"Thank you for having me over. I hope I will not be a bother."
"Psh! What are you talking about, da-ze. I invited you remember?"
True, Yao had been invited, but it was just out of habit to say that polite phrase. Looking up at Im Yong's house, he felt strange. It wasn't the house though. The house itself was ridiculously ordinary looking. Yao had imagined that Korea's house would be weird and very, very colorful. Luckily, it wasn't.
Two stories, brown brick with green roofing –Yao could risk someone seeing him.
"Hey, um, nice house. It is very clean-cut, aru." Yao said biting back the rest of his
"…So since when did you like clean-cut and organized?"
Unlocking the front door, Im Yong looked back at Yao like Yao had said something very confusing.
"What are you talking about?" Then with a smile Im Yong swung open the door.
The living room was nice with wood flooring and beige walls. Other than that it was just a mess. Shirts and pants were tossed across the furniture; empty Pocky boxes where in little piles along the walls. The tv was also on and blaring.
If it were any younger country, their jaw would be hanging at their pant lines. However, China was much more experienced with hiding his emotions. 4,000 years of practice resulted in a small "oh".
Glancing back at Yao, Im Yong couldn't help but chuckle. There, Yao stood with his mouth in a perfect 'O' and those brown eyes were basically going to pop right out of his head.
Yao blinking a few times recovered from his initial shock.
"Oh, um, how about I go make some tea? Your kitchen is down the hall, aru?"
"Yeah." Im Yong said barely suppressing his laughter -only Yao would suggest tea out of shock. However, that's what Im Yong had wanted. He had especially worked hard to make a mess. Knowing Yao, Im Yong knew that the Yao would be unable to resist the urge to clean. If the mess would make Yao stay longer, then it suited Im Yong perfectly.
In the kitchen, Yao's head was spinning. The kitchen was also a complete mess! He'd given up making tea the moment he'd seen the room.
"Hey, Im Yong? Where do you keep the teapot?" Yao called toward the living room.
When there was no reply, Yao called a bit louder. "Im Yong? Can you come here? I can't find a teapot!" When there still was no reply. Yao grew worried.
Please don't tell me that guy fell asleep in that mess.
Rolling his eyes, Yao turned and smacked into someone, Im Yong.
"Wha-? Geez, aru! Don't just sneak up on me!" Yao said rubbing his hurt nose. When Im Yong didn't reply, Yao looked back up at him. Up. Yao hadn't realized how much Im Yong had grown since the last time they had met until he'd met Im Yong's gaze.
"W-what?" Yao stuttered has he felt himself coloring. Im Yong had Yao pressed up against the counter and between the two were only the layer of clothes they wore.
"What are you doing, aru!?" Yao gasped, as Im Yong pressed even closer.
Then just as sudden as the closeness, Im Yong backed away. Flustered, Yao stared.
"I got the teapot." Im Yong said tilting his head at Yao. Yao sighed a relieved, but quickly reverted to himself.
"Don't just sneak up on people, aru! It's impolite…" He lectured, happy to return to the way things had been in the past. Yao was too busy lecturing to notice that Im Yong's smile had grown if possible.
"Yea, yea. Let's get back to the tea already!" Im Yong replied, cutting off Yao's standard lecture.
"Fine."
After the tea, as Im Yong had hoped, Yao got immediately to the task of cleaning.
"Aww, do you really have to? Isn't the place clean enough?" Im Yong fake-whined has he followed Yao around the house.
"Do you have to even ask? How in the world did you eat 1,246 boxes of Pocky!? Also there was cookie crumbs EVERYWHERE!" Yao rebutted as he dumped a huge pile of laundry into the washer. He had already gone through the house with a vacuum and an army of trash bags, but there was still the dishes, dusting, and polishing to do. Frankly, he was tired.
"You know I never asked you to clean my house." Im Yong added quietly. However, Yao heard the comment and it hurt.
"…I just feel responsible for you, that's all." Im Yong heard the hurt in those words and snapped his attention towards Yao. He had gone too far with his fake whining. There was Yao tired, sweaty, (and hawt) in his house; he just had to hurt Yao for his good will.
"Sorry." Im Yong replied sheepishly. Yao didn't want Im Yong's pity.
"It's ok. Why don't you just help me with the rest?" His reply may have sounded a bit harsh but Im Yong didn't quite care. Yao had bent down to retrieve the Tide for the laundry. With the way things were positioned, Im Yong had a direct view of Yao's sexy backside. Better yet, Yao's soft ass was brushing lightly against h-his…
"Shit! Y-yao?"
Yao straightened up to face Im Yong –one, he was called and two, he was wondering what was poking against his butt. However, one look at Im Yong's face, and Yao found himself rushing the taller Asian country to the restroom.
Kiki-Chan Sorry guys, this wasn't supposed to be an abrupt cliffhanger, but I had to stop at the moment. Hope you guys are enjoying this. This isn't supposed to KoreXChina but it just happened that way…other characters will be coming in soon.
Disclaimer: I cry and ache to, but I do not own Hetalia
