1 - Chiame fluff.
Chiame fluff (requested by Iseriii)
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America sighed as he rested on the back of his airplane seat.
He’d be in Beijing soon. It was just a business trip. So why was he so nervous about it?
America thought a bit.
What he was nervous about was seeing China, He realized.
He probably shouldn’t have been so nervous – China was, technically, supposed to be the enemy, according to his country’s view. But he couldn’t help but want to impress China. After all, China was sleek, graceful, and his actions were always seemingly well thought out.
Maybe it was the sort of situation where he wanted to outcompete his competition?
He felt that way with the now-dead Soviet Union.
But this time, he felt a bit different. Somehow.
America almost flushed at that feeling. When he saw China, he was always guarded, but not in the untrusting way. He didn’t want to mess up, is all. And when he wasn’t around China, he was all that flooded America’s mind.
America didn’t have much time to dwell on it, as the Airplane’s PA system came up.
“–ATTENTION PASSENGERS: WE ARE ABOUT TO LAND. PLEASE BUCKLE YOUR SEATBELTS AND STOW AWAY YOUR TRAY TABLES.”
America followed what the announcement said. He had a lot of experience on airplanes, after all, since he flew around rather often. That was the experience of a country as large as him, after all.
As soon as the plane landed, and the plane’s staff began unboarding, America sucked in a deep breath, and got his luggage. When he was at the airport, he looked around for China, or anyone that would escort him to China. He knew the former wouldn’t be likely, but oh, how he wished China would be there for him.
Soon, He brought himself to some official looking men.
“Are you here to escort me?” He asked, hiding the nervousness in his voice. He was good at doing that – one must be able to mask their emotions to be of such high ranking, after all.
One of the men nodded.
“Yes, we are here to escort you to the car. China is waiting for you in there.”
America’s spirits almost immediately lifted as he heard that. China was waiting for him.
As he was transported to the car – A sleek, black one with tinted windows, the brand he didn’t know of – he already felt his palms getting sweaty. He wiped them off discreetly as he slipped inside the back seat, right beside China.
“So…” America started, “Why am I here, exactly?”
Right. He didn’t know why he was here, he just assumed it was for business.
“Oh!” China said with a pleasant smile, “I just wanted you here.”
America’s jaw dropped.
“Just.. Just wanted me here?”
The audacity of this guy–
“Yes. I’m taking you to my office,” China said, pointing to some tall, glass-looking building that broke through Beijing’s skyline.
Needless to say, it looked impressive.
America also noticed through the window that it was already evening. He didn’t notice it when he was walking out, probably from the nervousness.
“It’s already evening?” America asks, raising an eyebrow, “Have I really been here that long?”
“America, It has been evening since you arrived…” China reminds him, laughing softly afterward.
America felt warmth going to his cheeks hearing the laugh.
He looked at his lap, muttering out a small ‘Yep’ before going silent.
America’s silence was broken when they arrived at the building.
“It’s sure… Impressive,” America commented, looking up. He almost couldn’t see the top.
“”I know,” China hummed as he tugged America inside so they could get on the elevator, “My office is on the top floor, overlooking the city.”
America stiffened a bit as he heard that.
“Don’t you get… Afraid of how high up you are sometimes?”
They were already in the elevator by that point, and China was pressing buttons.
“No. I find the height rather wonderful… Especially at night. I can see the stars. It’s beautiful.”
“Oh. Alright.” America mumbled, looking at the floor. Soon enough, they were at China’s office. It was, in fact, surrounded on all sides by windows. It gave a sense of exposure, but also a sense of beauty as they looked down at the city below them, and the stars above them. America sank down onto a couch that was in front of the window, mesmerized by the sight.
“You were right,” America said in a daze, “It is beautiful.”
Soon though, America’s daze was broken as he became aware of China sitting next to him. It was close enough to feel China’s warmth.
“I find a strange beauty seeing the lights of my city at night,” China comments, leaning a bit closer.
“China…” America mumbles, flushing a bright red, “Isn’t this unprofessional?”
China smiles warmly at America.
“This wasn’t meant to be a professional meeting… But I can stop if you’d like.”
America raises his eyebrows and leans closer to China, himself.
“No. I… I like it, actually. A lot.”
Soon, without America even knowing, they were fully cuddling. America’s head was resting on China’s lap as America curled up, with China running his fingers through America’s hair.
“You’re warm,” America comments with a smile, looking up.
“Am I really?”
“Mhm. Your fingers feel nice, too.”
America snuggled closer.
“We really should make a habit of this. I find myself liking it. A lot.”
“I agree.” ]