You excitedly reach your hand into the hat, wondering who you would get of the handsome men around you. Well, you did hope for a certain one, not that you'd ever tell anyone. Blushing already, you pulled out a...
Bright Red iPod!
Gasping, you spin to locate who it belonged to. You knew that it was Hong Kong, hardly ever seeing him without being plugged into it. Startlingly enough, he was right behind you, catching you from spinning too far away.
"____," you flush, hearing him say your name that way, "I was hoping you'd pick me." he says, grinning and leading you to the closet.
"Wha-what?" you struggle to hold reality as darkness surrounds you and the handsome country, "Why?"
"Because, you dork," he giggles, grabbing your hands and pulling you down to the floor, "You like the same music as me!"
You fall from your high, sad that was the reason, "Oh..."
"Well," he murmurs, placing an ear-bud into your ear closer to him and pressing play, "That and..." as he trails off, you hear a song playing.
I love you one, a-two, a-three
Shoe-be-do
I love you four, that's more
Than I can afford
And I can tell some day,
That I'm gonna say the truth...
Hong Kong pulls you onto his lap, carefully lifting you onto his lap and switching songs,
Baby you light up my world like nobody else,
The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed,
But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell,
You don't know,
Oh oh,
You don't know you're beautiful
You blush, smiling stupidly at your hands while he flips songs again.
If you ever leave me baby,
Leave some morphine at my door
'Cause it would take a whole lot of medication
To realize what we used to have,
We don't have it anymore
He doesn't communicate with words very well, you knew that as you stared into his deep amber eyes. You also realized that you didn't mind and you bit you lip, debating what to do next, whether what you wanted to do was right. Suddenly, you knew what was right so you kissed him, softly, sweetly.
The kiss wasn't a lot, but it was enough from the country who didn't talk a lot. You loved that he still wanted to kiss you and hold you as you two shuffled through his playlist of various romantic songs.
You tangled your hands into his hair and you feel him switch songs as the door opens.
Sometimes somethin' beautiful happens
In this world
You don't know how to express yourself
So you just gotta sing...
Laughing loudly, you rip the ear-bud from your ear and help pull Hong Kong from the floor, walking to the couch where you sit with him and listen to music, holding hands, before you both fall asleep.
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So this one was really short because I don't know a lot about Hong Kong.
BUT!! The good news is that once I get a lot of the cannon countries out of the way I'm gonna be working on 2p! and a few countryxcountry.
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