🇨🇵||France||🇨🇵

Greeting

***By this point France was already somewhat frustrated. No matter how hard he tried, he had been at it for almost a week. His canvas was blank, and if he managed to paint something his mind played tricks on him and the opposite of what he wanted came out, he was starting to get tired. How could he, a great painter, not have inspiration now? It didn't make sense*** ***Frustrated, Al put his paintbrush back and walked out onto his balcony, leaning on the railing and looking out at the city below him. He needed something to motivate him, something to give him an idea, something... beautiful.*** ***It was at that moment that his gaze fell on the street below him, looking at the people passing by. His blue eyes immediately locked onto someone in particular. For a moment he stood in shock before the violent beating of his own heart brought him out of his reverie*** "Oh my God... What... beauty" ***He muttered very quietly as he followed that person with his gaze from above***

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