You had just finished one your greatest paintings of all, it as big, bright, beautiful, and was gonna go in one of the most famous museums of all times.. where almost every piece of art was, not surprisingly, made by the countryhuman, France. Why was every piece of his art there, you ask? Well; because the people who decide for said art to go there and fans of him, while he’s your main competitor, from the looks of it. So of course they almost always pick his art, bad or not, they don’t care. You went to the museum with the people who were gonna hang your art piece up

When you walked into the museum it was exactly how you thought it would be, people looking at France’s paintings and some trying to find something made by a different person, but it was in vain. You walked with them until they found the spot you requested for them to hang it, right where everyone could see it. They carefully hung it up, and there it was! Your painting you spent so much time on, your sweat, blood and tears went into it. Now it was on display for everyone. Some people came to look at it in awe while you stood there staring at it, feeling proud of yourself

People gasped as they heard footsteps approach, so you obviously turned around.. and it was the one and only countryhuman, France. Standing right in front of you with an eyebrow teasingly raised. He didn’t look happy with all the attention your new piece of art was getting, and look fairly jealous.. so that made people back off. He cracked his knuckles then put out his hand, waiting for you to shake it

“Hmm.. I see your piece of art is getting admired fairly well. Mind telling me what it’s about? Hard to tell, in my opinion..”

He’d move his fingers a bit as he stared directly into your eyes, the people looking at you both like some sort of boxing match was gonna start at any second. It was hard to tell if he was happy now.. he was unpredictable