War painted Memories [Open]

He smiled, clapping a bit "Correct she is. Might I ask Ayaka, but would you be my classroom assistant?"

he listened sielntly as he took a pencil in his hand, instantly anger flushed threw him and he began to draw the outline of a man's face, each hair spiked slightly on teh sides, "hmm.." he muttered under his breath. Trying to take notice in what he could do to make the face.

He looked at teh teacher's face, close enough... i wonder if it's wrong to use a guy's face for refence to draw someone.. whatever..

From the way that Sweden was looking and drawing, she smiled as she saw him trying as best as he could. She then looked at the Russian teacher as he asked her to be his assistant. Her expression was a bit shocked at first but then happy as she then nodded with joy.

"Ae! I would love to be your assistant sir." She smiled brightly as she accepted the job.

He smiled, being silent, his eye was closed as if he was modeling for the image unintentionally.

Sweden couldn't help but grin as he instantly changed teh way he was drawing teh person, making sure the face looked somewhat similar to the man with his eyes closed, "på.."he said quitely, trying to get the man's attention. attention with the swedish word for 'yo'.
The picture was okayly done, the hair dead on life-like level, but the face.. it was okay until you saw the nose. It was of like a clowns and was roughly sketched with a french man's beard undernether, "Look's like you.. somewhat.. eh?"

He opened his eyes, nodding slightly. "Quite."

The young girl looked over and smiled. She then looked back at the Russian teacher and chuckled a bit as she then looked back at the Swedish student.

"It looks really good." Smiling as she saw how it looked really good and just needed practice on some areas.

He nodded silently, his eye closed again.

She smiled at the Swedish student and then looked at the teacher. She then chuckled a bit.

"Are you alright Sensei?"

"Da, just glad to see that everyone is working together." He was actually daydreaming of his past before the violent rivalry between him and some siblings.

"Ah I see."

She felt a bit uneasy from his answer but let it slide.

He smiled a bit before 'waking up', he laughed slightly "Sorry, I was daydreaming."

She smiled and chuckled.

"hehe don't worry just make sure the principal doesn't come in seeing you doing it." she smiled as she continued to paint.

"Heh...Funny thing...The Principal happens to be my Father." He scratched the back of his head lightly.

"eh?!"

She looked at her teacher shocked a bit by the news.

"Yep, I'm the son of the great principal Russia." He sighed a bit, knowing that his family usually strikes fear in anyone.

She looked at her teacher with a sad expression. For she was Hawaii, one of America's states. She then looked down as she pondered on if she should tell him or not.

[I'm role-playing teen!Russia for the classes as planned. This might be a bit confusing at first, but just pretend teen!Russia is not the same person as the adult principle. Vladimir.. teen!Ivan will be very confused and a bit freaked out of you call him your father x3 Also, I think this was around the time where Russia was starting to rebel against Mongolia and his Tartar yolk.]

The door of the art class creaked open as a boy seemingly in his early / mid teens silently slunk in. However, at the doorway, he froze suddenly upon seeing the people already occupying the room..

The boy was quite tall for his age; his face was pale, save for a light bruise on the side of his head that appeared to already be fading. A brown fur cap rested lightly over a head of dark grey locks. His hair was mediun length, and his choppy-cut bangs fell part way over striking amethyst eyes. He was quite scrawny, but no one would have guessed with that heavy coat that was too large on him. His coat was torn around some parts, and stained around the hems. But the most eye-catching peice of clothing be wore was a long, light-colored scarf that was draped around his neck. The scarf was also torn around the ends, and stained in verious areas with both dirt and something with a dark red tint... the reddish stain grew more apparent around the front of the boy's neck, and now open closer inspection, the same red stain splattered over his sleeves.

"U--uhm..." He studdered a bit quietly. To the boy's dismay, no words could be formed. He seemed somewhat timid, and in all honesty, the only thing he wanted to do at the moment was just run; To get out of this God-damned place Mongolia dumped him off in. But the nervous expression suddenly faded as a smile was forced to appear. Smiling always makes people think everything's alright... He had always thought to himself in a situation like this. He just stood there rather awkwardly, smiling blankly at the others.

I just ended up having the strange idea of yelling "IVAN I AM YOUR FATHER!!!" as soon as you said that you were going to be teen!Russia. The Russia for Adult!Stalingrad is now an old, nice, grouchy, man.

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He looked at her, wondering what was bothering her. "Is there something wrong?" He asked.

He looked over at the one who just walked in, tilting his head a bit "Hm...Privet." He smiled a bit.

The girl was about to reply to the teacher but soon looked toward the door and saw the young Russian teen. She smiled softly and gave a little wave.

"Aloha"

[Hah... that would be amusing.]

The boy's smile twitched and faltered as the female greeted him. He didn't really expect to be regarded... now what? He swallowed a bit as his pale features flushed a bit. That just showed how little the socially-awkward teen got out. He struggled to remember how people greeted one another around these parts. Should he just respond with the same greeting she gave him...?

He gave a sharp inhail as that familiar greeting from the teacher reached his ears. Amethyst eyes blinked in an almost stunned manner, but a bright, childish smile crossed his face.

"Privet.." He greeted to the teacher in reply, relieved that someone knew his native language. The accent was perfect, destroying any doubts; this boy was indeed Russian.

Quite...

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"Ah...You are of Russian born, da?" He smiled slightly, his red eye focused on the teen, a small smile on his face.

"Da!" The boy's eyes glistened with child-like exitement. He took a step further into the room and stuffed his hands on the pockets of his shabby coat.

"My name is Ivan...Are you a teacher...?"

"Da, I am the art teacher as you can see." He smiled a bit getting up from his seat to pull another seat near his desk. "Here take a seat comrade."

Mexico had been watching everyone come in. He didn't get a chance to respond, they all seemed busy. He had seen the beautiful paintings, and he was excited to start as well. But this was the first time he had ever been in an art class, he wasn't sure what to say.
He turned when the Russian nation had entered. "Hola, Rusia." He gave a small smile and leaned against the desk. Maybe he should wait until other students got here? He didn't have a clue.