"Estonia, I'm coming in" turning the knob, you entered the wonders of your friend's room. He was sitting at his desk using his computer like always. Smiling, you stalked over to the male and latching your hands over his shoulders. Said male was startled and nearly fell off his chair.
Looking upwards, he blushed at the gentle smile you always wore. He loved that smile of yours and would do anything for you. However, you did not like people doing or buying you things unless you could repay them. This was not one of those situations...
"Is there anything I can do for you?" you pleaded once more. Ever since Estonia offered to do your research paper, you've been trying to do something for the male in return. Each time you asked, he would brush it off saying things like this were nothing. "Anything at all? You know I am not comfortable doing this..." you pouted.
Estonia's blush worsen. He thought your smile was beautiful and heartwarming, but your pouts made you look childishly cute. He held his chin between his thumb and index finger, wondering if there was anything he needed, but nothing came to mind. Shaking his head no, he flashed you an apologetic look.
For the moment, you gave up and hung your head low. A nudge hit the ankle of your right leg. Down below was Estonia's friend, a round plush-like creature he refer to as a mochi. This mochi seemed sad and was using your ankle for comfort.
"Estonia, which mochi is this one?" you asked picking the creature in your arms. It was so soft and squishy, but kept shedding tears. Estonia turned in his chair and trying remembering one of his many mochi in your arms.
"That's... Spain"
"Oh, but last time I saw him, did it not have a tomato on its head? Where did it go?" you had pointed out. Suddenly, you now knew how to repay Estonia. "How about I care for it to pay you back?"
Seeing how happy you were with the idea, Estonia could not say no. He gave you permission to care for the mochi until he finished your work.
Walking downstairs into the kitchen, you placed the small Spain mochi on the counter. It pained you to see the thing sob. Opening the fridge, a tomato was taken out. Under warm water, fingers carefully washed it clean while a light hum echoed from your throat.
Your hum seemed to have calmed the mochi as it began rubbing against your arm.
Finally finished with the research paper, Estonia walked downstairs to check up on things. A blush sprawled over his face seeing you laying on the couch with his Spain mochi cuddling next to you peacefully asleep.
If he was able to see something like this, Estonia would gladly invite you over more often.