A/N: Yay! Reviews! I shooo happy! Thanks to everyone who reviewed(Yes, all 5 of you!), and to everyone who is following this series! And for everyone who asked(A whooping 1 person), there WILL be a JapanxPhilippines chapter. Whoohoo! I might consider doing others that aren't already on my list. If you have someone you would like to see paired with my Philippines OC, or see a picture of my Philippines OC, just shoot me a message! So, here it is! Chapter 2! KOREA! ^.^
22 Ways to Say "I Love You"
Ch. 2: 당신을 사랑합니다(Dangsin-eul salanghabnida)
It is going to be a peaceful day. It is. So why can't I shake the feeling that something weird was going to happen?
Deciding to just brush it off as waking up on the wrong side of the bed, I walk to the bathroom, sighing when I see my awful behead in the mirror. Why won't you stay down? You're the reason why HE doesn't find me pretty! I think angrily, glaring at the obnoxious curl atop my head. It always stands up, curving slightly out and to the right. Well, it always stands up when it was sunny at home, anyways. When it's rainy, it just hangs there, which is more annoying than having it curled up. And days when there is a tropical storm...Don't even get me started on that.
After spending a gel-filled hour of frustration, I storm out of the bathroom, curl still sticking up. Yeah, after an hour, I give up. It's part of my daily routine. I begin making my breakfast, which consists of rice and a little bit of last night's fish. What? I can't go wasting anything.
I spent the rest of the morning doing my normal routine: cooking lunch, feeding my animals, cleaning my house, farming, eating lunch, cleaning my house again, and farming one last time. After the last farming session, I take a shower.
So, here I am, getting undressed in my bathroom, when I feel a draft. Turning my head towards the window, I notice the curtains fluttering slightly. Not even thinking about the fact that I'm in my underwear, I pull open the curtains to reveal an open window and a certain weird and perverted Asian country outside of it.
"KOREA!" I shriek, picking up the nearest object- which is a broom, stored behind the door for cleaning emergencies- and start smacking him with it. Why is he always doing stuff like this!
"Aya! That hurts, Phili-AYA!" Korea yells quite unmanly-like. I continue to smack him with the broom, but then I realize that people are looking at me through the window. Embarrassed, I cover my self up with the shower curtain.
"Korea! You're dead!" I scream after him as he runs away, limping. I managed to fight down the fierce blush across my cheeks, hoping he didn't notice. That bastard could use it for blackmail.
I few hours later- after I make sure to lock my bathroom window so I could actually take a shower- I'm preparing dinner and I notice that I'm out of rice. I'M OUT OF RICE? WHAT?
I race out of the house in disbelief, mentally scolding myself for not realizing this sooner. Half way to the market, though, I hear a cry that sounded much like a China whose vital regions were being attacked. I turn towards the cry and find that I was correct: China's vital regions were under attack by none other than Korea. Sighing, I shake my head. Why is he doing that to someone other than me? I mean: When will he learn to grow up? He may be several hundreds of years older than me, but his brain had not matured past the age of 10.
I briskly walk up behind the touchy-feely country, grab the back of his collar, and drag him back to my house. The rice could wait; he needed to know my feelings-I mean, grow up NOW. Upon arriving, I push him down into a chair stare him sternly in the eyes.
"Korea, why are you molesting Kuya China?" I ask, barely remembering to not add the "and not me" at the end. His eyes flutter nervously around, refusing to meet mine. I sigh; yet another childish aspect to this guy. "Seriously, you're such a kid..." I mutter. All of a sudden, the situation changed. His eyes snap up to meet mine, and when they do, there is a passionate- I mean, fierce look in them. He pulls me down sexily- I mean, angrily, so that our noses are touching.
"You're the LAST person I want to hear that from," Korea growls in my ear. I just stand there shocked; I've never seen Korea so sexy- I mean: like this before. Then, a smirk creeps its way up to my lips. I quickly hide it, ready to put on a show.
"Hey, Korea...Do you not love me?" I ask with a quivering voice, looking up at him with teary puppy-dog eyes. I smirk inwardly when I notice the blush spreading across his face and the pleasantly shocked look in his eyes.
"Eh...Um...I-I-I Wouldn't s-say that I don't necessarily l-love y-you..." he stammers, twiddling his thumbs, eyes flitting this way and that. Hehe...I got him. I lit my face up with not-so-fake joy.
"You do? So...You wouldn't mind if I did...this?" I ask, lacing my fingers through his. He looks nervously from our intertwined hands to my face, but when he sees the slight smirk present there, a smirk of his own appears.
"Playing dirty, huh?" he says huskily-which I didn't know was possible for the ADHD Asian. I open my mouth to remind him that holding hands wasn't dirty, and he takes this as a sign from God to shove his tongue down my throat. I knew he would be a violent lover. After what seemed like hours of dirty kissing, we pulled away, our hands still laced together.
"Well then, I have to go buy some rice," I say calmly, smirking in anticipation of his response. I stand up and walk towards the door, looking over my shoulder to see his face; the expression on it was that of a toddler who just dropped the biggest ice cream cone of his life on the ground. Feeling my heart break a little at this, I smile warmly at him and stretch out an open hand. "Wanna come with me?"
That little hyperactive mess of dark brown hair violently nods, his face now lit up with joy. I laugh; he's just like a child. Oh well. He bounds up to me and pulls me into a spine-crushing bear hug.
"Dangsin-eul salanghabnida, Philly," he murmurs into my hair, and I smile with joy knowing that this little ADHD, hyperactive, always-on-crack chronic groper was forever mine to tease...and of course, to love.
A/N: Yeah, this was probably worse than the first chapter(If that's even possible!). Philly is very denial-ish in this once. Hence, all the mind changes(bold phrase, followed by "I mean"...they were crossed out, but computers hate me so, yeah). I wanted to do this one so bad, but, as expected, Korea is hard to write love for. He's so...weird. But, it was fun writing this. I hope you guys enjoy this! REviews please! My minions are still hungry! :D
