Walking down the hall with Hong Kong was nerve-racking. Iceland was trying to put on his best blank expression but was failing miserably. Though this had been his goal for the last few months; talking to the Hong Konger, it took a lot of strength not to run away. He didn't know why he wanted to talk to him, he just did. It was obviously because he wanted to be his friend…right? Well, whatever it is, Iceland would never say it…
"Here we are." Hong Kong's voice brought Iceland out of his thoughts.
"Oh, yeah." Iceland said, replying softly.
Pulling the door open, Hong Kong stepped to the side, "After you."
"…Thank you." Iceland curiously watched the brunette as he passed through the doors. "Well, that was weird…"
Hong Kong follows after him, walking further into the library. The walls were covered in bookshelves and created the aisles of books that reminded the Icelandic of a maze. He did spend most of his time at the library, reading but he didn't venture far into the aisles. The library was very large and could match any public library Iceland's ever visited by far. In the middle of the room, near the librarian's desk there were the tables. Iceland glanced to the Hong Konger, who was nonchalantly looking around the room.
"So…where would you like to sit?" he asked.
"The back…" Iceland replied, looking at Hong Kong for a reaction. But he doesn't get one… Hong Kong just nodded, replying with a simple "cool…" before starting forward to the table in the back. So, the silver-haired boy simply brushed it off, following the other.
A few steps before reaching the table, Iceland stopped and turned to Hong Kong, "You're not going to pull out my chair too, are you?"
Hong Kong turned around to him, "What?"
Iceland continued, "I mean…with you trying to be a 'gentleman' and all."
Hong Kong looked at the silver-haired boy for a second, "…Not really."
Iceland tilted his head to the side, "What do you mean 'not really'?"
The brunette shrugged, "Well, I thought about it… But that would just be overkill, no?"
"I guess so…" Iceland concluded.
Hong Kong smirked, "I can still do it if you, like, want."
Iceland grimaced, sitting down, "I'm okay, thanks…" This guy is definitely weird…
Hong Kong shrugged, taking his seat across the table, "As you wish."
After the unusual conversation died down, Iceland reached into his bag to take out a book. Once his hand connected with a hard-back surface, he took it out. Iceland looked over it and read the book cover in his head, "Chemistry". Shrugging his shoulders, he opened the book to a random page and started reading.
After a couple minutes of reading, Iceland heard some ruffling sounds from across the table. He looked up to find Hong Kong shuffling through his bag under the table. A notebook with doodles of pandas on the cover sat in front of him. The panda doodles were…pretty cute. They kind of looked like puffins…
Hong Kong rose from looking through his bag with a pencil in hand. Iceland quickly ripped his eyes away from the notebook, back onto his own book. The Icelandic was trying to concentrate on the words in front of him but he could swear he felt Hong Kong staring at him…
And indeed, he was. The brunette had his hand resting on his cheek, blankly staring at him. No trying to hide it, nor trying to be discreet. Just. Blatantly. Staring. Iceland didn't know if he was doing this to make him uncomfortable or whatever, but it definitely working. He could feel his hands start to shake and began uncomfortably putting at his white gloves.
Luckily, the brunette seemed to lose interest and started lazily flipping through his notebook. Iceland breathed a sigh of relief and glanced up at the source of his discomfort. Hong Kong is still flipping through the pages of his notebook. Iceland couldn't make out what was on the pages; it all looked like black and white blurs. But when Hong Kong finally stopped flipping and settled on a page, what Iceland saw amazed him.
It was a beautiful picture of fireworks bursting in the night skies above a lake. The fireworks seemed to come alive against the black and white background. Abandoning his quest of trying to peek discreetly, the Icelandic watched in amazement as Hong Kong finished the shading the last bit. In that moment, Iceland let his tongue slip.
"Whoa…"
Hong Kong looked up at Iceland, "Hm?"
"It's beautiful…" Iceland replied, staring at the picture then returning Hong Kong's gaze.
A small smile appeared on Hong Kong's lips, "Thank you."
A pink blush spread across the Icelandic's face while he stuttered, "Y-You're welcome…"
An awkward silence passed then Iceland decided to speak up.
"So…you draw?" As soon as those words escaped his mouth, Iceland was kicking himself. "Oh great. Real smooth, Týr! You really needed to sound even more like a dumbass…!"
But much to Iceland's surprise, Hong Kong answered.
"Yeah, I like to draw." He replied.
"Uh, what do you like to draw?"
Hong Kong paused to think for a moment before responding, "Landscapes, fireworks, people…stuff like that."
"You really like fireworks, don't you?" Iceland inquired.
Hong Kong smirked in response, "You could say that…"
Iceland grimaced slightly, "What a… interesting answer."
The brunette leaned back in his chair with that smirk, "From a very interesting person no less."
"Right…"