Back
hong kong is back home now. /for doro, her second valentines present/
It was so long since he had felt her small hands in his larger ones. Her skin was fair, untainted so far, delicate, and he found himself unable to let go.
He didn't really want to.
His eyes raised to hers, who were as bright as he remembered. Her hair shone in the light that come from the windows, and it looked as silky and smooth as he last saw it. Save for the small changes of age, Taiwan didn't change all all.
She smiled slightly at him, and a feverish blush decorated her fair skin. Her eyes lowered slightly, and she bit her bottom lip.
He let go of her hands, and instead, pulled her by the arm and held her, just like that. She fit into his embrace tightly, and he couldn't help but think how perfect that moment was.
She smelt like the flowers she liked to care for.
Hong Kong ran his thicker fingers through her hair, and let out a soft sigh. Taiwan's hair only grew longer and thicker, but the feeling was the same.
He was home.
Home.
And it was incredibly sad and stupid of him not to realise how much he had missed her.
"I missed you." He whispers into the air, eyes looking at his panda which was sitting on the wooden table. His case, small, since he didn't need a lot, was laid beside a chair, discarded for now.
Taiwan gasps, and the movement of her body told him that she was about to cry, and her strangled sobs had confirmed it.
"Don't cry," Hong Kong finally voices, in an unusually caring tone. "I'm back now."
She only nodded when she berried herself on his shoulder, bawling away years of repented loneliness and emptiness.
Hong Kong closed his eyes.