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After a quick glance out of the window, you heave a heavy sigh. “I wish this rain would lighten up...”
The day is dark like night, rainy and stormy and incredibly windy. Your eyes go back to your opponent as he makes his next move while wearing a serious thinking face.

“Yeah, me too,” he agrees under his breath, muffled by the placement of his hand. He reaches down and places a piece in an open spot, then waits for your next move.

“Checkmate,” you say quietly, moving your king piece around the board and defeating the Italian.

“E-eh?! H-how did you do that so quick?! You cheated!”

“There’s no need to be rude. Will you please calm your brother, Feliciano?”

“L-Lovino, don’t be mad! We can always play another game!” the second Italian, Feliciano, cries loudly.

“No! I quit! I don’t want to play with a damn cheater!”

“I didn’t cheat…Heh, you’re just mad that you lost,” The sides of your lips curl into a triumphant smile as your eyes penetrate into his for a few seconds.

He turns away with a grunt, “Whatever.”

“Where are you going, Lovino?” asks Feliciano in a small voice.

“I’m going to take a nap. Wake me up when it doesn’t look so shitty out there. It’s depressing.”

“Enjoy your nap,” you sing lightly. Lovino stands, pushing back his chair and leaves the room, rubbing his shoulder along the way; he was sitting in the same position for nearly two hours.

Feli sighs deeply and lets his shoulders drop a few inches. “I guess it’s just the two of us again…”

“There’s no need to be sad about it, we can get along just fine,” you begin to clear the table, scooping up the horses & monarchy and pushing them into a small box.

Feliciano turns his attention to the window, eventually trudging towards said area with a gloomy expression. His words come after a few counts of silence, “Lovino can be so mean sometimes, but I know he doesn’t mean to actually offend you.”

“I’m sure…Hey, don’t look so sad! We can make a fun day despite the weather!” you grin in an attempt to wash away his saddening face.

He smiles back at you for a moment, and then scratches his head curiously. “So what do you want to do now? I’m no good at chess, so…”

“Ummm…Do you want to draw? I’ve had inspiration for a while…I guess I should put it to use before it disappears, right?”

Feli scrambles out of his chair and runs to the doorway; he lets out a goofy laugh on his way, “Ve, that sounds like a good idea! I’ll go and get my art supplies!”

“Alright, do you need any help—?”

“No, I’m okay! I’ll be right back!” he calls from halfway down the hall. You shrug and store away the rest of the chess board, humming a simple tune; it isn’t long before Feli returns, dragging a large plastic bin behind him with ease. As your shovel the box into your bag, he stops in the middle of the room, a smile large on his face.

“Almost everything is in here,” he tells you quickly while swinging back the lid on the bin.

You raise your eyebrows slightly, peering over his shoulder as he begins to sort through it. “Really?”

“Yeah!” Feliciano nods once. “Here’s some paint, I have more somewhere but I don’t know where I put it! I have an easel if you’d like to use it…Umm…here’s some colouring pencils, crayons—Oh!” he exclaims suddenly “I found chalk! And here’s some glitter glue!”

“Wow, Feli, you really do it big, don’t you?” you laugh a little, not at him, but in surprise that he actually has so much. The contents of the plastic bin glow with the beauty they can create. It takes a little bit of self-control to keep from grabbing everything in the bin and going to town.

“Well, it’s fun to draw! Especially when there’s nothing else to do around here…” Feliciano glances out the window again. “I wonder what Germany is doing…” he sighs and looks down at the bin. “Would you like to paint?”

“No thank you, I’ll just draw…I suck at painting.”

“Ve, I guess I’ll paint then! I’ll go get my canvas. You can start if you like~!” With that, he hurries down the hall once more. You locate a small sketch pad and pick up the box of coloured pencils; you set up at the round wooden table where the chess match took place. Feliciano is back in no time again, setting the blank canvas onto the silver easel.

“What are you going to paint, Feli?” you ask while watching him get ready. Like a bee, he darts about, gathering paints, brushes and even a cup of water.

“Maybe a lake or maybe a little tree or something like that,” he answers and looks to you. “What about you, bella?”

“I can’t draw well either,” a snort escapes you, “but I’ll come up with something.”

He frowns slightly. “Anyone can draw, you’ve just got to try your hardest!”

You stare at the paper for a while as you think about his words; when you glance over at him, he’s turned towards the white canvas as he sings a song in Italian. Feeling slightly jealous of his ability to just jump into his art, you pick up a pencil & press it against the paper: you make no other movements…your eyes just burn holes into the paper. You sigh, much louder than expected, causing Feliciano to look over at your dismal state from over his shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” he questions you worriedly. “Did the pencil break?”

Shaking your head quickly, you stick another smile on your face. “I think I should’ve used that inspiration while it was here...”

“It’s probably still here, [Name], you’ve just got to sing to it~!” He winks at you.

“What do you mean? Why would I sing?” The thought is ridiculous: it nearly makes you laugh.

“You mean you don’t like music?” he gasps sharply.

“Wait—what? I love music!”

“Then why aren’t you singing?” Feliciano returns swiftly, covering his mouth with his hands. “Everyone sings to make their art come to life!”

You groan, “You want me to sing, is that what you’re saying?”

“Only if you want your art to come to life~!” He spins on his heels and leaps over to you. “Come paint with me!”

“I can’t paint. I’ve told you this, Feli...” Still, Feliciano takes no mind to your words and drags your body out of the chair while singing; you find yourself standing in front of the blank canvas with your friend behind you. Seconds later, he crams a thick paint brush into your hand. From the other side, he holds out a tin of oil paint.

“This paint is magic—it’s Miracle Paint!”

Small creases fold across your face as you frown. “Miracle Paint? Will it make me good?”

“It’ll do more than that~!” he whispers close to your ear, making your shiver.

You accept defeat: “All right, I’ll try it.”

He shakes the container merrily, still standing behind.

You dip the brush into the black, lifeless paint; the brush holds it well, not leaking at the weight. You turn back to the blank canvas and find yourself back where you started. “I don’t know what to do…”

“Don’t worry, just do it!” His persistence is legendary. You gently push the brush against the canvas, making a black mark upon the flawless white. It is now that Feli begins to sing and all familiar tune: the Marukaite Chikyuu. As you glide the paint across the canvas, it leaves a trail of colours—like a rainbow. Intrigued by this, you continue to make some shape, which you discover is a heart. You admire your work and Feli’s singing catches in your ear.

“How did the paint turn colours like that? Isn’t it black?” you exclaim.

“It’s Miracle Paint, [Name]! Stand back a little, okay?” He backs away and you follow his directions.

“Why?” you ask, sounding mildly concerned. “What’s wrong?”

“Just watch~!” he replies merrily. You look back at the heart on the canvas slowly. Whatever will happen, it won’t be anything dangerous, you hope.

Gradually, the colours vivify before your eyes: surely this is just a trick of the light? Of course not! The rainbow heart begins to glow, there’s no doubt about it; light shines from the canvas, drawing shadows across the surfaces of the living room. You can easily feel heat from the light on your skin, but not as intensely as in your heart. It’s as if your heart is resonating with the vividly glowing drawing.

“Don’t you feel it too?” Feliciano asks quietly. You nod, understanding what he mean.

“How is this even possible?” You peel your greedy eyes off the canvas and look at Feliciano with your eyebrows furrowed; you don’t notice your tight grip on the paint brush.

“It’s Miracle Paint! C’mon, if we sing a little more, something else will happen!” Feliciano begins to sing the Marukaite Chikyuu for a second time, gesturing for you to sing along. Surely he’s crazy…or maybe he’s not…Maybe you’re crazy…because you begin to sing along with him but without as much pep. Feliciano takes up your hands in the warm rainbow light and sings. You hold tight to his fingers, praying he won’t end up making something bad happen—but positive feelings undulate in the air, like a filter: it sucks out the gloomy and the bad, replacing those negative feelings with warmth and joy.

The heart gently begins to peel itself from the canvas like a sticker on Litho, and eventually it completely frees itself; it floats in the air above the canvas, as bright and warm as the sun. Now you cower behind Feliciano, not because you fear the rainbow heart, but because he reaches up as if to grab it.

“Wh—what are you doing, Feli?!”

“It’s okay. It won’t hurt us,”

The rainbow heart drifts downward: it places itself in Feliciano’s hands. He turns to you while wearing a large smile. “Miracle Paint can make any of your dreams come true, and it fills a sad atmosphere with happiness. In return, you have to sing it a song, a song that makes you happy whenever you sing or hear it.”

Astonishment over takes your whole body; Feliciano offers you to hold the heart. “What do you want to do with it?” he asks joyfully. “Anything you want can come true!”

You hesitantly hold out your hands. The heart glides over and rests above them soundlessly. “Whatever I want…? What do you want, Feliciano?”

“For you to make a wish,”

“Okay,” you exhale heavily. “I wish for the weather to improve…Let the sun shine for an entire week, please.”

On command, it rotates rapidly above your palms; thunder rumbles as Feli rushes to the window again. He quickly opens it and motions for you to come near. The heart makes a popping sound and flies out the window. You follow it, stopping at the window to watch it soar into the sky. The luminous light vanishes above the clouds that have gathered since three days ago without end. You stare without blinking and Feliciano does the same with a smile.

Sun begins to break through the clouds, the rain stopping abruptly. A blue sky peers through patches of grey and fights it away. Soon, you’re looking out at a beautiful day that came from out of the blue.

You quickly look over at Feli; he smiles at you dearly. “Isn’t it wonderful?”

“It’s amazing! How did—”

“We can’t tell anyone, okay? It has to stay a secret…” He looks worried now.

“I promise,” you hold out your right pinkie, “My lips are sealed.”

He crosses his pinkie with yours, smiling still. “There’s something else, [Name]...”

At this point, nothing can surprise you. “What is it?”

“Well…” he rocks on the balls of his feet steadily. “I think you’re pretty…as pretty as the day outside, and I wanted to tell you that I…I like you a lot…So I wanted to know if you wanted to be mine…Because I like you a lot…”

His sudden change of attitude makes you raise your eyebrows for the umpteenth time; his loud personality has shifted to quiet and cautious…not only that, but he just confessed his interest in you. Okay, maybe that surprised you a little.

“Feliciano, I’d be more than happy to be yours!” you beam at him and poke his nose. “I like you a lot, too, you know.”

“Y—you do?! So you will be mine!?” He scoops you into an incredibly tight embrace, kissing your cheek repeatedly. All you can do is giggle and when he stops, you plant a soft & sweet kiss on his lips. Of course, he doesn’t mind this as he wraps his arms around you to pull your closer. His excitement gets the better of him and he starts to sway back and forth. And in a swoon, he falls to the floor, bringing you with him.

“Are you okay?!” you ask, sitting on top of him now.

He opens his amber eyes and smiles again. “Of course I am~! You’re here with me, aren’t you~?” he flirts.

Just as you begin to say something, Lovino bursts in the moment: “It’s stopped raining! I’m going outside—! Wh-what are you two doing?”

You scramble off of Feliciano and he scrambles to his feet. “Uh—nothing? Yeah, it’s nice outside! Let’s go—”

“Ah, fratello, I see what you’re doing here, getting chummy! I’ll just go outside by myself—”

“Actually,” you cut in, “we were going to head outside ourselves. It’s finally stopped raining, after all,” you exchange a brief, knowing look with Feliciano.

Lovino sees this and shakes his head. “It’s about time. You two need each other. Now I won’t be bothered as much anymore,” he mumbles under his breath as he turns to the front door.

“Okay, let’s go, [Name],” Feli pretends not to hear Lovino’s murmurs. He extends a hand invitingly; you take it, smiling like an idiot. Lovino opens the door wide to hail the miraculous weather, and somewhere in the distance, a rainbow arcs across the sky.

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After a quick glance out of the window, you heave a heavy sigh. “I wish this rain would lighten up...”
The day is dark like night, rainy and stormy and incredibly windy. Your eyes go back to your opponent as he makes his next move while wearing a serious thinking face.

“Yeah, me too,” he agrees under his breath, muffled by the placement of his hand. He reaches down and places a piece in an open spot, then waits for your next move.

“Checkmate,” you say quietly, moving your king piece around the board and defeating the Italian.

“E-eh?! H-how did you do that so quick?! You cheated!”

“There’s no need to be rude. Will you please calm your brother, Feliciano?”

“L-Lovino, don’t be mad! We can always play another game!” the second Italian, Feliciano, cries loudly.

“No! I quit! I don’t want to play with a damn cheater!”

“I didn’t cheat…Heh, you’re just mad that you lost,” The sides of your lips curl into a triumphant smile as your eyes penetrate into his for a few seconds.

He turns away with a grunt, “Whatever.”

“Where are you going, Lovino?” asks Feliciano in a small voice.

“I’m going to take a nap. Wake me up when it doesn’t look so shitty out there. It’s depressing.”

“Enjoy your nap,” you sing lightly. Lovino stands, pushing back his chair and leaves the room, rubbing his shoulder along the way; he was sitting in the same position for nearly two hours.

Feli sighs deeply and lets his shoulders drop a few inches. “I guess it’s just the two of us again…”

“There’s no need to be sad about it, we can get along just fine,” you begin to clear the table, scooping up the horses & monarchy and pushing them into a small box.

Feliciano turns his attention to the window, eventually trudging towards said area with a gloomy expression. His words come after a few counts of silence, “Lovino can be so mean sometimes, but I know he doesn’t mean to actually offend you.”

“I’m sure…Hey, don’t look so sad! We can make a fun day despite the weather!” you grin in an attempt to wash away his saddening face.

He smiles back at you for a moment, and then scratches his head curiously. “So what do you want to do now? I’m no good at chess, so…”

“Ummm…Do you want to draw? I’ve had inspiration for a while…I guess I should put it to use before it disappears, right?”

Feli scrambles out of his chair and runs to the doorway; he lets out a goofy laugh on his way, “Ve, that sounds like a good idea! I’ll go and get my art supplies!”

“Alright, do you need any help—?”

“No, I’m okay! I’ll be right back!” he calls from halfway down the hall. You shrug and store away the rest of the chess board, humming a simple tune; it isn’t long before Feli returns, dragging a large plastic bin behind him with ease. As your shovel the box into your bag, he stops in the middle of the room, a smile large on his face.

“Almost everything is in here,” he tells you quickly while swinging back the lid on the bin.

You raise your eyebrows slightly, peering over his shoulder as he begins to sort through it. “Really?”

“Yeah!” Feliciano nods once. “Here’s some paint, I have more somewhere but I don’t know where I put it! I have an easel if you’d like to use it…Umm…here’s some colouring pencils, crayons—Oh!” he exclaims suddenly “I found chalk! And here’s some glitter glue!”

“Wow, Feli, you really do it big, don’t you?” you laugh a little, not at him, but in surprise that he actually has so much. The contents of the plastic bin glow with the beauty they can create. It takes a little bit of self-control to keep from grabbing everything in the bin and going to town.

“Well, it’s fun to draw! Especially when there’s nothing else to do around here…” Feliciano glances out the window again. “I wonder what Germany is doing…” he sighs and looks down at the bin. “Would you like to paint?”

“No thank you, I’ll just draw…I suck at painting.”

“Ve, I guess I’ll paint then! I’ll go get my canvas. You can start if you like~!” With that, he hurries down the hall once more. You locate a small sketch pad and pick up the box of coloured pencils; you set up at the round wooden table where the chess match took place. Feliciano is back in no time again, setting the blank canvas onto the silver easel.

“What are you going to paint, Feli?” you ask while watching him get ready. Like a bee, he darts about, gathering paints, brushes and even a cup of water.

“Maybe a lake or maybe a little tree or something like that,” he answers and looks to you. “What about you, bella?”

“I can’t draw well either,” a snort escapes you, “but I’ll come up with something.”

He frowns slightly. “Anyone can draw, you’ve just got to try your hardest!”

You stare at the paper for a while as you think about his words; when you glance over at him, he’s turned towards the white canvas as he sings a song in Italian. Feeling slightly jealous of his ability to just jump into his art, you pick up a pencil & press it against the paper: you make no other movements…your eyes just burn holes into the paper. You sigh, much louder than expected, causing Feliciano to look over at your dismal state from over his shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” he questions you worriedly. “Did the pencil break?”

Shaking your head quickly, you stick another smile on your face. “I think I should’ve used that inspiration while it was here...”

“It’s probably still here, [Name], you’ve just got to sing to it~!” He winks at you.

“What do you mean? Why would I sing?” The thought is ridiculous: it nearly makes you laugh.

“You mean you don’t like music?” he gasps sharply.

“Wait—what? I love music!”

“Then why aren’t you singing?” Feliciano returns swiftly, covering his mouth with his hands. “Everyone sings to make their art come to life!”

You groan, “You want me to sing, is that what you’re saying?”

“Only if you want your art to come to life~!” He spins on his heels and leaps over to you. “Come paint with me!”

“I can’t paint. I’ve told you this, Feli...” Still, Feliciano takes no mind to your words and drags your body out of the chair while singing; you find yourself standing in front of the blank canvas with your friend behind you. Seconds later, he crams a thick paint brush into your hand. From the other side, he holds out a tin of oil paint.

“This paint is magic—it’s Miracle Paint!”

Small creases fold across your face as you frown. “Miracle Paint? Will it make me good?”

“It’ll do more than that~!” he whispers close to your ear, making your shiver.

You accept defeat: “All right, I’ll try it.”

He shakes the container merrily, still standing behind.

You dip the brush into the black, lifeless paint; the brush holds it well, not leaking at the weight. You turn back to the blank canvas and find yourself back where you started. “I don’t know what to do…”

“Don’t worry, just do it!” His persistence is legendary. You gently push the brush against the canvas, making a black mark upon the flawless white. It is now that Feli begins to sing and all familiar tune: the Marukaite Chikyuu. As you glide the paint across the canvas, it leaves a trail of colours—like a rainbow. Intrigued by this, you continue to make some shape, which you discover is a heart. You admire your work and Feli’s singing catches in your ear.

“How did the paint turn colours like that? Isn’t it black?” you exclaim.

“It’s Miracle Paint, [Name]! Stand back a little, okay?” He backs away and you follow his directions.

“Why?” you ask, sounding mildly concerned. “What’s wrong?”

“Just watch~!” he replies merrily. You look back at the heart on the canvas slowly. Whatever will happen, it won’t be anything dangerous, you hope.

Gradually, the colours vivify before your eyes: surely this is just a trick of the light? Of course not! The rainbow heart begins to glow, there’s no doubt about it; light shines from the canvas, drawing shadows across the surfaces of the living room. You can easily feel heat from the light on your skin, but not as intensely as in your heart. It’s as if your heart is resonating with the vividly glowing drawing.

“Don’t you feel it too?” Feliciano asks quietly. You nod, understanding what he mean.

“How is this even possible?” You peel your greedy eyes off the canvas and look at Feliciano with your eyebrows furrowed; you don’t notice your tight grip on the paint brush.

“It’s Miracle Paint! C’mon, if we sing a little more, something else will happen!” Feliciano begins to sing the Marukaite Chikyuu for a second time, gesturing for you to sing along. Surely he’s crazy…or maybe he’s not…Maybe you’re crazy…because you begin to sing along with him but without as much pep. Feliciano takes up your hands in the warm rainbow light and sings. You hold tight to his fingers, praying he won’t end up making something bad happen—but positive feelings undulate in the air, like a filter: it sucks out the gloomy and the bad, replacing those negative feelings with warmth and joy.

The heart gently begins to peel itself from the canvas like a sticker on Litho, and eventually it completely frees itself; it floats in the air above the canvas, as bright and warm as the sun. Now you cower behind Feliciano, not because you fear the rainbow heart, but because he reaches up as if to grab it.

“Wh—what are you doing, Feli?!”

“It’s okay. It won’t hurt us,”

The rainbow heart drifts downward: it places itself in Feliciano’s hands. He turns to you while wearing a large smile. “Miracle Paint can make any of your dreams come true, and it fills a sad atmosphere with happiness. In return, you have to sing it a song, a song that makes you happy whenever you sing or hear it.”

Astonishment over takes your whole body; Feliciano offers you to hold the heart. “What do you want to do with it?” he asks joyfully. “Anything you want can come true!”

You hesitantly hold out your hands. The heart glides over and rests above them soundlessly. “Whatever I want…? What do you want, Feliciano?”

“For you to make a wish,”

“Okay,” you exhale heavily. “I wish for the weather to improve…Let the sun shine for an entire week, please.”

On command, it rotates rapidly above your palms; thunder rumbles as Feli rushes to the window again. He quickly opens it and motions for you to come near. The heart makes a popping sound and flies out the window. You follow it, stopping at the window to watch it soar into the sky. The luminous light vanishes above the clouds that have gathered since three days ago without end. You stare without blinking and Feliciano does the same with a smile.

Sun begins to break through the clouds, the rain stopping abruptly. A blue sky peers through patches of grey and fights it away. Soon, you’re looking out at a beautiful day that came from out of the blue.

You quickly look over at Feli; he smiles at you dearly. “Isn’t it wonderful?”

“It’s amazing! How did—”

“We can’t tell anyone, okay? It has to stay a secret…” He looks worried now.

“I promise,” you hold out your right pinkie, “My lips are sealed.”

He crosses his pinkie with yours, smiling still. “There’s something else, [Name]...”

At this point, nothing can surprise you. “What is it?”

“Well…” he rocks on the balls of his feet steadily. “I think you’re pretty…as pretty as the day outside, and I wanted to tell you that I…I like you a lot…So I wanted to know if you wanted to be mine…Because I like you a lot…”

His sudden change of attitude makes you raise your eyebrows for the umpteenth time; his loud personality has shifted to quiet and cautious…not only that, but he just confessed his interest in you. Okay, maybe that surprised you a little.

“Feliciano, I’d be more than happy to be yours!” you beam at him and poke his nose. “I like you a lot, too, you know.”

“Y—you do?! So you will be mine!?” He scoops you into an incredibly tight embrace, kissing your cheek repeatedly. All you can do is giggle and when he stops, you plant a soft & sweet kiss on his lips. Of course, he doesn’t mind this as he wraps his arms around you to pull your closer. His excitement gets the better of him and he starts to sway back and forth. And in a swoon, he falls to the floor, bringing you with him.

“Are you okay?!” you ask, sitting on top of him now.

He opens his amber eyes and smiles again. “Of course I am~! You’re here with me, aren’t you~?” he flirts.

Just as you begin to say something, Lovino bursts in the moment: “It’s stopped raining! I’m going outside—! Wh-what are you two doing?”

You scramble off of Feliciano and he scrambles to his feet. “Uh—nothing? Yeah, it’s nice outside! Let’s go—”

“Ah, fratello, I see what you’re doing here, getting chummy! I’ll just go outside by myself—”

“Actually,” you cut in, “we were going to head outside ourselves. It’s finally stopped raining, after all,” you exchange a brief, knowing look with Feliciano.

Lovino sees this and shakes his head. “It’s about time. You two need each other. Now I won’t be bothered as much anymore,” he mumbles under his breath as he turns to the front door.

“Okay, let’s go, [Name],” Feli pretends not to hear Lovino’s murmurs. He extends a hand invitingly; you take it, smiling like an idiot. Lovino opens the door wide to hail the miraculous weather, and somewhere in the distance, a rainbow arcs across the sky.

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