England snapped out of his thoughts, panting lightly. Dammit. He sat up, looking out at the living room, frowning. He didn't want to mention anything about it. No, not after they had sex. But later, when he was still here. He wanted to talk about that incident, hoping to cope with the Chinese nation.
China was humming as he cooked, letting his senses wander as he stir-fried, mixed, and boiled. Cooking was a way to keep his mind off things.
Hong Kong came through, making his presence known. "I'm back," he said. "Gege?"
"Ah! Hong Kong, aru!" China called out from the kitchen. "You're back."
"Mm," HK looked into the kitchen. Was China standing in an awkward position? It looked uncomfortable. "Are you making dinner?"
China put down the spoon and turned to face the other. "Mmhm. Why? Did you already eat, aru?"
Hong Kong shook his head no. "Where's-"
"Arthur, aru?" China finished, back to his work, "Asleep, I think. Don't disturb him."
England wasn't asleep at all though. Clearly, he was awake. As he heard the lad coming in again, it was best for him to stay in his room, not wanting the boy to see him like this.
Hong Kong was about to go into the bedroom anyways when China threw a ladle at him, intentionally missing. "No! I said don't, aru. Manners."
Hong Kong shrugged his shoulders and sat on the couch. "I'll wait, then."
China sighed. "Well, dinner's ready, anyways, aru. I'm going to take a bath."
"Why?"
"Does it matter?"
"No, not really."
"Okay then, aru. I'll be back."
"Are you limping?"
Overhearing the conversation (these walls were too thin), England sat up and got off the bed. "I'm up, I'm up. I'm coming-" he stopped, looking down at his clothing, covered in semen. "…in a bit." he added as he changed into new clothing.
He finally went out the room, seeing that the Chinese nation was about to leave. He looked over a Hong Kong and forced a smile, hopefully convincing him.
Hong Kong heard England call out, and listen to the fold of fabric.
China smirked, but didn't say anything other then, "Don't be wasteful."
Hong Kong gave a fake smile back to England, a bit confused as to the behavior of everyone recently. "Sooooo..." he started.
England walked over to Hong Kong, bending a bit. "What would you like to do tomorrow, lad?" he asked the other. "Tomorrow, I think we should have some time together."
"I don't know?" Hong Kong sounded confused. What could they do tomorrow? "What did you have in mind?"
China didn't take any extra time getting to the bath house. Oh, he needed this~ It was wonderful.
England frowned and began to think. "Oh. W-Well . . . what day is it tomorrow? I mean, what do we have to do?" he asked, curious about it.
"We stay at home," Hong Kong said matter-of-factly. "Why?" He crossed and uncrossed his ankles in awkward silence. "I mean...I guess we can always play a game...?"
England nodded. Well, that sucks. "Alright then, we'll do what you want to do. How about that?" he suggested. Besides, this stay was meant to be for him to bond with the young one anyways. This was finally the chance to do it, even if they couldn't do anything outside.
Hong Kong sort of gave him an awkward look. "Uh. Sure," he said, giving England a blank look. "Why was Gege in pain?" He finally asked.
England blinked, turning red immediately, and looked away. "Oh, well . . you see . ." he paused. One thing he wasn't good with was lying. Especially to Hong Kong. "Well, h-he fell. ." he finally said. "He fell badly, on his arse too." he added.
Hong Kong ovbiously didn't believe him, but before he had the chance to correct him, China came back,
"I'm back, aru~ Hong Kong? Arthur?" He called, feeling a lot better than earlier. "Did you both eat?"
Hong Kong looked over. "Yes, Gege," He said, holding up a bowl of almost-finished rice and pork.
China smiled. "Good boy," he said. Although he was still limping, he was doing a good show of hiding it, and went to his room to most likely slee-
"Aiya," China mumbled to himself about the mess left there.
Hong Kong kept silent.
Hearing the yelp from the other room, England looked away and continued to eat, pretending that it wasn't a big deal. "Are you okay?" he yelled back at the Chinese nation in the room, half-jokingly.
"You are the messiest person I've seen yet, ahen!" China scorned, poking his head out of the doorway. "And I deal with Yong Soo a lot."
Hong Kong let a sort of laughing sound escape his throat. He gave England a glance over to see him giving a sort of smile at his question. "What do you mean?" HK asked.
England scoffed at the comment. "Oh please, Yao. It's only clothing. ." he muttered. Of course, he knew wasn't exactly complaining about the clothing.
Hear Hong Kong's question, he chuckled. "Ah, it was just a- . . . ah, never mind . . ." he told him, sighing lightly. "Forget about it." he added, smiling at the other.
China mumble of dissatisfaction, but went back into the bedroom to clean up. There was a little bit of ruckus, but China came back out about ten minutes later, with a sour look on his face. He sauntered over to the couch to sit in between Hong Kong and England.
Hmph. Forget about it? 'He was just about to say,' Hong Kong thought, looking past China and giving an unamused stare.
"What was going to happen tomorrow, aru?" China asked Hong Kong, trying to ease the tension in the air.
"Oh, uh. I'm not sure," HK replied, a little surprised at the sudden question from China.
England glanced at the two as he finished eating his meal, setting it aside. "Well, what Hong Kong told me was that tomorrow, we couldn't even leave the house." he stated. He sighed and looked at Hong Kong. "So it's up to you on what you want to do since, well, we can't even do anything at all . . ." he added.
China gave a little choke. "Oh, that's right. Tomorrow was- ...Oops."
"'Oops'?" Hong Kong asked, cocking an eyebrow up. "What do you mean by that?"
China waved it off, completely avoiding the question. "I'm sure you'll find something to do, aru."
Hong Kong made a face, standing up. "I'm going to bed."
Concerned, England frowned as he saw t he boy's discomfort. "Lad, are you okay?" he decided to ask, furrowing his brows.
"I'm fine," Hong Kong said, turning on his heel and leaving to his room.
"Hmm," China muttered, resting his head in his hands. "Sleep would probably be good, ahen."
"Al . . . Alright. . ." England muttered, seeing Hong Kong leaving to his room. He looked back at China. "I'm actually worried for the lad . . . Is he okay?" he asked in a low tone, ignoring what China had said just before.
"He's upset no one's telling him anything, ahen," China said, turning to face England, "I mean, he's been asking questions that haven't been answered. I understand his frustration." He arched his back, stretching his muscles and popping his joints. "Uhg," China muttered to himself, "I'm really tired, aru." He himself stood up and was ready to go to bed. "Coming, ahen?"
England looked down, gritting his teeth "Well he's going to have to know anyways ..." he muttered to himself. He stood up, looking at China. "Yes, yes. I'll be with you in a moment." he groaned, stretching his arms. He walked into the room, and- The bed was gone. England blinked. His bed was gone. "China," he called out. "My bed was stolen in less than five minutes . . ."
China came up behind him, looking over his shoulder. "No, I took it apart. It's really a waste of space, ahen. Is that a problem?" he asked, lightly pushing aside England to get to the single bed, stretching again.
England blinked. "Oh. Urm, no. Not at all." he answered. He sat on the bed, looking back at China. "You don't mind sleeping with me on the same bed now?" he asked, smiling a bit.
"I do," China said matter-of-factly, "But that temporary bed was a hassle to avoid, ahen." He leaned back so that his upper body was lying down. "Plus I'm sure it wouldn't last much longer if we were to-" China stopped mid-sentence. "Let's just say your little 'punishments' caused more damage than to just me, ahen." He turned his head to England, looking up with an icy glare. "You owe me for that."
England chuckled and laid down on the bed, cuddling up close to the Chinese nation. "Yea, I apologize for that behavior . . ." he whispered. He wrapped his arms around China's waist, lightly kissing him on the forehead.
"Hmph," China didn't make any tug or objection to the touches, but he was still obviously sore on the matter. "Whatever, ahen," he grumbled, dismissing it. "Just go to sleep and leave me in peace."
England laughed and nodded. "Alright alright." he mumbled, holding the nation in his hands as he lowered his eyes, frowning now. He had hurt him again, didn't he, he thought. He pushed that thought aside once more and tried to drift off into deep sleep.