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Author's note:
I totally forgot about this idea. I found it in my list of Hetalia story ideas I have saved on my computer and decided to actually write it.
Also, sorry if they're out of characters (I'm just paranoid), it's my first time writing these two.
Translations (in order of appearance):
(Russian)
Kitaĭ (Китай): China
(Simplified Chinese)
Ài(爱): love
"Kitaĭ?" Russia called as he wandered around his house for the Chinese nation that he called his boyfriend.
"I'm in here, Ài!" China called. His voice sounded like it was coming from the study.
Russia smiled and opened the door. The Russia quickly moved his hands behind his back, hiding a box wrapped in wrapping paper.
China smiled; he made his way over to Russia and stole a quick kiss.
"I have a gift for you, Kitaĭ." Russia said, pulling the box from behind his back.
China looked up at the Russia nation, surprised, "Why?"
"Open it."
"I can't, aru."
"Why not?"
"It's not proper etiquette, aru."
Russia frowned, pushing the gift to his lover, "I won't tell."
"But—"
"It's special." The Russian nation smirked.
China frowned—it wasn't proper, but Russia kept on insisting. Well, it wouldn't hurt anything, now would it?
"Alright, aru," China sighed.
Before he could comprehend it, Russia had thrust the gift into his hands. The Russian wouldn't stop urging the Chinese man to open it.
China gently tore at the red paper to reveal a plain, cardboard box.
"Open the box."
China eyed him suspiciously, but gave in. He opened the flaps to find a T-shirt carefully folded inside. He picked it up, dropping the box down to the wooden floor.
The T-shirt had the words "I'M ONE WITH RUSSIA!" printed across the upper part of the white fabric with the Russian flag plastered on the middle.
"You like it, da?" Russia smiled happy, oblivious to China's confused expression.
Russia would never learn.
Author's note:
Reviews make Rachel happy. =) (Why did I just write that in third person?)