~Renaissance Masterpiece p.2~ Hetalia Men x Reader

You opened your wet eyes only to realize you were back in your safe haven. The curator was nowhere in sight,
thankfully, so you were able to dry your eyes and head back up to the main level of the museum. You shut the door
and began walking down the hall, ignoring all the familiar sights you normally would stop and view. Your mind fled
to poor Feli, you wish you wouldn't have even gone to his time if it was going to cause his this much pain..

You rounded the corner and exited the museum, enveloped in your thoughts. You began walking, no destination in
particular. You weren't paying any attention and you nearly bumped into a worker who was straining underneath an
enormous painting.
"Hey watch it!" he growled.
You turned to walk away, but felt guilty just watching the man. "Can I help you carry that, sir?"
He sighed. "Well, if you think a little girl like you can handle it. I have five more and they all have to go up there."
He pointed and your gaze followed his finger towards a long set of stone steps that led to a brand new art museum.
You nodded. "I think I can handle that."
He chuckled. "Well, kid, take a hold of that end and let's get started."

After a grueling half hour's work, you managed to help the man get all of the covered paintings to the museum. You
collapsed on the grass in the front yard, breathless. You stared up as the fluffy clouds painted pictures across the
deep blue sky.
"Hey, kid."
You sat up quickly, turning towards the man.
"I wanna give you something for helping me out. We did it in less than half the time it would have taken me by
myself."
"I don't think-"
"No, I insist," he reached into his pocket and handed you a ticket. "This is a ticket to the executive showing tonight
for all the paintings. Frankly, it's not something I'm interested in. So, here you go." He shoved it in your face.
You took it willingly, giving him a smile in reply.
"See ya around," he said as he waved.
You returned the wave and glanced down at the ticket. Your eyes widened as you viewed the artist's name.

Feliciano Vargas

Your stomach began to flutter with butterflies. There is absolutely no way it could be the same man.. It's not like he
could live for more than seven hundred years, right? You shook your head rapidly as if trying to shake the name out
of your mind, but it wasn't possible. You moved your eyes from the name on the ticket to the time. 7 pm. That was
three hours from now. You hurried home to get ready for the showing.

As soon as you arrived home, you leaped into the shower. When you finished, you put on a light coat of the basic
makeup and let your hair down to dry. You went through your selection of dresses and settled on a (f/c) one with a
matching see through shawl. You went back to the mirror, and tried to touch up the fine points of your hair. You
glanced at the clock on the wall. 6:30 pm. You gasped as you quickly gathered up your shoes and bag and sprinted out
the door.

6:47 pm is what your phone read. "Just in time," you breathed.
You struggled to make your way up the steps and through the crowd of guests. As you handed the ticket to the usher
at the front door, you stood in admiration at all of the pictures. All of them had been unveiled except one in the
middle of the room. You glanced around at the people, most of them of very obvious wealthy stature. Feeling very out
of place, you wandered around the main floor of the museum, enlightened by the beauty of the paintings in and of
themselves. Just as you were lost in the thought of the paintings, you were nudged in the shoulder. You turned your
head slightly, and saw the back of a young man with familiar auburn hair and.. an odd curl? Your heart lept as you
turned around all the way to shout to the man, but before you could, without even turning around, he called over his
shoulder. "Excuse me, bella. I'm in a huge hurry!" And with that, he took off towards a platform in front of the
covered canvas. You followed him, pushing your way through the crowd that had gathered there. He made his way to
the platform where someone handed him a microphone. He turned to face the crowd and opened his eyes. You stood in
complete awe, for before you, stood those same amber eyes, the same chestnut hair with the gravity defying curl. The
same Feli you met seven hundred years in the past. There was no mistaking him. You were filled with a plethora of
emotions, as you continued to make your way through the crowd. You had to make it to him, no matter what. You were
not leaving here without him.

Feli took the mic and greeted the crowd with a big smile.
"Ciao everyone! Grazie for coming out here for the unveiling of my new painting. I hope everyone has-"
His eyes scanned the crowd and he froze when he found your eyes. His honey brown eyes widened in astonishment
and he became speechless. The crowd erupted in quiet whispers until he regained his composure and resumed
speaking.
"And.. the girl this painting is dedicated to has made an unexpected appearance tonight, which just makes it all the
more special!" he exclaimed, his gaze never leaving yours.
"So without further ado, I'd like to present, The One That Got Away!" he proclaimed, gesturing towards the canvas as
the cover dropped.
A loud clap, in unison, sprang from the crowd. You stared in bewilderment at the absolute beauty of the painting,
Staring back at you, was your exact doppelganger. The last image of you that Feli witnessed, had been captured in
complete perfection. You broke out into a fit of light tears, then felt a slight tap on your shoulder. There stood Feli,
the same cowardly, sweet gentleman you had met so many years ago in the past. You embraced him as you continued
to cry into his suit jacket.
"Is it really you?" you whispered.
"Yes, bella. It really is me."
You pulled away. "But, how did you live that long?"
He chuckled as he wiped the last of your tear streaks away. "That's a story for another day, bella. Now, stop staining
your cheeks with tears and let's get back to where we left off."
He cupped your face tenderly and kissed you with as much Italian passion as he had in his being. You returned the
kiss eagerly, melting into it.
He broke apart from you, took your hand and began dragging you off with him.
"Where are we going?" you giggled.
He turned and beamed at you. "To get pasta of course! We didn't get to last time!"