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PruViet: Not Tangled
Vietnam sat quietly in her seat as she felt the gentle tugs, and the occasional fingers running through her hair. It felt nice.
For weeks now, Prussia has been pestering her, trying to get her to go out with him, but she wasn't interested. So when Prussia approached her after Germany announced a break, she immediately rejected him before he could ask again.
But what he asked instead surprised her.
"Can I braid your hair?"
Vietnam was completely surprised, and she was so caught off-guard that she didn't even realise that Prussia had pushed her to sit in a chair as he undid her ponytail. She only snapped out of it when she felt his fingers through her hair, gently undoing the tangles.
Finding no harm in what he was doing, she allowed him to continue. She was surprised by how gentle he was working, but she couldn't help but be worried about the end product.
Finally, he used the tie of her ponytail to secure the braid, and his face popped up in her line of sight, a wide smile on his face.
"Finished," he announced. "Do you like it?"
She felt the rope that had been made from her hair, and she was surprised when she felt the smooth braid. She couldn't find any flyaway strands either.
"I need to go to the bathroom," Vietnam said. "Unless you have a mirror with you?"
He looked sheepish, and she sighed, going towards the bathroom to see for herself.
She was surprised to see how well Prussia had made the braid. She had assumed that Prussia would do a horrible job, tangling her hair and forcing her to go to Taiwan to help undo the mess. But that wasn't the case.
Perhaps she had misjudged him.
She went back to the meeting room, and she saw Prussia sitting there, looking a little gloomy. He perked up again when he saw her.
"We've missed most of the lunch break," Vietnam said. "Why don't we go grab something quick?"
Prussia beamed, and she turned around, hiding a small smile.
She decided to give him a chance.
The prompt was: 'Imagine person A braiding person B's hair.'