8. take a gamble
She sits nervously in a pile of cushions, thinking hard. About what, nobody is sure. They leave her to her thoughts and continue with their daily lives.
Except for Korea, who happens to be nosy enough to barrel over loudly and ask what she's thinking about.
She replies nothing, nothing, nothing, though she says so quite unconvincingly. Being who he is, he presses on until she pulls him aside and makes him promise he won't tell. He promises, and she talks in hushed tones, often glancing around to make sure none of the others are present.
When she is finished telling the curious nation of her troubles, she covers her face and refuses to look him in the eye. He chuckles and gives her a pat on the head, reassuring her with a grin.
"There's nothing to worry about. Of course he loves you, da ze!"
"Yes but what if—"
"No 'if's, meimei. Take a chance, you'll be pleasantly surprised. I can bet on it."
So she tries. Tries many times to ask Hong Kong what exactly he thought of her, yet stutters and changes the subject almost every single time.
I say almost, because one day she finally succeeds.
"H-Hey, Hong Kong, d-do you… do you l-love me?"
He looks surprised for a moment, and she notices his face turning a slightly darker shade of red. But eventually he smiles at her, with that slow, rare smile of his. She feels her heart skip, and her breath catch in her throat.
"I do."
She doesn't know what to do, what to say. But before she can do any of that, Korea jumps from out of nowhere, startling her. Hong Kong raises an eyebrow, but only glares and frowns at the Korean nation.
"I told you so! Of course, I'm right as usual, da ze~"
"Korea, I swear, why can't you mind your own—"
But before she can say any more, she finds herself being pulled close by Hong Kong, and he kisses her.
She was pleasantly surprised.
But she doesn't think about that, as she is too busy kissing him back.
She sits nervously in a pile of cushions, thinking hard. About what, nobody is sure. They leave her to her thoughts and continue with their daily lives.
Except for Korea, who happens to be nosy enough to barrel over loudly and ask what she's thinking about.
She replies nothing, nothing, nothing, though she says so quite unconvincingly. Being who he is, he presses on until she pulls him aside and makes him promise he won't tell. He promises, and she talks in hushed tones, often glancing around to make sure none of the others are present.
When she is finished telling the curious nation of her troubles, she covers her face and refuses to look him in the eye. He chuckles and gives her a pat on the head, reassuring her with a grin.
"There's nothing to worry about. Of course he loves you, da ze!"
"Yes but what if—"
"No 'if's, meimei. Take a chance, you'll be pleasantly surprised. I can bet on it."
So she tries. Tries many times to ask Hong Kong what exactly he thought of her, yet stutters and changes the subject almost every single time.
I say almost, because one day she finally succeeds.
"H-Hey, Hong Kong, d-do you… do you l-love me?"
He looks surprised for a moment, and she notices his face turning a slightly darker shade of red. But eventually he smiles at her, with that slow, rare smile of his. She feels her heart skip, and her breath catch in her throat.
"I do."
She doesn't know what to do, what to say. But before she can do any of that, Korea jumps from out of nowhere, startling her. Hong Kong raises an eyebrow, but only glares and frowns at the Korean nation.
"I told you so! Of course, I'm right as usual, da ze~"
"Korea, I swear, why can't you mind your own—"
But before she can say any more, she finds herself being pulled close by Hong Kong, and he kisses her.
She was pleasantly surprised.
But she doesn't think about that, as she is too busy kissing him back.
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