A/N- Okay I am just gonna tell you a random fact about me, I am Asian! So trust me when I say phrases and stuff in the paragraph, but I still don't know how to spell so bare with me. Enjoy X3!
The next morning, England groggily arose from his sleep, not paying much attention. He rubbed his eye with his right hand as he yawned. That's when he noticed something warm on his other hand. He looked over, seeing the old country had kept his promise. England blushed and tried to worm his hand out of the half-awakened country. China, without opening his eyes, squeezed the shorter country's hand.
"Is holding hands bad?" China asked slightly confused, opening his deep brown eyes. England stared into the two shiny orbs for just a second too long. China smiled, finding the blonde man to have no objection to his notion, and pressed his lips against the pink pair in front of him. England blushed a bright red that would've made Romano mistake him for a tomato. Though unsure, the British Empire kissed the old nation back. When they parted, China smiled at England while he twirled a lock of the Chinese nation's hair. The chocolate brown eyed country began to snuggle into the green eyed country's chest. England blushed a bright pink. China smiled drowsily and nodded back off into slumber. England sighed, realizing the amount of time the older nation loved to sleep was exceeding average. After he warmed out of China's grip, England slipped out of bed go to the kitchen to surprise China with his amazing cooking. England was more elated than he has ever felt in a while, stirring on the stove what's suppose to be his homemade oatmeal. Proud of all the effort, the blonde haired country started to hum one of his favorite pop culture tunes to himself.
China finally woke up in a cold sweat from his slumber remembering the nightmare that had taken place the day before. That night he and his younger blonde companion actually slept together upon England's request. He slightly remembered waking with the blonde nation, and assumed that he had gotten up before him as he noticed the empty space on the bed. Feeling as mucky as ever, with the smell of herbal tea lingering in the air around him, China decided to take a quick bath to renew the clean feeling he had when he entered the United Kingdom's household. As he was struggling pulling his ponytail out, which he rarely does, the ancient country looked out the small bathroom window, noticing a huge snow storm brewing at the moment. Letting the idea of spending another day with England float about his mind, he filled the bath tub with warm water, added some aromatic petals in that England uses, and slowly took off the rest of his clothes and slowly took small steps into the bath. His long hair flowing with the water, while struggling from all the knots obtained from the long night's sleep. Letting every thought and stressed part of his body go, he hears aloud tapping at the door. Then the door blew up letting an innocent looking England in the room.
The only thing that could lead to this, China thought, is England cooking!
"Ah, H-hey China how's your bath" England said, with an awkward forced smile that had his mouth twitching in an odd fashion of annoyance.
"Aiyah*!Aru~" China yelped, splashing water everywhere in the process. "Can't you see I'm a little busy? " splashing even more water in England's general direction.
"H-hey stop it! W-what the bloody hell do you think you're doing? I come up to bring you my delicious, homemade oatmeal and you're going to spill it all over the floor!" England said in a rush.
China glares at the 'oatmeal' England deems edible, while wondering how you can fail at making oatmeal at the same time. Then again, he is the worst cook of all the countries in the world. China slips a weak smile and locks eyes with the British nation's confused green eyes.
"Oh, it looks ever so tempting at the moment, leave it on the ledge of the tub and please show yourself out. Please, so I can enjoy your most appetizing breakfast, aru~" The Asian country says as he sinks deeper and deeper in the warmth of his bath.
"Or, if you don't mind I could feed it to you..." The much younger country stated turning a light pink color. Soon after, the color changes to a dark pink to red to almost the color of the dangerous shade of crimson he turned the other night.
China sat up a bit in the tub.
"Um, England, I'd love to but you see, I'm in the middle of something right now, Aru~" The bathing nation said as he looked down to the soapy water back to his companion. England's face naturally heated up as he came to sense of the situation.
As the dispute went one fr a long time till the 'oatmeal' nearly was cold and the water ran cold. The dispute ended with China winning what was his idea instead of England in there while he was taking a bath, ending in a painful aching head ache for the young nation. Slowly putting the dish on the ledge of the tub, he went out, a little saddened with the turn of events on him.
China went back to enjoying his bath, leaving the oatmeal aside for after his first calming moment of the day. When he finally finished placing the tie in his wet hair, he turned to the dreaded meal he knew only England could've made. The dish was cold, and somehow was blackened from whatever England did to this 'delicacy'. The only thing that the wise nation could think of was to dump it in the toilet and hope it goes down easily without the lumps clogging the pipes. Slowly, China lingered over the bowl of the dish made especially for him, but not edible by him, or anyone with taste buds and a stomach for that matter.
Timidly, spoonful by spoonful, China dropped the gunk into the toilet, and finished the job victoriously. The young country really is cute, the decades old country thought, but still has so much to learn, including cooking for sure aru~.
*Aiyah!- a Chinese phrase used like "Oh my god, how did this happen!" or in an angry way like "Why the heck are you in my bathroom!" portrayed like what China said in this chapter.
A/N- I don't have anything to say right now….. :D