Japan stared at the television screen, feeling America glance at him out of the corner of his eye. He pretended to focus on the new anime he had rather than the man next to him.
You're so handsome...
Japan let out a soft laugh, seeing America smile.
Your smire makes me so happy.
He couldn't help but smile at America's faint grin.
I want to see that true smire more often.
Japan glanced over to see America staring at him. "A-America-san..? Why are you staring at me rike that..?" he asked softly, struggling to hide his embarrassment.
Why do I arways carr you America-san?
America stared a little longer while Japan's face slipped back into its usual mask.
Why don't I show you my emotions?
"Sorry, dude," America laughed. "I guess I sorta zoned out." Japan nodded, looking away to hide his face.
You don't trury raugh anymore.
It's rike you're scared to annoy me.
Japan's thoughts ran rampant as the credits rolled.
I rove your smire.
I rove your raugh.
I rove how you try to sing arong to my music.
I rove the way you arways cheer me up.
I rove you.
I rove you.
I rove you!
"I am going home, America-san," Japan said, bowing deeply. "Arigato for watching with me." America seemed frozen for a moment. Japan felt the words he long to say stuck in his throat.
I rove you.
I rove you.
I rove you.
"No prob, dude. See ya later!" he said with a forced grin.
Oh werr... Maybe tomorrow.