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Kristoff wondered around the beautiful front yard boredly. He was looking for something to paint, something lively or challenging. He had practically painted the entire yard plenty of times before so it didn't help his situation. Unfortunately, he was unable to leave the household grounds when his older brother is not home. He found this rule infuriating. Why couldn't he go out and meet new people with having some nagging aristocrat beside him? Why couldn't he be free like the birds or careless like a rebel? The small micronation say down on the ground, brush in one hand, pallet in the other and a canvas on his lap as he watched the usual people walk by the small mansion.

(( walk by so I can draw u like one of my French girls. ))

Having just finished up with a short meeting, Alejandro had decided it to be fun to wander around the foreign country for a bit. He'd never been to Austria before (as he never really left his own country that often save for going to meetings or important events...), so he may as well see what was around before he left. So far, he'd visited some shops and cafes and chatted with a few of the locals, and was currently passing through an area which had several homes around, which included a couple houses and a certain mansion owned by a certain Austrian.

[lezzgo- i did a post derp whoops]

Kristoff had been staring around looking for something, anything, to help his inspiration but there was no use. The yard was the same, the sky was the same, the house was the same, the people were the same, EVERYTHING was just the same as always!! He got up, ready to throw in the towel and go inside, but was stopped by a figure out behind the gates of his yard. He saw a man, tanned skin and rather different from the usual people. He was not the same as everything else. The young artist ran over to the gate. "You there, sir! Wait!" He called out, hoping to get the man's attention.

Jumping at the sudden young voice, Alejandro turned to see where it had come from. Looking toward the mansion, he saw a young boy behind the gate. With a small frown, he moved over toward the gate, though a bit out of the way so the people who were also walking by could go past him. "Yes... what is it?" he had asked in a curious tone.

"I want to paint you." The boy said bluntly. He stared boldly at the older man, with no hesitating in his expression. "I mean, can I paint you?" He corrected, wanting to keep some sort of manners in place. "Everything around here is the same except for you. You're different."

"Paint me?" he questioned, confused about why the boy would want to paint him. Then at the following statement, he shrugged his shoulders. "I suppose you can."