! And I brought my awesome little sister with me!" Julchen declared from the front hallway.
"You don't have to shout you idiot!" Mrs. Austria spat.

I sat in my room, the walls painted a deep purple, paints lined carefully up near my easel, the floor made of pine.
I heard it all from downstairs. My heart fluttered for a second. Could if be her again? I wondered, walking downstairs slowly.
"I brought (C/n) over so she can have a play date with Kugelmugel if that's alright." Prussia said with a smirk.

Mr. Hungary walked over to the stairs. "Kugelmugel, come down!" I walked over to him, nodding to Mr. Hungary. I let my gaze fall on the ground, my heart beating quick as a hare. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach again...

"Hey! It's you!" (C/n) greeted, running over to me to give me a happy hug. I flinched, feeling my senses overload. My head felt light, my face red.
Why does this feel so... Right? I wondered, hesitantly hugging back.

Her scent... It smelled of beer and wurst especially. It had sort of a soothing property to it however. It fit the girl.
Mr. Hungary sighed as Mrs. Austria was in a heated argument with Prussia, who was laughing her butt off.

"Go ahead and play girls... I'll try and brake them up." He said, a frying pan in his hand.

I felt my breath hitch. "So, where do you wanna go?" (C/n) asked me, smiling brightly.
"U-um... T-to the garden..." I thought, wanting to get some privacy with her.
She smiled brightly, "awesome! Let's go!" She declared, grabbing my hand and leading me out to the garden. I felt myself blush deeply, heart racing.

--

We walked around the garden, chatting and talking.
"So... Mr. prussia... He's your brother right?" I said, she smiled. "Yeah, he is. They're pretty cool." She answered, her hands in her pockets.
"They?" I wondered aloud, slightly confused.

"Oh, my sister is gender fluid, they typically use They/them or he/she pronouns. Even though he's biologically a female." She explained, "oh..." I answered, watching as she balanced on the wall that separated the flowerbed from the path, holding out her arms like an airplane.

I could see myself painting her again, her very position. I blushed softly. I'm starting to get a little over my head... I thought.
I can't have feelings like this towards her, that's wrong right? I thought, my heart fluttering.
"Do you have any other family?" I asked. She nodded "yeah. I have a couple big sisters, but I don't know their names since Prussia never lets me see them... I have a grandma too. Germania. I also have a little baby sister, Germany. She's only a toddler though." She explained, I couldn't help but smile softly.

"What about you?" She asked, "huh?" I was snapped out of my thoughts, "what's your family like?"

I looked at the ground. "Well... I have Mrs. Austria, and Mr. Hungary. I used to have two friends who lived here, Holy rome and Italy. But Italy became independent and Holy Rome... She disappeared a long time ago." I answered. (C/n) nodded. "Sorry to hear about that." She said, jumping down from the ledge, her boots making a soft "clank" as she hit the ground.

It was starting to get sort of dark out. I took a deep breath to be honest, I didn't want this day to end. We walked down the path, the breeze making my skirt flutter softly.
"Hey. I know a cool place, I founc it earlier. Wanna see?" (C/n) asked, I blushed softly. Not sure if I wanted to go. The faint sound of crickets could now be heard, the sky turning a soft orange color.

I'm not aloud to feel this way about her... But some how, it feels so right?... Should I trust her? I wondered, shaking my head I gulped
"S-sure." I agreed. She grinned, leading me up the path.
"This way!" She called, I nodded and followed obediently.

After about thirty minutes you had arrived at a beautiful sight.
The mountains soared in the distance, a soft breeze blowing over the trees. A small town directly below us.

"W-wow, (C/n)... It's beautiful. It's art!" I said happily, smiling. (C/n) smiled, and sat down, leaning against a large spruce tree. She patted the spot next to her, gesturing for me to sit.

I gulped softly, sitting down next to her, flattening out my skirt.
"You know..." She began.
"Those people in that town over there, they must be the happiest people on the planet..." She said randomly.
I looked down at the town, it was a very poor town, homes were made out of whatever they could find, and last time she went down there, it had been riddled with problems.

I looked at her, confused. Is she crazy? I thought. But my curiosity intreated me, so I questioned further. "What do you mean?" I asked.

"It doesn't look like much... But the people in the town sure know how to live. They take care of their friends and family... They love and appreciate each other. No wars, no conflicts. I'm jealous of that..." She said, her (h/c) hair blowing in the breeze.

"They have each other... They probably don't care about sexuality, or gender. All that matters to them is taking care of each other, and their town." I looked at her, her cheeks slightly flushed from the cold, a soft smile on her face.
I nodded, looking down.
"You gotta make the most of every day before life slips away from you..." She said, her gaze falling on me now.

She moved her hand up, brushing a few stray white locks of hair from my eyes. I felt my cheeks reddening, my heart skipping a beat.

"You're really pretty..." She said softly, smiling. I gulped at her comment.
My heart became light, and I felt slightly dizzy.
"T-thanks... Y-you are too." I said without thinking. Feeling her move closer to me, my breath hitched, my knees pulled up to my chest.
"You're cute when you're shy. I like that..." She said, I felt her intertwine her fingers with mine.
It felt... Nice. Right.

Her hand and mind felt like two puzzle pieces fit together.
She was getting so close to me now, her face almost inches away from mine.

"C-an I kiss you?" She asked, I felt myself smile, all worry slowly fading away.
"I don't know..." I began, I saw a flash of worry in her eyes.
"Can you?" I corrected, she chuckled loudly.
Gently grabbing my chin she lifted my head up, pressing her lips against mine gently.

It felt so right... Everything... She was just so, perfect. How could this be wrong if it feels so right? I figured, kissing back. We moved our lips in sync, feeling a little bit of heat in between my legs.

After a nice long kiss, we finally parted.
"(Name) (L/n)" she said.
"What?"
"That's my name... (Name). My real name."

I smiled, blushing softly. A country only shared their human name with someone they truly cared about. "Julia..." I responded, she smiled.
"I like that name..." She said, pulling me in for another kiss.

--Meanwhile...--

"You owe me 4 pints." Prussia whispered from the bushes.
"Go fuck yourself." Spain muttered, lifting up her eyepatch to see more clearly.
"Already done~" She responded, Spain cringed.

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