"Aiyaaa, why do you want to know so badly?"
"Because I want to know if America was just being a jerk when he said it!"
"What did he say, _?"
"Well…umm…y'know about…America said it made you look even more like a woman..."
"…"
"…But if you show me, I bet he is all wrong!"
"…"
"…Err, just a quick peek? No one will see if it embarrasses you, promise!"
China gave you a weird look and let out a long sigh.
"Will you leave me alone if I show you?" he asked reluctantly.
"Mmhmm. But you have to let me do it," You replied smugly.
Before he could so much as utter a word of protest, you swiftly rushed up to him and reached for his tempting ponytail. You quickly pulled the elastic hair tie, resulting in his locks to flow freely off to the side.
"Let me just adjust a few things here and there…" you fixed and smoothed his hair so that it was now framing his face while China stood there, both shocked and nervous to have you stand this close to him. How close your face was to his. How nice the feeling of someone playing with his hair felt.
And wow.
America was wrong on so many levels.
A light pink blush dusted you cheeks at how attractive he looked. (Not to say he doesn't always look attractive to you).
"Geez, China," you whispered.
"What…Was America right? I bet you think I do look more womanly," China responded, turning away from you slightly out of embarrassment.
You rolled your eyes and quickly embraced him.
"No, not at all. China, you should leave your hair down more because I personally think you look even more like a man."
(And hot.)