"Why are you staring at me? Usually it's the other way around, isn't it?"
"B-but how do you do that?!"
Iceland continued to stare at Hong Kong's martial arts forms. The silver-haired teenager sat on the concrete of their school's basketball court, his jacket flung to the side and his sweatpants and t-shirt practically billowing with the strong wind. He stared in awe as the Asian boy focused on the sword held in his hand, a decorative prop, of course, as no weapons were allowed on school grounds. He brought the sword up to his eye line, holding his other hand in a defensive position at his side and bringing on foot up to reach the other's knee, balancing on his toes. The sun rose just a tiny bit more over the horizon, sending a splash of sunshine to illuminate his position for a minute, reflecting off the sword, before he slowly changed his position to face Iceland.
"How do I do what?"
"All that balancing. In these hurricane-force winds. I'm so clumsy I could trip over my own feet. How do you manage a whole minute in that awkward position on those toes? Like, you're only using one foot."
Hong King smirked. The red jacket and pants he wore showed no movement but for the wind.
"You haven't seen anything yet"
"W-what?"
"Would you like to spar with me or just watch me?"
"Watch," Iceland replied quickly, not intending to make a fool of himself in front of a trained martial artist. Hong Kong kept his amused expression as he tilted his head and let out a small "aww" of disappointment.
"Just hurry up, I still have to go home and eat breakfast."
"You know you wanna watch me."
"Will you stop it and hurry? You're just as bad as Norway."
"So you want me to hurry? Suit yourself."
Flinging the plastic object into the air, the he crouched the ground and swept his legs in a kick, his shoes brushing the fringe of Iceland's hair. The latter ducked, though he could get much lower than he already was. Using his hands, he maneuvered himself to Iceland's right side, and flipped backwards, kicking at an invisible enemy. His hands and feet moved like lightning and Iceland was slightly apprehensive about his own safety as twisted his head, trying to keep track of his best friend's movement around him. The circular movements quickly brought Hong Kong back to where he was originally, where he caught the sword, pushing it so the tip was right above Iceland' heart. For a moment, both stayed still.
Hong Kong threw his sword to the side and in a second he was sitting millimeters from Iceland's face, cross-legged as if he were doing so all along.
"How was that?"
"Can you get out of my face first? Thanks."
"There. That's a more Ice-like response."
Iceland leaned back on his hands and shuffled back a bit, but he definitely didn't feel the wind as strongly as before. Hong Kong couldn't help but smirk.
"Well, I have to go home for breakfast now. Can't use the jogging excuse forever."
Slipping into his jacket, Iceland stood up and turned away. Hong Kong stood up, hands on his waist. Iceland didn't move.
"Well?" the red one asked.
"I'm not even going to ask."
"C'mon. I know you wanna…"
Iceland sighed, "Fine… Th-that was pretty neat. Mind teaching me some time…"
He stutters were interrupted by an arm flung over his shoulder, and he bent sideways under his friend's weight.
"I thought it would take forever for you to ask that. We can start today, how's that? Today I'll teach you some cool stuff this afternoon. I have some really awesome kicks to teach you. That way you won't have to run from that stupid American bully anymore…"
"I do not run from that idiot!"
"Hahaha… your face!"
The silver-haired one rolled his eyes and decided to tolerate the annoying jabber mouth. For now.