France stood before the Eiffel Tower, which he was painting. He was very focused on this project; the swipe of his brush on the canvas brought it to life. His tongue stuck out to the side while he worked. A smudge of gold paint had gotten on his cheek. He raised his hand to wipe it away, which smeared it more. Abruptly after that, he felt someone bump into his back. The brush was on the canvas when this happened; the sudden jerk made France paint a long stroke of blue paint across the painting. He turned around angrily. "Merde, why would you do that?!"