For Xiaolongbaozhu: Unusual Company :｡･:*:･ﾟ'☆

[iceandheather]

[It is night, and Norway's home is silent except for the creak and squeak of the building as it settles, making the noises common in such old buildings. Outside a light summer rain falls, the sound hushed, gentle, lulling. Despite the quiet and the late hour, not all the occupants of the house are sleeping. There is a light on in the kitchen

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[xiaolongbaozhu]

[Norway's not the only one wide awake and lost in his thoughts- in a separate room Hong Kong finds himself curled up under an unfamiliar blanket, and for that reason and others he too has yet to go to bed.

Well, technically, he is in bed, but he isn't tired in the slightest. As he lies there he's too busy thinking about other things than to think of sleep- like how he had found himself here in the first place, and where here was, and whether that snoring sound was coming from Iceland or just an unfortunate breeze. He sits up in the darkness, just able to make out Iceland's peacefully sleeping form bundled under his own blankets. For a moment Hong Kong debates over being the inconsiderate bastard he usually is and poking his friend awake so that he'd have someone to keep him company, but with a sigh he decides against it and flops back down on his pillow

[iceandheather]

[At that tug, Norway gasps, a deep flush spreading over his cheeks. Not exactly the sort of reaction most would have upon having their hair pulled, but then again, Norway's hair isn't exactly ordinary.

He tries to compose himself. Iceland, Norway thinks. It's just Iceland. Still, it isn't easy. His hands tremble as he dog-ears the page and sets the paperback down. Clears his throat, preparing to lecture his brother on how one shouldn't sneak up on people, especially if one plans on doing that. It's embarrassing, being seen like that, and it isn't entirely pleasant being essentially groped without warning, even if it's just a certain person doing it.]

Ice, let go've --

[As he speaks, he glances to the window. The darkness outside reflects the light inside like a mirror, and in that mirror Norway sees -- not Iceland. As he realizes who it is, his words die, and he's left blushing even more than he had been before.]

... What d'you think you're doing.

[xiaolongbaozhu]

[He definitely wasn't expecting a reaction like that to a simple hair tug and startled, Hong Kong lets go of the strand as quickly as he grabbed it.]

S-sorry, didn't think you'd like, feel that.

[He dismisses the reaction as a simple overreaction of- what, pain and surprise? The blush on Norway's face escapes him completely; he's never fathomed the idea of erogenous hair. He steals a quick glance at the curl to make sure it's actually, you know, detached from his hair.]

[Which it is.]

[Well.]

[He shifts slightly on the spot before tugging out a chair and sitting down awkwardly next to Norway]

....so, uh. What's up.

[iceandheather]

[Norway clears his throat. He can't look at Hong Kong, not yet, not with how flustered and unsettled he is.]

Gettin' pestered by you, looks like.

[He breathes deeply, and rationalizes it while he takes a second to compose himself. The kid didn't know, did he? Likely not. Not unless Iceland told him, perhaps, which he wouldn't, not if he knew what's good for him. So it's fine, then, Norway thinks. It's fine.]

[Now settled, he looks at him - still blushing, but aside from that, just as blank-faced as usual.]

Thought you went to bed.

[Implying, of course, that he should have stayed there.]