Hong Kong nodded, adding, “About video games. You would be bored, old man.”
“I’m not old,” China said with annoyance. But he didn’t seem normal, and he was looking at them with narrowed eyes. “Do you have anything you’d like to tell me?”
“You have too many slippers?” Hong Kong said, raising one massive eyebrow.
Macau shrugged again, saying, “No, I don’t believe we do.”
“Really? Are you sure?” China seemed to be tense, fingers tightening and loosening around the handle of his wok.
“No, we have nothing to tell you,” Macau said, wondering why he was being so persistent. Then it hit him; China wasn’t using his verbal tic. He tended to drop it when he was being serious, deadly serious. He looked over at Hong Kong.
China must know. They should tell him, and spare themselves the worst of punishments.
Hong Kong, however, ignored the look, insisting, “Old man, you drank some weird tea, didn’t you?”
China muttered darkly, looking straight at Hong Kong, “Come and tell me to my face you are not in a relationship.”
Hong Kong brazenly stood, and came over to stand almost nose to nose with China. “We’re not in a relationship.”
Macau stood as well, but hung back, afraid of how this would turn out.
“Then why,” China said, pulling Hong Kong’s phone out of his pocket and turning the screen on, “are you kissing in this picture?”
Hong Kong apparently saw no reason to lie anymore. “Like, so what if we’re dating? What’s the big deal?”
“China, we didn’t do this to go behind your back,” Macau put in, trying to soften the blow.
But China’s face was turning darker, as he growled back at Hong Kong, “The ‘big deal’ is, it’s not allowed! Do I have to repeat myself until I am purple in the face?! You cannot date!”
“Well, we’re going to anyway!” Hong Kong snapped, glaring back at China.
Macau’s heart gave a sickening jolt. No, this was not good! While he had every intention of carrying on behind China’s back, he wouldn’t’ve said so! He came over, saying softly, “It just happened; we weren’t doing this with the intention of breaking the rules, China.”
“No, you are not!” China said shrilly, pointing at Hong Kong with the cell phone. “You are going to be moved to stay with Fujian, Hong Kong, until both of you have cooled off, however long that may take. I can wait as long as necessary.”
“You’re a selfish bastard! Macau and I are small anyway!” Hong Kong yelled back, fists clenched and dark eyes blazing with anger.
Macau put a hand on his shoulder. He loved him, and that was why he would have to let him go; he had to protect him. “I’ll go stay with Fujian; you don’t need to punish Hong Kong.”
“Don’t call me a bastard! If you call me a bastard again, I will knock you out!” China was ignoring Macau, snarling back at Hong Kong in rage.
“We are leaving!” Hong Kong announced, shocking Macau and enraging China further. “We’re getting the democratic countries’ support, and we are leaving and forming our own country! You can rot alone, bastard!”
The gong resounded through the room, and Hong Kong crumpled to the floor. Macau jumped in between Hong Kong and China, saying, “Please, don’t punish him; punish me. It was all my idea.”
“As if this was really all your idea! Hong Kong may be young, but he’s an upstart! Get out of my way!” China growled at Macau, wielding his wok.
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Hong Kong nodded, adding, “About video games. You would be bored, old man.”
“I’m not old,” China said with annoyance. But he didn’t seem normal, and he was looking at them with narrowed eyes. “Do you have anything you’d like to tell me?”
“You have too many slippers?” Hong Kong said, raising one massive eyebrow.
Macau shrugged again, saying, “No, I don’t believe we do.”
“Really? Are you sure?” China seemed to be tense, fingers tightening and loosening around the handle of his wok.
“No, we have nothing to tell you,” Macau said, wondering why he was being so persistent. Then it hit him; China wasn’t using his verbal tic. He tended to drop it when he was being serious, deadly serious. He looked over at Hong Kong.
China must know. They should tell him, and spare themselves the worst of punishments.
Hong Kong, however, ignored the look, insisting, “Old man, you drank some weird tea, didn’t you?”
China muttered darkly, looking straight at Hong Kong, “Come and tell me to my face you are not in a relationship.”
Hong Kong brazenly stood, and came over to stand almost nose to nose with China. “We’re not in a relationship.”
Macau stood as well, but hung back, afraid of how this would turn out.
“Then why,” China said, pulling Hong Kong’s phone out of his pocket and turning the screen on, “are you kissing in this picture?”
Hong Kong apparently saw no reason to lie anymore. “Like, so what if we’re dating? What’s the big deal?”
“China, we didn’t do this to go behind your back,” Macau put in, trying to soften the blow.
But China’s face was turning darker, as he growled back at Hong Kong, “The ‘big deal’ is, it’s not allowed! Do I have to repeat myself until I am purple in the face?! You cannot date!”
“Well, we’re going to anyway!” Hong Kong snapped, glaring back at China.
Macau’s heart gave a sickening jolt. No, this was not good! While he had every intention of carrying on behind China’s back, he wouldn’t’ve said so! He came over, saying softly, “It just happened; we weren’t doing this with the intention of breaking the rules, China.”
“No, you are not!” China said shrilly, pointing at Hong Kong with the cell phone. “You are going to be moved to stay with Fujian, Hong Kong, until both of you have cooled off, however long that may take. I can wait as long as necessary.”
“You’re a selfish bastard! Macau and I are small anyway!” Hong Kong yelled back, fists clenched and dark eyes blazing with anger.
Macau put a hand on his shoulder. He loved him, and that was why he would have to let him go; he had to protect him. “I’ll go stay with Fujian; you don’t need to punish Hong Kong.”
“Don’t call me a bastard! If you call me a bastard again, I will knock you out!” China was ignoring Macau, snarling back at Hong Kong in rage.
“We are leaving!” Hong Kong announced, shocking Macau and enraging China further. “We’re getting the democratic countries’ support, and we are leaving and forming our own country! You can rot alone, bastard!”
The gong resounded through the room, and Hong Kong crumpled to the floor. Macau jumped in between Hong Kong and China, saying, “Please, don’t punish him; punish me. It was all my idea.”
“As if this was really all your idea! Hong Kong may be young, but he’s an upstart! Get out of my way!” China growled at Macau, wielding his wok.