Thank you to the guest, CeceTheFandomQue, for requesting the genre and the number(s). (Sorry, I had to separate your number as well into two numbers.)
Curling up on the sofa, Taiwan couldn't help her smile even with how sleepy it was as her eyes were drawn to the man beside her.
The table before them was littered with old battle plans, grocery lists, and a few drawings from earlier when she'd tried sketching her best friend out with the ease of a practiced artist.
Taiwan had basically gotten nowhere, and she couldn't help her amused smile when she remembered trying to draw out muscles that no matter what she did, they never came across well on the page.
"Do you need anything?" Germany's voice rumbled beside her though she knew without a doubt that he probably didn't need to ask her anything like that at all; the day had been dragging on and yet it wasn't awkward to bask in each other's presence at all.
Mei couldn't help when she lazily traced a drawing of Germany that she'd started hours ago that didn't look nearly complete as she spun to face him, "I'm fine."
Germany's house always felt far calmer and much quieter than the her big brother's house though that always changed whenever Prussia made his presence known; today, he was out, probably hanging out with either France or Spain.
Mei couldn't help the warmth that bloomed in her chest; she could stay here for hours and then some, just to enjoy the steady warmth and the kind support of Germany, her best friend, despite how odd that may seem.