He's always been obedient.
He listens to countless complaints, tells others what they want to hear, only speaks up when expected to.
And he always keeps himself from what he truly wishes for. He's been practicing self restraint since the day China found him and he's proud of it.
But as he stares at the straw-colored hair, the too ambitious eyes, the ever dazzling Hollywood smile, he can't help the feeling of lust, want, desire bubbling up.
Hey, he deserves this though, right? After centuries of bending over backwards for the sake of keeping everyone—his people—happy, there's nothing wrong with indulging himself this time.
America just looks away, feigning indifference at Japan's gaze.
But the unspoken words already slip out of his mouth before he can catch them and Japan feels the need to block his ears from the silence.
Just this once, he didn't want to comply.
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