War painted Memories [Open]

Mexico noticed that the students were getting up. He thought he might as well see what they were so interested in. He turned and saw an Italian man, with other students surrounding him. He set the book down and stood up from the desk, how could he not have noticed the Italian when he entered?

He nudged himself between the Hawaiian and the Russian, smiling to the Italian. He didn't think either of them would mind, he wasn't harming them anyways. With the other two standing besides either side of him, Mexico stretched out his hand to the man. He had no idea who he was, but he didn't hesitate to make him feel welcomed.

"Buenos días señor. Welcome to art class."

Seeing as Mexico welcomed him she smiled and gave a nod in agreeing in what he had said.

"Ae, E komo mai."

A young boy timidly knocked once on the door to the classroom, quietly glancing in once he entered; a new student. Francis was quite sure this was his next class, and after a quick glance at his schedule, he knew he was right. He glanced around, glancing at the others with faint curiosity, then glancing toward the teacher. "Bonjour, sir." He piped up, brushing a stray lock of blonde hair out of his eyes before going over and sitting at one of the avaliable seats.

The young state saw the French student enter and smiled. He seemed pretty nice she thought to herself as he walked to one of the available seats. She then placed her paint brush down onto the eisel stand and made her way to the French student. Giving him a warm smile, she looked at him and gave him a greeting.

"Aloha~"

Francis glanced up in faint surprise, but smiled warmly at the other state. "Bonjour." He replied, a bit shyly.

She smiled and then gave a little wave.

"Hehe Do you have Art as well?"
She asked with her bright warm smile still facing toward him.