It was the night of the ball, Singapore came in a simple black dress but had no date so he went over to the garden to get some fresh air. "Wouldn't you like to know..."Singapore spat back."My, my..What a feisty little guy we have here eh..." the voice said back. "Aiya, I'm sick of talking to the shadows. Come out already lah!"Singapore shouted at the mysterious voice. "Don't need to shout my dear...And may I add that you look ravishing under the moonlight?" the voice said as it stepped out of the shadows, revealing a masked man in a black tuxedo.
The Chinese man started to close in on the other while saying, "Would you care to dance?"The Singaporean backed off, shaking his head while saying, "I can dance by myself just fine lah!" "Oh well I don't think you can multiply yourself to dance the tango right?"The Chinese man grabbed the other wrist as he started to lead him in a passionate round of tango dancing, leaving the other to barely keep up with him.
"Oi! Slow down ah!" the Singaporean exclaimed."Oh, sorry. It's just that I get a bit too carried away with dancing at times..."he said, letting go of the other's rather sore wrist. HK apologised for being so rough. SG finally lost it "Who gives you the damn to treat someone like this huh?" Tripping over a rock or smth, he fell onto HK. "Seems like you fell for me eh?" the Chinese man said to the other."N-no! I-I didn't lah!" the Singaporean retorted, somewhat blushing. He could not resist the mysterious a rather dangerous aura of the other. He didn't know what was happening to him. His chest was tightening, his heart rates rising, his face feeling rather hot..."What is this feeling...?" the Singaporean thought to himself. The Chinese man leaned in even closer."I believe it's called Love, my dear."Before the Singapore could even wonder how the other found out what he was thinking, he was pulled into a long and passionate kiss right on the lips. It seemed like a dream, for those few moments, everything seemed perfect.
The Singaporean pulled away and wiped his lips, blushing even harder. Quietly and silently, he whispered to himself "I dun even know who u are..." From afar, Japan's voice was heard "Singapore!" SG turned and stood up, without saying a word, he ran off. Being under the Japanese was though, he was tortured at moments and always humiliated, Japan wasn't the peaceful quiet person everyone knew. SG was one of those who knows his true self. HK sat there and realised he was wearing a mask all that long, making SG unable to recognise him.
The Singaporean quickly ran up to the Japanese man and started to bow profusely and apologise."Syonan-to. You know I don't like you being late right?"The Singaporean bowed her head down and mumbled, "Please ,don't hit me again.." his tears start to blur his vision once more. The Japanese man unsheathed his katana."Did you want me to punish you even harder today, Syonan-to?" he said in a deep, unnerving voice. The Singaporean understood that if he refused more, the worse the punishment would be so he mumbled a soft, faint "Hai.." and braced himself for the punishment to come. As the Japanese raised his katana, planning to slice off the Singaporean's arm, the Chinese man appeared from nowhere and grabbed the Japanese man's arm. SG looked up as tears continued to flow. The Chinese screamed out "run now!" The Singaporean nodded and took the opportunity to escape.
The Japanese man pulled his arm away and looked at the Chinese man, "who are you?" The Chinese glared at him, "it's none of your concern." With that, the Chinese man ran to find the Singaporean. Not far from the garden, he found the Singaporean, sobbing. "Hey, where's your shoe?" The Chinese said as he knelt down, realising that the Singaporean's leg was injured. He faced his back towards the Singaporean and carried him up, "I'll carry you to your home." SG blushed after hearing that, he stayed silent and let the masked Chinese man carried him back home…