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Prasong = Thailand

Jaime = Philippines

It was getting late, and moonlight was starting to stream through Thailand's apartment window. Thailand had spent the day showing Philippines around his capital, and now he was tired-they had another day of touring Bangkok ahead of them tomorrow.

"Prasong!" Philippines said, taking a seat next to Thailand on the sofa. "Got any plans for tonight, mahal?"

Thailand looked at him; given that they were able to communicate with the universal tongue that all personifications intrinsically knew, it wasn't super often that either of them used their native languages when it was just the two of them. Except perhaps when they got intimate.

"I didn't have anything in mind, Jaime," Thailand said, not quite sure of where this was going-and with his boyfriend, it could be anywhere. Though he didn't really mind that much-Philippines's spontaneity was one of things Thailand loved about him.

"What?" Philippines said, grinning slightly. "I know I taught you some of the languages from my place. Don't tell me you forgot?"

"No, of course I haven't," Thailand said. "And you haven't forgotten Thai, have you, thirak?"

Philippines's face flushed slightly, but he leaned closer.

"Come on, I didn't spend that much time with you learning your language just to forget it, dear," he said, saying the term of endearment in English.

"If I recall correctly, you were more interested in cuddling, thirak," Thailand said, though his smile remained on his face to show he was teasing.

"Aw, come on, Prasong," Philippines said, pouting. "I just wanted to spend time with you. And of course I wanted to learn your language. It's yours, waan jai."

Thailand swallowed and he was most definitely not blushing; he did not blush.

Thailand reached up and cupped Philippines's face.

"So you do remember," he said. "I remember yours, too, mahal," Thailand said. And to prove he hadn't forgotten the other language Philippines had taught him, he added, this time in English, "I love you."

"Phom rak khun," Philippines whispered, and he closed the distance between them.

Thailand returned the kiss; if this was what Philippines had had in mind when he'd asked what they were doing tonight, he really couldn't complain.

Translations:

Mahal - Love (Tagalog)

Thirak - My love (Thai)

Waan Jai - Sweetheart (Thai)

Phom rak khun - I love you (Thai)