Getting back to the story, I apologize for not getting this out sooner. There's one more chapter until the Christmas special, so get ready for more. God I'm tired...
*Indonesia's name is Amita Kartawijaya
"... What?"
"Like I said before. I want to become your wingman."
"... You're really odd sometimes, you know that?" Malaysia gave out an exasperated sigh, slouching down slightly. "I mean, I guess you can be my wingman. But why?"
Singapore gave out a small shrug. "It sounds fun. Plus, I'll get to see if he's really good enough for you."
"What are you, my mom?" Malaysia was tired. So... incredibly tired of the stuff he was trying to do. She could see why he would do something like this, since he might be bored and curious. And it's two combinations she dislikes from Singapore. It's just the fact that he might be a terrible wingman just churns her stomach. Why was she dealing with plans again? Malaysia was done with plans.
Singapore got out his phone from his back pocket and started to text. Malaysia didn't understand what was going on at all. When he finished punching in the last buttons from the keypad, he slipped the phone back into his pocket and sighed while slicking his hair back.
"Okay. I called Amita already, since this wouldn't be fun without her." He explained.
"... You what?"
Suddenly, the meeting room doors opened. A girl with a high pony tail and a blue flower tucked behind her ear heaved open the doors with a big push. Her face was flushed red while holding her phone in her hand.
"We get a chance to make fun of Damia! LET'S DO IT!" She cheered.
Malaysia groaned while Singapore hid his laughter behind his hand, trying to remain calm. After a few snorts and giggles, Singapore and Indonesia finally calmed themselves down. Singapore sat in a chair to ease himself, the laughter never truly faded away. He let his head fall onto the surface of the table. Indonesia looked away from the angry Malaysian, trying not to chuckle even more.
"Y-your face l-looks so funny!" Indonesia spluttered. Malaysia groaned in response.
"Why are you making fun of me now, la? We used to make fun of Singapore together you traitor..."
"This is payback time for making me the third wheel all the time," Singapore responded from his chair. Indonesia nodded quickly while Malaysia buried her face in her hands. Indonesia pouted at the gloomy woman, poking her cheek.
"You don't have to be depressed about it. We were just fooling around. We wouldn't dare hurt our dear family."
Singapore mumbled, "I mean I would, but Amita wouldn't." She nodded quickly again.
"Besides, we came to help you! You and North Korea are slow as caterpillars when it comes to growing your relationship. I don't mean to rush into things," Indonesia gestured towards Malaysia with her hands. "But you should like, make out already. I'm tired of watching you guys with your mushy-gushy glances in meetings. It's time to take it a step further, sis."
Malaysia never knew she would turn red as much as she did today. Her jaw dropped as random sounds started to splutter out of her mouth, just trying to say something legible. "Y-you... I don't stare at him during meetings!" She denied. Indonesia and Singapore shared a knowing glance in disbelief. Malaysia ignored them and pouted. "And besides," She started twiddling her index fingers together, casting her gaze towards the ground. "He probably doesn't like me like that anyway... he probably doesn't even see me as a friend, much less a lover!"
"Eh-? You're so hung up over him, you don't see it?" Indonesia stared her down. "You really don't see it?"
She returned her gaze towards Indonesia and gave her a confused look. "See what?"
The other just gave out a huff while Singapore started dying from laughter in his chair again. Malaysia didn't want to be made out as some dense, naive fool but she couldn't figure out what the girl meant by that.
"... Why do you think he doesn't like you in that way, bodah?"
Ignoring the nickname, Malaysia raised her hand up to her chin in thought. "Well... it seems like I force him into social situations too much, and I basically researched his entire life story. Would someone really like you for that?"
"But he probably never had someone try so hard for him like that!" Indonesia countered, slamming her hand on the table. "That guy should be eternally grateful for the service you've given him."
"I mean... he already said that earlier." Malaysia deadpanned. The other girl found herself deep into thought, not even Malaysia or Singapore could tell what she could be mustering under her sleeve.
Her cheerful personality shifted to a more serious look. She snapped her fingers, "I know what we should do. Jing Yi and myself could become friends with him to learn stuff he probably never tells you!" Indonesia suggested, her aura turning brighter.
Singapore finally lifted his head off the surface of the table, facing his body towards the two women. "Yeah. Sounds like the plan."
"No, no, no." Malaysia rapidly shook her head.
"What?" The man snorted. "Afraid I'll make him gay for me?"
"You're not that good looking Jingy," Indonesia teased. "Also why can't we be friends with him?"
Malaysia sprawled her hands out in front of her with widened eyes. "Because you both will ruin everything! I have no faith in any of you guys at all! Take offense please,"
"Then what are we suppose to do Damia?" Singapore asked nonchalantly. "Hide in the bushes and when he's not looking, then we push him into you so you two can make out?"
"No!" Malaysia shouted flusteredly, balling her fists from the humiliation she had received.
Singdapore held out his hands in defense, "Okay, la. I'm sorry,"
Indonesia sighed. "This is getting boring. You're not as funny when we mess with you. But Damia, please?" She clasped her hands together and pouted. "I'm begging you. You know how badly I want to get to know him. And Jingy is kind of anti-social at times. I want us to become that one cool friend group that everyone silently agrees that they're top tier. Besides, didn't you say it was North Korea's dream to make friends and not be lonely?"
Malaysia bit her thumb nail as she thought about it. 'She is right. But I'm still a bit possessive of him. I'm being too rude I guess...'
"Fine. You guys can be his friend." She sighed.
"Well we were gonna do it anyway, whether you approved or not." Singapore shrugged. "It's the kind of thing we do." Indonesia snickered.
"Should I get more people to join in-"
"Nope. No," Malaysia interrupted, pressing a finger on her lips. "I'm done with big, extravagant plans. This is the last one and then I'm free from this strange high school drama. Anyways, we're done here. Can we get something to eat, la? I'm starving."
Singapore clicked his tongue, "You're always hungry, fatty."
"And you're always clean, neat freak." She spat back, looking down at her nails uninterested. Though inside, she felt awful about what he said. Indonesia intertwined her hands with both of the two ASEAN countries and smiled.
"Come on losers, we're going shopping." Indonesia cheered.
Malaysia wondered if this was really something they were all going to do, or they were going to forget this the next day.
They all had a good time eating out at a nearby restaurant, which surprised Malaysia. The British food there wasn't as bad as England's homemade cooking anyway. Singapore commented that he needed to go grocery shopping, which resulted in the group crashing into one of the stores. After hours of rolling down the aisles in shopping carts, getting kicked out by British employees at about three restaurants, the trio decided it was finally time to go back to their temporary homes.
Her hands were full of grocery bags as she bid farewell to them. Malaysia groaned as she hauled the heavy bags in her hands, her steps becoming heavier by the second. She felt her back straining, strength decreasing. For a nation, lately her stamina hadn't been as great as it had about several years ago. Either she had to start working out, or stop herself from eating too much food again...
The weight of the grocery bags were too much for her, as she collapsed into a nearby wall- panting and wheezing from the whole ordeal. Closing her eyes in thought, she dropped her bags to the side. She really did get lazy these past couple of years. It makes her feel like old man China.
"Damia?!"
Her eyes snapped open to see a worried North Korea, noses only inches apart from each other. While she opened her mouth in shock, North Korea leaned back as soon as he realized their close proximity.
"What are you doing?" North Korea raised an eyebrow.
Malaysia gulped before laughing nervously, "I accidentally bought too many groceries, and now I can't carry them all. I feel kind of stupid now..."
"Don't feel stupid. It's good to buy lots of food," He said. Then North Korea lifted his arm to a couple of the plastic bags, easily lugging them on his arms. Malaysia's jaw dropped.
"How can you do that?"
"Hm? Oh... I guess I'm pretty strong." North Korea huffed proudly. "After all, I have to train everyday to beat up the capitalist threat!"
"... You're still thinking about that?" She deadpanned. While he nodded, Malaysia exhaled to prevent herself from giggling to much. She got up and carried the rest of the bags on the floor. Once her gaze left the groceries, she noticed North Korea was staring at her intensely. It would've made her nervous usually, but North Korea wasn't as intimidating like he was before. "You okay, la?"
"I mean, where is your house? We need to drop these off anyway."
"Oh yeah, aha. Well it's..."
Malaysia told him the address, but North Korea looked surprised almost. Suddenly, he turned around and started walking away very quickly. She didn't know what was happening, but she tried to keep up the pace with him by speed walking faster. Since North Korea was ignoring her questions, this almost concerned the Malaysian...
Then she found herself in front of a house, looking similar to her own. North Korea heaved out a sigh before pointing his gaze towards hers.
"We live on the same street," He concluded.
Malaysia turned around to see her own house, just right across the alleyway. Her mouth formed an 'o' shape from the realization. She turned back to North Korea, who had a light blush dusted across his cheeks.
"I guess we can walk to meetings together too?" Malaysia chuckled. Then she widened her eyes and panicked. She made small hand gestures as North Korea stared in amusement. "Er- um, I mean if you want! I-if it's not too much trouble-"
"I'd like to walk to the meetings with you." North Korea said, snapping her out of her paranoia state. Malaysia's heart fluttered softly. "It's not a problem at all."
"Oh..." She wished she should've shown her gratitude more, but she couldn't say anything more than that. "Thank you..."
He lifted one of the bags from his wrist, danging it slightly for her to notice. "By the way, can we move this into your house? My arm is getting tired..."
"Ah, that's right." They walked over to her house. Malaysia unlocked the door as she walked inside the house, taking off her shoes. She smiled back at North Korea. "Do you want to stay? I have mooncake,"
"Sorry," He declined. This immediately concerned Malaysia, since he would normally never give up a chance to get free food. "I need to do something at my house. To just unload all of the luggage and all..."
"Oh, okay. I understand." Malaysia said, feeling a bit disappointed. As North Korea turned towards the door, Malaysia inhaled before blurting out. "Hwan Soo!"
North Korea stopped in his tracks to look back at her. His stern gaze made her gulp. "I... I want to thank you for helping me with the groceries. You're a really good friend!"
"That's all?" He raised an eyebrow.
"... Yes."
"It's not that big of a deal." He sighed, crossing his arms together. Surprisingly, he cracked a smile. "But you're welcome,"
"I mean, I'm kind of weak and fat nowadays so you practically saved my life when you came there on the road." Malaysia rambled before covering her mouth. Ah, she let out her big mouth of hers. She normally tries to stop self-deprecating, but her mouth never really listens to her anyway. If it did, then it would've saved her a whole lot of embarrassment.
North Korea twitched his eye. "You aren't weak or fat at all."
Malaysia shook her head, finally accepting that she made fun of herself again. "I tend to fake my confidence. It's just a fact! I haven't really trained my muscles since a couple years ago, and I gain weight easily. You can see how chubby I am anyway,"
"... Do you really think that way about yourself?"
"Haha..." Malaysia ignored the pitiful look he gave her. She waved him off, "I do."
North Korea pursed his lips up in annoyance before sighing. "I think you're perfectly fine the way you are. You may see yourself like that, but that doesn't mean others do. I can't say don't be too hard on yourself, I'd be a hypocrite... But I don't think being physically weak or being overweight is really that bad."
She glared at him. Malaysia became ill-tempered the moment he said that. "How is that not a bad thing?" She tried to keep herself from shouting, staring down at the floor to avoid his gaze. All those years of nations and people ridiculing her for how he dress tightly fits around her waist. How many decades of feeling embarrassed by the rolls on her stomach. And those times where she had to train by herself at home because she felt like she wasn't a very strong nation. And all that time, North Korea had the nerve to tick her off like that?
As she was about to speak, North Korea stopped her. "I think that being physically weak means you get mentally stronger. You have to think more statistically since your body won't be able to handle as much actions. And personally, I don't think overweightness is a bad thing."
"How can you say that?"
"Because being overweight is better then starving to death..." She was startled by his words as he twirled his hair around his finger. North Korea's voice was low and distant. "I don't think being overweight is horrible. So I'm sorry if I offended you..."
"No, no." She gulped. "I was being hostile..."
"Besides," He said. "Being overweight doesn't make you less prettier, or hurt anybody else. Society just thinks too much of it. So, just stay the way you are if that makes you happy."
Malaysia hadn't really thought of it like that. It's just she was already used to the entire world for judging her like that, so it was a shock to hear someone say that. Snapping out of her thoughts, she noticed that it already went dark out. "Oh, you should go home. It's pretty late."
"Okay," He said, putting on his shoes. Malaysia just bite her lip from embarrassment. North Korea turned to her, "Don't forget whaat I said."
"I won't," She smiled. He nodded as he walked out the door and onto the pavement. Malaysia sighed as she watched him go.
"He really is a good friend." She mumbled. Malaysia patted her stomach. "... I never thought of it like that..."
The next day was normal. No arguments or fights, it was just like old times. Malaysia concluded that going to the meetings together was a great idea. She liked the way his hair bounced as he took each step. And the way his eyes sparkled as he rambled on about various topics. After the meeting ended, North Korea came up to Malaysia but he was interrupted by a determined Indonesian. She promptly shook his hand and smiled.
"Hello! I'm Indonesia but call me Amita! Remember me? I was one of the people who locked you in a room with South Korea!" Malaysia resisted the urge to face palm at her actions.
"Huh? Oh... I vaguely recall you. Have we meet somewhere else before?" North Korea questioned.
"Haha, nope! First time we ever talked." Indonesia denied, patting his shoulder. He became startled by the action and flicked her hand away from him. But Indonesia persisted and held a firm grip on his shoulder. "Do you want to be friends?"
"U-uh I guess?"
Suddenly, Singapore appeared from behind him and bonked North on the head gently. "Hello. I'm sorry to intrude, but do you want to be friends also? I'm Singapore by the way."
"I mean um-" North Korea started, but ended up speechless as the two began to bombard him with questions. Like 'what was his favorite animal' or 'do they really have the Kim family's face plastered on every wall in the country?'. Malaysia wanted to help him desperately, but the two ASEAN nations were stubborn as can be.
She finally found the courage to step between those two and North Korea, placing her body in front of North Korea protectively. "Hey, don't overwhelm him. He's not used to people being interested in him,"
"Be less blunt about that Damia, that's kinda sad." Indonesia whispered not so silently. Malaysia ignored the comment and glared at them both. Then she sighed and turned to North Korea.
"These are my two... how you say... family-ish friends. We're close, but we hate each other." She explained. North Korea squinted at her, as if he was still confused by that statement.
"Be our friend! You seem like a nice guy and we're all very lonely." Indonesia confessed, raising her hand towards him. She smiled so genuinely, Malaysia wanted to crush her face between two boulders. "So what to do you say? I hope you'll be able to handle us, sometimes we get a little out of hand. You're so cool I'm afraid to even upset you, so say something if I'm being annoying-"
"You're annoying me." North Korea put bluntly.
The ASEAN trio all had a deadpanned look on their face. They were all disappointed, not Malaysia though.
Suddenly, North Korea began to laugh. "If I could handle Yong Soo, I wouldn't mind other people annoying me. As long as you aren't capitalists, we can be nice acquaintances." Singapore pointed his finger up.
"Actually-"
Indonesia covered his mouth with her hand and gave a forced smile. "Great! Welcome aboard haha."
North Korea pursed his lips and remained poker faced, unsure of what to do next. He was as still as a statue. This signaled Singapore to elbow Indonesia in her ribcage. "You went on too strong. You killed him," He whispered.
Malaysia rolled her eyes, but she was actually quite worried about him. North Korea could barely stand stand to be around people, much less welcome Singapore and Indonesia in open arms. She was sure that the guy was going to die from shock.
His eyes cast towards the ground, pressing his foot onto the carpet in anxiety. He finally had the courage to say something, "Oh... if I get too awkward or boring, don't say I didn't warn you."
Indonesia patted his shoulder, startling the Korean and making him take a step backwards. "It's okay. I get awkward. Damia gets awkward. Heck, Jing Yi right here is the definition of awkward!"
"Hey," Singapore said, furrowing his eyebrows. "What's that suppose to mean, la?" Indonesia stuck her tongue out, then went behind North Korea and wrapped her arms around his neck. Malaysia felt her eye twitch as she saw Indonesia give a little smirk as they made eye contact. She clenched her fist and looked away, her jealousy becoming even more obvious.
"It means your not as cool as you think you are," Indonesia bluntly put. North Korea bashfully grew red faced from her actions. Malaysia saw from the corner of her eye, that North Korea was raising his finger towards the girl's shirt sleeve around him.
"Um," He started, biting his lower lip from sheer embarrassment. Indonesia stopped whatever she was doing and face him, his side bangs tickling the tip of her nose. "Ca-"
"Will you get off him?" Malaysia spat, crossing her arms. She closed her eyes, "He looks really uncomfortable with you doing that,"
Indonesia blinked for a moment, then a sudden shriek escaped her lips as she let go of North Korea. He would have fallen over if Singapore didn't push him back with one hand, staring at Indonesia and Malaysia with hidden amusement in his eyes.
Singapore sighed, "So what do we do now?"
"Simple. We have coffee together!" Indonesia came back with her usually upbeat attitude. Malaysia glanced back at North Korea, who became red-faced from the whole ordeal. He wasn't used to being included in groups apparently.
"... Don't British people have tea?" inquired Singapore.
Malaysia shrugged, finally joining the conversation. "Just because stupid England likes it, doesn't mean coffee can't exist. We should get some, since you're one of the biggest coffee lovers I met in my entire life."
"Oh come on, you love it just as much as us." Indonesia laughed softly, shaking her head. "I know a good coffee place! Let's go! North?" Everyone whipped their heads towards the Korean, who was subconsciously shifting around uncomfortably in his spot. Indonesia tilted her head, "Are you coming or not?" North Korea cleared his throat.
"S-sure... but someone has to pay for me. I need to save up on money."
"I'll do it," Singapore said before Malaysia could open her mouth. She sighed in annoyance. Out of all the days Singapore became generous, today was the day to do it. "I mean it's just coffee anyway. It's not like I'm buying a whole country for him."
"But would you buy me?' Indonesia smirked.
"Hell no." Singapore snorted. The trio walked out the doors, but Malaysia stopped in her tracks and turned back to North Korea.
She frowned as he just stood there uncertainly. "Was this too overwhelming for you?" He shook his head.
"No... I just don't know how to react around them. If I'm not polite, then they'll probably get tired of me and throw me out. I can't get too emotionally attatached right now..."
"Do you feel that way about me?"
"I don't. I'm just... unsure about having friends." North Korea twirled a strand of hair around his finger, staring off to the side. "I don't want to be a burden to them."
Malaysia grabbed his hand away from his hair and held his wrist firmly. He snapped his gaze back on her and his face immediately flushed in response. Malaysia held back a chuckle, since this seemed so cute to see him so... innocent.
"Don't be overdramatic. If I say they're going to like you, they're going to like you. And they do," Malaysia smiled. She pulled him out the door, "Come on, you need some free coffee." She saw his lips turn up into a faint smile.
"Mmm... okay." He muttered.
Chaos took place at the cafe. Indonesia was being too noisy, which was deemed unusual in Malaysia's eyes. She was normally polite in public. Malaysia guessed her eccentric behavior was reserved for North Korea to feel more comfortable. It was an odd way of thinking, but it worked. North Korea seemed less tense and more relaxed. And Singapore was surprisingly more talkative. Malaysia was almost concerned about how professional they were about this new 'friendship'.
Singapore had to leave early for a trade meeting. And Indonesia just wanted to go home before the sun went down. Malaysia waved her goodbye as she left the scene, North Korea drinking his third cup of coffee in peace. It was such a pleasant setting... just the two of them. Before she knew it, they had both sat in silence as the stars came out in the night.
"You're a really kind person, aren't you?" North Korea inquired. As he asked the question, she noticed the cold breath of air escape his lips. It was easier to notice, since it was almost dark outside. Malaysia pushed those thoughts away and chuckled nervously at his comment.
"I'm really not." She took a sip from the warm cup in her hands, watching the steam rise from it. "What makes you say something like that?"
"You can tell what my mood is like, and you always try to make me feel comfortable. That's kind of you," He explained. It was only for a couple seconds, but Malaysia caught a glimpse of a soft smile as his expression. "I'm the one who isn't kind."
"It's... just what friends are for," Malaysia said, cringing at the words that spilled out of her mouth. The word 'friend' seemed to irritate her. "It's just you seem to really hate physical contact. Except when it comes to me of course," She immediately pressed her lips together in a thin line, mentally kicking herself for saying it. She looked back North Korea, who held a similar expression to her own.
Inaudible words scattered from her throat as she widened her eyes in horror. Malaysia bashfully gestured her hand, "I m-mean I don't really mean to sound cocky or anything like t-that!" She tried to explain. "I just notice y-you like my touches... not sexually though!"
Malaysia wanted to impale herself with a sword at this moment in time.
"Well yeah," He admitted, his gaze fixated at his drink. "I usually hate that kind of stuff. But it doesn't feel... bad when you do it."
"... Oh..." She trailed off, twirling the mixing stick in her coffee. Malaysia didn't know how to respond to that exactly.
"Yeah..."
'Im Hwan Soo of North Korea,' She thought to herself. 'The king of awkwardness himself.'
"Also," He started off, sipping his drink before continuing. "Indonesia and Singapore seem like nice people. I wouldn't want to scare them off, so I had to restrain myself from punching their faces whenever they teased or touched me."
"Ohhhh. So that explains your initial awkwardness around them," Malaysia awed. "The real Hwan Soo would never let anyone touch him."
"I guess you could say that," North Korea said, making Malaysia regret her words again. "You don't think I'm that cold, do you?"
"Of course not!"
"Well, you're wrong. I am that cold-hearted."
She was left speechless once again. North Korea got up from his seat and went towards one of the trashcans nearby. Malaysia assumed he had finished his drink, so she was left to ponder in her own thoughts. A sudden question popped in her mind as North Korea came back.
He noticed the poker faced expression she held and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Huh? Nothing is really wrong, aha. Why do you ask?"
"You looked a little strange," He commented bluntly, causing a part of her own heart to wrenched. Malaysia noted to herself that she should start practicing her neutral facial expressions more often. "And I don't like asking if you're okay, since you'll say 'I'm fine' when really you aren't fine at all."
"... That's a really good point, la."
North Korea shrugged. "I only stated the truth. Are you finished with that?" He pointed at her coffee, which had turned cold and bitter over time. She nodded. "Want me to throw that out for you?"
"I'm okay," She said, getting up from her seat and strapped her handbag over her shoulder. "We should head back. I'm getting tired already," This caused North Korea to snort.
"I get tired but I can't sleep at all."
"Is it the insomnia?" She joked. He tilted his head to the side and gave her a puzzled look.
"What is an insomnia? A type of food?"
"... Nevermind... we should go to bed at least."
Outside the cafe, was a dark night sky. They really did stay too late. Malaysia sighed, and buried her nose in her collar. North Korea noticed her face all scrunched up, and asked what was wrong again. She thought about telling him she was fine, but remembered his words from back then. Malaysia looked at him from the corner of her eye, stuffing her hands in her coats pockets.
"Well... I can't stand cold. I hate it when my nose gets too chilly. I'm kind of sensitive, aren't I?" She shrugged, forcing out a small chuckle.
Malaysia opened her eyes to find North Korea staring at her with a nonchalant look. She was about to question him, but was taken back by the scarf that had been wrapped around her face. Malaysia pulled down on the cloth to gain her vision back, and her eyes landed on a sheepish North Korea. His gaze was towards the foot digging into the snowy ground.
"... I-"
"I just wanted you to stop complaining, that's all." North Korea interrupted. He wouldn't even look at her.
She shook her head, but smiled anyway. "Thank you, Hwan Soo." Malaysia didn't stop herself, as she leaned forward to cup her hands around his face. Her heart beat started to rapidly grow as she gave him an endearing look. "You're really kind,"
His lips were parted, almost as if North Korea wanted to say something but the words couldn't come out. He reached his hand toward her own that was resting on his cheek, her heart beating faster with each second that went by. The moment his fingertips touched her skin, fireworks had set off already. Her smile began to grow even wider.
Then he lifted her hand off his cheek.
Malaysia's eyes turned wide as her hand fell towards her side. North Korea coughed as the ever lasting silence between them continued on.
She hid her mortified look in the scarf that was given to her, but moved the cloth down to her chin so she could speak after a while. "So... do you need this scarf back?"
"No," He said almost immediately. "I... I'm used to living in a cold climate, unlike you. You need it more than me."
"So is this like a present?" She smiled eerily, waiting anxiously for his response.
"Maybe. You can give it back whenever you want. I never said you had to give it back, but you can." He shrugged.
Finally, they reached their respective street. Living across each other should've been more fun, but it only made it more nervewrecking for Malaysia.
She saluted him off, as her body turned towards her door. "See you tomorrow Hwan Soo," He saluted her back, but made no sound other than his footsteps as he left to his own building.
Malaysia pushed the key into the lock and turned the door open, before locking it again. She hit her head on the door and groaned.
"Why... did I have to touch him?" She asked, wanting to know the answer herself. Malaysia's bag slid out of her hand and she staggered towards her bed, kicking off her shoes behind her. But she couldn't even make it to the bed, as her own guilt and sorrow made her knees fall weak. Malaysia slowly dropped to the floor, and fell to her side. She hid her face in embarrassment before moaning once more.
'If I hadn't done that, then our walk home wouldn't have been so awkward. Stupid Damia!' She hit her head again, this time with her fist.
Her mouth made contact with the fabric around her neck, huddling it in warmth. Malaysia gently tugged off the wool and stared at the red cloth in her hands, unsure of what else to do.
Instead, she buried her face in it as small tears prickled out of the corners of her eyes. She was so embarrassed. She had already crossed so many boundaries with North Korea, and now she was sobbing in her own crush's scarf.
Malaysia wiped the rest of her tears with her shirt sleeve and held the scarf close to her once more. It comforted her. The smell of him, the warmth it had given her, she loved it so much and she didn't even know why.
When he pushed her hand away from him, it just made her think. Think of the possibility that he didn't love her in that way at all. That in his mind, they could only barely be considered 'friends'. She wanted to get closer to him, get to know him more, earn his trust, and be there for him. And with all those things, in return he would do the same.
Love, she remembered, is a very conflicting feeling that she was weak willed to.
I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, cause I sure didn't. I just want them to make out already but... slow burn...
Anyway, the Christmas special is going to be really good. It's gonna speed things up...probably. This story will probably be around 20-25 chapters long, so we're just halfway there. I'll keep it coming guys!
If you want, review your criticism and compliments on the story! I really appreciate it! 3