( 弟弟要不要吃一点儿东西啊哈～? )
( does dìdì want to eat something~? )

China asks sweetly, as his eyes light up and his fingers drum across the wooden table softly, framed by the gentle pit-patter of the rain that falls outside. It's been awfully gloomy in Beijing these days, and seeing as Hong Kong has finally decided to visit him (after an unbearably long time - it's been three months since he last saw the other man's pretty pretty face), he's determined to make the best of everything and cater to his favorite relative's every need. It's undeniably true that the one thing China will ever be able to charm others with is his skill with food, and while Hong Kong makes the best dim sum available anywhere, China can make killer noodles. And rice. And well - anything really.

Hong Kong blinks and shakes his head with vigor, about to say something like 'i'm not hungry', and then his stomach growls rather loudly and a satisfyingly embarrassed blush settles over his cheeks. China grins. There's something about Hong Kong that is beautiful, and it might be the way how he's not too loud or too overbearing, not an annoying brat, not even too weird. It might be because China knows him too well, but the way he feels when he sees that overwhelmingly sweet blush - well, China doesn't know what to think. He guesses it is probably a sin to like your brother in that way, but true love has always prevailed and China has always wanted his own love story (besides, this is a wonderful way of proving to everyone that he's not that superstitious after all). And so, after a few seconds of watching tantalizingly long lashes, China sputters and coughs and then raises an eyebrow at the rather blatant lie.

"Fine, fine, I wasn't telling the truth! I really want to eat baozi." This time it's Hong Kong's turn to smile at the cliche little request that has found it's way into his words and then turns puppy dog eyes onto China, willing the older nation to make baozi appear.

China feels like kissing him, he's so fucking adorable.

Shaking the thought from his brain, China shrugs and smiles again (can't seem to stop the smiling today, hmm~) before reaching across the table and ruffling Hong Kong's hair. "Sure, aru~" Then the nation pulls Hong Kong up with him, because there's only one way to get perfect baozi in Beijing, and that is to hunt the streets for it.

"Soooo, what's the choice for today? Veggie, meat, shrimp~ we have it all, aru!" China comments on his variety of food with a little smug smirk that everyone knows well, but he already knows what Hong Kong will pick, because Hong Kong has never been one for vegetables, and he gets enough shrimp in dim sum to be thoroughly bored of the particular seafood. There seems to be something slightly up with the other today, as well, seeing as he looks tired (China never knew any person could look so good with bags under his eyes) and oh god, he's turning into France with all these perverted thoughts.

"You know what I want, gēgē..." Hong Kong smiles up at his brother, and China suddenly feels very uncomfortable, placing what the other man says into another sequence, another situation and swallowing, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"Of course, dìdì." China says, but his eye is sort of twitching at the edge in the most miniscule of ways - and well, he won't say anything. Not yet. But god, he really wants to pounce the other man. In public. Hell, that would be hot. The thing is, in China they're just about as interested in shonen-ai as the kids in Japan - it's the newest rage, and all the teenage girls that China knows read yaoi. They read it in class (covered in the nondescript cover of Chinese history), they read it in the bathroom, they read it when they're on dates with other guys, and if you haven't gotten the point yet, teenage Chinese girls read it everywhere. Not that he knows anything about that ; of course not.