disclaimer: all i do is running around. fortunately, no one shoots me.

so.

back to the fact that portugal allies himself with england because he's not with with machine - portugal, did you even try? or the thing you're trying to repair has already broken beyond belief?

possibly the latter.


Day 11: Wearing kigurumi.


One morning, Portugal signs for a package that is delivered to Macau's house. There are Japanese printings on the cardboard, and Portugal has to eye it cautiously. He knows his England's Japanese girlfriend sometimes can be mischievous to the scary level. What if it's a thing to prank Macau?

But the postcard says 'as you requested', that means Macau probably knows it. He calls her:

"Macau, Japan sends something to you."

"Really?" Her head pops out from the kitchen. "It's finally here." She claps her head, and doesn't meet his eyes as she takes the package and walks a little too quickly to her bedroom. Oh, something weird is going on.

He waits for ten minutes before knocking the door, "What're you doing?"

"Nothing!" She squeaks. Yes, definitely suspicious.

"Macau, open the door, now."

"There is nothing wrong!" She says from inside, sensing exactly what he's thinking. "It's just… promise me you won't laugh."

He blinks. What?

"O-Okay. Can you come out?"

Five seconds, ten seconds, fifteen seconds, he will kick the door —

The door opens, with Macau revealing to him what was inside the Japanese package.

"What is that," He asks, flabbergasted at what he's looking at. Standing in front of him with her most awkward expression, Macau is dressed in some sort of hooded onesie that has a look of a teddy bear with light brown fur and white belly. The hood is currently pulling over her hair being where the ears and the eyes are. He notices the eyes are rather big.

"Kigurumi." She mutters, cheeks pink and voice soft. "I… I think it's cute, so I kind of want to show you. It's not that I like being cute in front of you or anything! Don't you dare laughing!"

He's smiling, though, twirling her hair with his fingers. "It's perfect." He says, hot breath against her cheeks and Macau, as usual, goes very stiff to keep her knees from going weak. "You'll definitely make the most comfortable pillow in the world."


notes: i'm dread thinking of next week.