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26 September 2010 @ 08:47 pm
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9. "I really hate you"

He arrived home late one night, returning after his visit to Macau. His ears rung a bit from all the sounds and bells and people, and his eyes took some time adjusting to the dim light of the house. He didn't know why he willingly went when Macau asked, all those casinos and people made him more quiet than usual. He walked into the house as silent as usual, shutting the door behind him and making his way towards his room.

He didn't notice her sitting on his bed until he had turned on a light. She sat there quiet, glaring at him. He tilted his head inquisitively and raised an eyebrow. What was she doing here this late?

She sighed heavily, crossing her arms over her chest, then spoke. Her voice sounded quiet, but he could easily tell she was annoyed.

"Do you know what time it is?"

"Yes, I am aware of the time. Are you?"

"Of course. I've been sitting here staring at the clock wondering whether or not you were going to come home, or if I was going to have to go out and find you in some drunken stupor, or if you were stranded somewhere because all your pocket money was lost to gambling or…"

"I'm fine. Macau won't let that kind of thing happen anyways, I don't drink or gamble that much."

"'That much' could easily turn into more, you know."

"It won't. You can go to bed now."

"Couldn't you have at least called and said you'd be home late?"

"You need to stop worrying so much, I'm fine, everything's fine."

He sat down beside her on the bed. She huffed and turned away.

"Shut up, this isn't nothing! You always do this!"

"Then wouldn't you learn not to wait?"

Her voice was escalating in volume rapidly.

"Then couldn't you learn to call for once?"

He seemed to have a hard time keeping his voice down as well.

"Can't you just learn to relax?" He snapped.

"THAT'S NOT THE POINT HERE!" She finally shouted.

Silence.

"Then what is?" He finally said in a cold, hard voice.

She said nothing. Neither of them said anything for a long while. When she finally spoke, it was so quiet he didn't hear her. But she repeated it anyways.

"I really hate you."

He said nothing and only stared at her, somewhat wide-eyed. Had he heard her right?

"I hate you."

"Taiwan, you can't possibly—"

"I SAID I HATE YOU!"

She stood up, and quickly made her way toward the door, but he stood up and grabbed her arm before she could leave. She turned back to look at him, and only then could he see the tears streaming down her face.

"Taiwan…"

"I hate you! I hate that I worry about you almost every single day. I hate you because never let me know when you're going to be back. I hate that you never show what you're thinking or feeling unless I ask! I hate feeling sick inside because I'm worried something could happen to you!"

She slumped to the ground, wiping her face with her other sleeve, openly sobbing. He knelt down beside her, and was still holding onto her arm, unsure what to do.

"I hate that you can make me smile like there's nothing wrong with the world, and then make me cry like this!" She sniffled and sucked in a breath.

"A-And I hate…"

His face softened. And instead of her arm, he held her hand.

"…that you are the only person who can make me feel these things."
 
 
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26 September 2010 @ 08:45 pm
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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.

 
 
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26 September 2010 @ 08:41 pm
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7. hug!

He wanted to hug her.

He really, honestly, truly, did.

The problem was, he didn't exactly know how. He wasn't used to going around and hugging people, like Korea was. She hugged him, all the time, sometimes because she could tell he was feeling down, sometimes out of nowhere. She would throw her arms around his midsection or is neck, and tell him nice, happy things and bury her face in his clothes and neck and such.

It made him happy, but he was never sure how to show her that. He was never exactly sure what to do when with her. He didn't really know. Was he supposed to hug her back? He'd be awkward, he concluded. So he was content with just letting her hug him whenever she pleased, until one day he overheard her crying worriedly to Japan that he never returned her hugs, nor did he ever hug her.

He bit his lip and sighed. Showing affection wasn't exactly his strong point. But he felt bad making her worry, too. He felt worse knowing she thought he didn't care. And even more so that he had made her cry. Why was it that he was so lost when it came to emotions?

That same day, he later went and found her in the kitchen, already having glanced around to be sure no one else was present. She was humming and cooking something in a pan; he didn't pay attention to it. He swallowed hard and quietly walked up behind her, which for some reason he had gotten unusually good at. He closed his eyes for a moment, breathed, and slowly wrapped his arms around her shoulders, not ceasing when she let out a small squeak and gasped. He buried his face in her hair, taking in the smell of flowers and other nice things she smelled like.

She seemed to have frozen in place, and they stood there like that, until she spoke, voice nervous and high-pitched.

No, nothing was wrong. No, nothing had happened. No, he wasn't sick.

More than anything, he was sorry. Sorry for making her cry, sorry for making her worry, and especially sorry he was bad at showing affection, and that he really did care for her.

She smiled and managed to turn around to return his hug, forgetting all about her cooking.
 
 
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26 September 2010 @ 08:40 pm
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6. notebook; diary

He called for her, searched for her, asked around for her, but she could not seem to be found. The others assumed she had gone elsewhere, to the store or such, so he wandered around for a while, waiting for her to come home.

In his wandering, he seemed to find himself opening the door to her room and walking into the empty calmness of it, quiet except for the various things she always left on. Her electric fan, her pink Hello Kitty radio (playing some soothing instrumental song, he noticed), and a little water fountain.

He didn't know why he found himself here out of all places, and knew he would be scolded if she found him, but he still stayed, walking around and examining the things that made her personality. Things from all of them, things in pink, things sweet and warm and just so her. He smiled, just a little bit, when he came across her collection of pictures on the dresser. She had so many.

Goodness, where was she? It made him nervous to not know where she was. She was so small and looked so fragile… ahh, no. He sighed, running his hand through his hair. He sounded like her, worrying about nothing. She knew, and could skillfully use, the art of self-defense as well as any of them.

He sighed again and flopped down on her bed, inhaling the smell of it. It smelled exactly like she did, of course. Of flowers and pink and warmth and other happy things that she was. He laid there for a bit, inhaling, exhaling, taking in the scent. After some time, he turned over, and stared at her ceiling.

What was… that?

She had a poster up there (which wasn't abnormal, most of them had such on their ceilings as well, save for China) but the thing was, it was… kind of worn. That was certainly not her. She liked her posters nice, clean, and well-maintained. The edges looked like they had been torn at places and handled often, and the someplace towards the middle looked just plain out of place. He stood up, balancing on her bed, and reached up to touch it. What met his fingers was… well, he wasn't sure.

He found why after he released the edges of the poster slowly, raising an eyebrow when a small book slid out. It had no label or title on the front, only a white leather cover. This book must be taken out and returned quite often for the poster to be in this condition.

However, he could only flip through the first couple pages before she walked in.

She saw him, saw what he was holding, and whimpered before she ran back out. He only got a glance of her face, but he was sure it wasn't happy.

And so he dropped the small book right then and there, and ran out after her, forgetting all about it.
 
 
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13 September 2010 @ 08:52 am
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"I love you."

She had heard the statement at times from the others—Korea (he said it to most the Asians), Japan (only once or twice, and it was always hushed, though sincere), even China (though those days were long past and gone, never again to return).

But she wasn't exactly prepared when she heard it from Hong Kong himself.

He had told her when the others weren't around, looking straight at her with those emotionless eyes of his. However, at that certain moment, they hadn't been emotionless—she thought they looked determined, but was too surprised to actually concentrate on such a thing. They had been sitting beside one another outside, just enjoying the sun. She had been eating some mochi and swinging her legs back and forth over the open deck, humming. He had turned to her and stared until she tilted her head and stared back at him with a questioning expression.

He had taken a deep breath before smiling one of those slow, small, rare smiles of his. He said it as if… it were the most normal thing in the world to say. No hesitation in his voice, no wavering.

"Hey, Taiwan. I love you."

She had said nothing, but it wasn't like she had been given the time to. After that, he had stood up, pat her on the head, then walked inside, leaving her shocked and… well, happy. He never said that to anyone. Though, being the worrisome person she was, she blinked and wondered a million different things. He was serious, right? He wasn't taking anything to make him crazy, right? Was he kidding, teasing her? What had gotten into him?

And the most puzzling one—what kind of love? How did he love her? What was love? Did she even understand what such a thing was?

Love is happy, love is warm, love is everything good.

But love is the most confusing.

 
 
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12 September 2010 @ 12:00 am
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4. pain

Both are bruised, both have been broken, both are tired and weary.

Him physically, her emotionally.

She's treated well, quite nicely, by that land where the sun rises. She returns his warmth. When he fights with her former guardian, she only looks up for a moment before resuming her business. Her relationship with her former guardian had not been getting any better, so she says nothing when he and her current guardian are on bad terms.

But when this land of the rising sun attacks her brother, that brother, she begins to find it hard to treat him as nice as before. That brother she loved, but had not nearly spent enough time with. A foreigner had taken that brother away when they were both young, and she had missed him.

When this land of the rising sun one day brought that brother to their residence, she felt her insides become filled with a combination of sorrow and anger. That brother was badly beaten, and from the narrow gashes on his face, it wasn't hard to tell by whom. She had to glance twice to even register it was him. The only thing keeping her from voicing her anger was the fact that she was allowed to tend to him.

She did so quietly, taking care not to cause him any more unnecessary pain. When he let out a slight, ragged cough, she bit her lip. That land of the rising sun had gone, so she talked to her brother, quietly. She said useless things, careless things, apologies. For a while, all she did was stare at him, his face partially concealed by bandages. He stared back, saying nothing. She couldn't read the look in his eyes anymore. She could before, but now... all she saw were blank circles of gold-brown, staring back at her own amber-brown eyes. She couldn't see anything in them.

But she just assumed it was her sight growing blurry, from the tears building quickly in her eyes.

She hugged him gently, yet he made no motion to return the gesture. She stroked his head and continued her saying words of nothingness, and she let him fall sleep that way. When that land of the rising sun returned, she pretended not to notice. She didn't wonder what he thought, nor did she care.

That brother she loved, that same brother she had attended to—was gone the next morning.

There was a pain inside them both, not ceasing until years later, but not ceasing nearly quickly enough.

 
 
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11 September 2010 @ 10:11 am
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3. flower; rose

They sat under a tree, taking in the summer breeze and smell of cut grass and damp soil. Neither of them said a word, but sat quietly in the company of the other, breathing in the warm air.

It was too late when they noticed the flower in her hair had been blown elsewhere, too late to note the direction it had gone, too late to catch it. She frowned and shrugged, closing her eyes for a nap instead, the humid temperature making her drowsy.

He glanced in her direction to make sure she was asleep, and ran off in the direction of their family garden. He stared wordlessly around at the various flowers, before gingerly pulling one from its place, and starting back in her direction.

When she wakes, he's beside her again, except that he is the one sleeping.

Feeling something usual, she reaches up to find a flower in her hair again—this one different, but sweeter smelling and softer than the last.

She smiles, then glances left and right, to make sure there are no others around.

When she kisses him and mutters a thank you, he smiles and pulls her into his arms.

 
 
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11 September 2010 @ 10:11 am
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2. singing in the rain

The last he saw her, she was running off into the rain, her face pained and pale. After some hesitation, he ended up following after her, already rehearsing in his head how he was to convince her to come back before she fell ill from the chilling downpour. But damn, she was fast. And small. And good at hiding. He sighed, hoping she had at least found some place dry.

His hair was already soaking wet, his clothes sticking to his skin, and still no sign of her. He paused to sit on a bench, panting, watching his breath turn white with the cold air. Where did she go? He could go back and wait, but he didn't want to. He couldn't leave her all alone in the rain. He wouldn't let himself. She was so small and-…

He froze, hearing her voice in the distance. He stood and slowly made his way toward it, the rain dulling the sound, making it hard to hear. But he eventually found her, sitting under a dripping Sakura tree, knees to her chest, singing. He had to look twice before seeing her small figure, huddled there, alone. She was singing a sad, sorrowful tune, with her lovely voice.

He made his way over and listened to her singing, not making his presence known until her voice grew hoarse and her melody ceased into soft crying.

She looked up and managed to smile at him through her tears, and it broke his heart.

 
 
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11 September 2010 @ 10:09 am
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1. studying

He stares at her from afar, watching her from the doorway of the classroom. She's studying intently and does not notice his gaze, so he continues to observe her. There are others in the classroom as well, lounging around and talking and socializing with each other. But not her. She's bent over her desk, concentrating on her algebra assignment. Whilst the others are gossiping and yelling about, the only sound he takes in her murmuring. She's repeating to herself the question, repeating the method and how to go about completing it. It amuses him how she does that, especially when she openly shouts, "Oh!" when she's finally understood it. The others glance in her direction curiously at her outbursts, but she takes no notice and continues on with a smile.

When she's finished, she hums to herself and finally looks up and notices his gaze, meeting his eyes and tilting her head peculiarly. He gives her a small smile and finally makes his way over to her desk, and she grins back at him.

 
 
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11 September 2010 @ 09:52 am
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from 11_glances @ lj.

links are either here on dw or to ff.net~
all are drabbles, and all are hk/taiwan.
relationship between the two is vague, how to interpret is up to the reader.


1. studying
dreamwidth // fanfiction.net

2. singing in the rain
dreamwidth // fanfiction.net

3. flower ; rose
dreamwidth // fanfiction.net

4. pain
dreamwidth // fanfiction.net

5. "I love you"
dreamwidth // fanfiction.net

6. notebook; diary
dreamwidth.org // fanfiction.net

7. hug!
dreamwidth // fanfiction.net

8. take a gamble
dreamwidth // fanfiction.net

9. "I really hate you"
dreamwidth // fanfiction.net

10. look my way; glance
11. denim shirt
12. pause
13. chocolate
14. gossip
15. loser

 
 
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