Uzbekistan was sitting on a park bench with Hong Kong, his hand on hers, both of them enjoying the quiet day. Occasionally, she would sneak a glance over to him, smiling to herself at how cute he was, especially when his nose would get cold and he'd bury it into his scarf to try and stay warm. But before he could notice her stare, she'd turn back to the view in front of her, which helped to disguise the smile. "Uzbekistan?" Uzbekistan immediately turned back to him, eyes wide with the fear that he had caught her staring.
"Yes?"
"It's England's fault."
"What?" He closed his eyes.
"It was a curse." She frowned slightly, moving closer to him.
"A curse? About what?" Worried, Uzbekistan shifted slightly, her eye contact wavering.
"My eyebrows, they weren't like this until England put a curse on me." Hong Kong squeezed her hand, his eyes searching hers for something unexplainable. The two of them sat in silence for a moment, but another smile found its way onto her face.
"Oh, Hong Kong!" Uzbekistan smiled, wondering how an amazing guy like Hong Kong, could be worried about his eyebrows. "Don't worry. It makes you… cute." He nodded silently, but still gazed down at her. "Er, Hong Kong?" Is it something I said? she thought curiously. Hong Kong's lips slowly pulled into a grin. He chuckled softly at Uzbekistan's confusion.
"I'm trying to pick the cutest part about you." Uzbekistan's cheeks turned a bright shade of red and she looked away. Even in the coldest weather, he can still make my heart melt.
