Kirin sat infront of her oriental vanity, toying with her hair. She tried pinning it up. She tried taking it down. She tried a braid. She tried curled. She tried straight. Everything looked great, but nothing looked gorgeous.
"Korea!" She called to her big brother. Yes, she was the little sister of one of the most perverted, stubborn, self centered countries. Adopted anyway.
None of the asian countries were actually related, but China took them all in and gave them homes. Big brother Korea brought Kirin in, so she's not related to anyone else but South Korea. She even picked up the quirk of ending sentances with: "Da ze!"
"Yes sister?" He said loudly, slinging his arms around my shoulders. Some call it perverted, I call it Korea. Perverted-ness did originate in him after all... Kirin thought, ignoring his hug.
"I need help picking out a hair style, Da ze. I really want to look nice." She said, pulling her hair away from her back, already knowing what he was going to do.
"I'll do your hair, Da ze!" He said, grabbing her hair and the brush and running it through her ebony locks. He wasn't exactly gentle, but she was used to it. He always jumped at a chance to do his little sister's hair. After a couple of minutes in silence, Korea decided to talk. "Did you know that I invented the brush, Da ze?"
"Yes, you told me that last time, Da ze." ((A.N. Wow! these "Da ze!"'s are gonna get really annoying. heh! not as annoying as when peeps write Hetalia fanfics and they think China is saying "are you" not "aru". For the record, it is aru. Sorry if I totally screwed up South Korea.))
"Oh, I did?" He said, then laughing at himself. "Well, at least you know."
Kirin, having gone downstairs was trapped in an arguement... Well, less of an arguement and more of a My-brother-grabbed-China's-breast-again-and-now-he's-pissed-off situation.
"China, calm down." She said, keeping a safe distance from him. He now held his wok in his hands and was prepared to thwack. "Say you're sorry big brother!"
"I don't wanna. After all, his breasts do belong to me, Da Ze." Korea said, with a confident I-know-it-all smirk. This got China fuming.
"They are not yours! They are mine, aru! Give me one good reason why they would belong to you and not me: the owner of the body that they are on!" China yelled, waving around his wok.
"I am Korea! Everything began with me!" And with that, China's metal pan met Im Yong Soo's face. He fell back on his butt, a hand covering his face in shock and pain. Every other nation who had been paying any attention was now laughing at the Korean.
"China!" Kirin whined, grabbing his arm that hefted the wok. "That wasn't nice!"
"Korea grabbing my chest wasn't nice either." He replied, lowering his wok.
"Two wrongs don't make a right and violence is never the solution." She repeated one of his old teachings. His face lit up in surprise.
"Did you make that up on your own, aru?" He asked. The real question underneath it asking; "You really remember that?"
"No, silly! I learned it from you, Da Ze!" She answered, unable to keep the quirk that she had aquired from Korea hidden. She couldn't tell if it was a smile or a smirk, but something curled his lips into an attractive curve. Korea still sat on the ground, smirking like a fool who knew too much. Which he was.
Korea sat up and moved toward the computer at the head of the dancefloor as Kirin and China remained standing there.
Kirin's cheeks were a light shade of pink as China smiled down on her.
"I must be a good teacher then for you to remember my teachings so well, aru!" He said happily. Unbeknownst to him, this response filled her with disapointment, but she hid it.
"Ne [1], you were." She answered with a charming smile. China froze.
"What's wrong, aru?" He asked, looking at her sincerely. She blushed, trying not to look at his eyes.
"N-nothing." She answered. China didn't get a chance to reply because one of his favorite songs began playing over the speakers. He let off a high squeal and his hands shot to his mouth.
"This is the song from Kung Fu Dunk!" (Zhou Da Xia) He squealed again. Seriously, squealing like that couldn't have been possible for a full grown man. His hand shot out and took Kirin's, tugging her to the floor. She was in shock.
"China! What are you doing?" She called, but he didn't answer. Either that or his voice was drowned out by the music.
Wo yi jiao ti fei yi chuan chuan hong hong de hu lu bing tang
Wo yi quan da fei yi mu mu de hui yi san zai yue guang
Yi jie lao lao de lao jiang yi duan jiu jiu de jiu shi guang
Wo ke yi gei ni men yi zhang qian ming zhao na qu xiang xiang
Wo shuo a ping feng jiu gai zhe bing shuang wu yan jiu gai dang yue guang
Jiang hu jiu gai kai shan chuang ping ju jiu gai shua hua qiang
Zha xia ma bu wo bu yao huang
Men le huang le juan le wo jiu chuan shang gong fu zhuang
Wo bu mai dou fu (dou fu) dou fu (dou fu)
Wo zai wu gong xue xiao li xue de na jiao gong fu
Gong fu (gong fu) gong fu (gong fu)
Gan jin chuan shang qi pao mian de ni shuo wo chi ni dou fu
Ni jiu xiang dou fu (dou fu) dou fu (dou fu)
Chui tan ke po de ji fu zai shi lian wo gong fu
Gong fu (gong fu) gong fu (gong fu)
Gan jin chuan shang qi pao mian de ni shuo wo chi ni dou fu
China was practically flailing with the song, a huge smile plastered to his face and his sleeves creating a swirl of red. Kirin couldn't help but smile, blush and flail along.
Wo shao wei shen zhan quan jiao ni jiu gun dao bian jiang
Hui xuan ti tai yong li hua mian jiu bian de hen huang liang
Luo hua pei dui pei xi yang fan shan yue ling du guo jiang
Wo qing yi qing sang qing yi qing sang chang qi qin qiang
Fei tian fei dun huang bei fang bei da huang
Shui zai shui yi fang wo cheng qi yi ba zhi san hui tou wang
A zhe shen me di fang zhe shen me zhuang kuang la la la la la
Men le huang le juan le wo jiu cai zai ni jian bang
China had slowed down at this point. He no longer looked like he was dancing, but preforming a hypnotic Tai Chi technique; moving slowly and fluidly in elongated movements. Kirin tried to immate what he was doing, but she found that her movements looked ridgid compared to his. Not to mention every other nations eyes had glued to them when the music slowed.
Wo bu mai dou fu (dou fu) dou fu (dou fu)
Wo zai wu gong xue xiao li xue de na jiao gong fu
Gong fu (gong fu) gong fu (gong fu)
Gan jin chuan shang qi pao mian de ni shuo wo chi ni dou fu
Ni jiu xiang dou fu (dou fu) dou fu (dou fu)
Chui tan ke po de ji fu zai shi lian wo gong fu
Gong fu (gong fu) gong fu (gong fu)
Gan jin chuan shang qi pao mian de ni shuo wo chi ni dou fu
There was barely any time for Kirin to breath. The minute that she had taken something out of the hat, she was thrown into the closet by the laughing Bad Touch Trio. She was immediately squished into something warm, soft and silky. Her eyes widened and she stood up with a blush. She had landed on someone, not that she knew who.
"Hello?" She asked hesitantly.
"Kirin?" Came a familiar voice. Shit! It's China! So that's why they were laughing like hyenas. She wished that she could slap everyone in there who was laughing at her.
"Y-yeah..." She mumbled, her blush heating up. She could hear him stand up, but she had no idea how close he was anymore.
"Are you alright, aru?" He asked, bringing his hand up to her cheek. "You're burning up!" She could only blush more.
"No I'm not China." She answered bluntly.
"What do you mean, aru? You're really hot!" Kirin blushed super dark at how that sounded. She knew that he couldn't have meant it like that. China wasn't the type to come right out and say something as blunt as that.
"You are so oblivious Yao." She replied, leaning up and kissing his lips. China stood there for a moment, processing what she had said and when it fanally clicked in his mind, he kissed back. Kirin was almost exploding inside when he kissed back. It made her so happy that he did.
She kissed him with all of the emotions that had built up over the years that she had cared for her brother. He had been a teacher and a bigger brother to all of the Asian nations, but to her, he had been more. She was almost always able to call him and simply chat to him about cooking or her progresses with Korea or how annoying he was being today. The feelings simply overflowed.
China's hands had gently cupped her cheeks, his fingers ghosting over her neck. Her arms slipped around his neck and she brought herself up on her tip toes to get better access. Her fingers ran themselves through his hair and pulled out his hair tie. Kirin smiled into the kiss, sliding her hands through his hair, then running them along his silk covered shoulders and down his chest.
Yes another quirk that she had aquired from Korea.
She tugged at his buttons until they came undone and she pulled open his shirt and lead him to the floor. China's breath was irregular.
"Wh-who would have that you would be more dominant, aru." He whispered, blushing as she ran her fingers over his chest while planting kisses on his jaw. "May I have a turn?" He asked.
Kirin blushed, but nodded. Not even a second after, China had her pinned under him, straddling her hips. His eyes wandered over the contour over her body, content on doing only that. He was teasing her, but that wasn't all. He didn't want to continue until he heard something from her first.
"I love you Kirin." He said, moving his face down next to her's and blowing hot air against her ear. She shivered, but remained silent, trying to process what he had said.
Was it true? Did he really love her?
"I-" She was interrupted by a cackling Korean opening the door. There was a bright flash of light that blinded the couple temporarily.
"Did you claim his breasts sis?" Korea asked overenthusiatically. The rest of the room erupted in laughter. Japan, who held the camera that immortalized their moment, could only blush and try not to laugh along.
"Brother!" Kirin whined, reaching up and buttoning up his shirt. The minute that she had that done, she squirmed out from underneath China and tried to take off after her brother, but China caught her wrist.
"Let him go. You won't be able to catch him anyway." He said, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her to the couch and sitting down next to him. "I do believe that they interupted you. What were you going to say?"
"Do you really need to guess, Da Ze?" She asked before pecking his lips.