[Hetalia] Korea/China - Idolatry
Fandom: Hetalia
Pairing: Korea/China
Rating: PG
Summary: Operation 'Let's Make Udon, aru!' fails. Operation 'I love you, hyung' doesn't.
They were supposed to be making udon for Japan's birthday. It was family tradition to make dishes from the celebrating nation's cuisine, and this time was no different; Vietnam and Thailand were off somewhere making mochi, Taiwan had taken it upon herself to make a giant batch of onigiri, and Hong Kong was apparently trying to convince England to let him use his kitchen so he could make sushi. Which, of course, left China with Korea and the task of making udon.
He should have known it would fail from the start.
"No, aru!" He cried, pulling the wooden spoon from the younger nation's hands. "You don't need a spoon to make udon, Yong Soo. Use your hands."
Korea pouted, looking for all the world like a dirty puppy, covered as he was in flour and bits of dough. It was kind cute, China thought to himself as his younger brother began to dig his hands into the flour mixture. He'd never tell Korea though - he'd never let him forget it.
"Hyung!" Korea's voice broke him out of his thoughts. "The dough's done like you said to. Do we get to stamp on it now?" China sighed.
"No, Yong Soo. It's called kneading."
Korea blinked. "So... I get to stamp on it, yeah?"
There was no helping this kid. No helping him at all.
"Yes, aru."
Korea whooped, and China couldn't help the small smile that crept onto his face at the joy his little brother was showing. Korea had been going through some stressful times recently, so it was good to see him so care-free.
It was not good, however, to see him actually stamping on their udon dough. China hadn't thought he would take it literally.
"Yong Soo! Stop, aru!" He rushed over, pulling the Korean away from the small bag of dough he had been jumping on. "You've got to be gentle." That said, he stepped onto the bag and began to tread lightly, gently lifting and pressing with his feet.
Korea seemed transfixed by his movements, and China wondered briefly if he was going to claim the recipe's origins as his own. Instead, he decided to cut him off before he could.
"Yong Soo. Hold my arms. I need you to help me balance."
Korea nodded, surprisingly quiet for once, and he remained so as he took hold of China's outstretched arms. The elder nation used the Korean's continued fascination to study his face in peace.
There was a slight smile tugging at his lips, unchallenged by a glob of sticky flour-mixture, and his eyes were filled with pure joy and fascination. China had always liked Korea's eyes; they were the only thing that always gave away the younger nation's true emotions. And Korea had become very good at hiding them over the years.
As China continued to gently knead the dough beneath his feet, Korea looked up at him, eyes wide and a grin on his face.
"Hyung, you're so awesome!"
China couldn't help the blush that coloured his cheeks at the other nation's statement. "Thank you, aru." He looked away, determined not to meet his younger brother's gaze.
But the next thing he knew, Korea was leaning in closer, and China could feel his heart pounding loudly in his chest as the other nation placed a brief kiss on his cheek. He turned back, eyes wide, to see Korea smiling at him, his damned hair curl looking for all the world as though it was grinning.
"What was that for, aru?"
Korea's smile just widened. "I love you, hyung!"
China blinked in surprised. "W-what?"
Korea used his hold on China's arms to pull him close to him, enveloping him in one of those hugs China secretly loved. "Hyung's special, and I love him." China could feel his cheeks heat up again, and briefly allowed himself to bury his head in Korea's chest.
"I love you too, Yong Soo. Now please let me go. We need to finish this udon or Hong Kong will kill us!"
China felt rather than heard Korea's quiet laugh as he loosened his hold on the other nation. However, he didn't let go entirely, his hands slipping from China's arms to instead hold him by the waist. China said nothing at the change in position. As long as the Korean didn't try to claim them as his own, he didn't mind his hands being there. In fact, they were rather comforta-
"Hyung, why haven't I claimed your hips yet?"
Speak of the devil.
"You're not having them, aru."
Here came another of those (adorable) pouts, but China stood his ground.
"No. Isn't it enough that you've already tried to claim my nipples?"
The hum that Korea admitted surprised China. It seemed as though he was actually seriously considering it!
"No." He finally answered. China looked up at him in confusion.
"No what?"
This time, it was Korea's turn to blush, his cheeks tainted a light pink that, when accompanied by the flour still dusting his face and the dubious globs of dough that had stuck to his hair curl, made China's stomach do a pathetic attempt at a triple back flip.
"It's not enough, because I love hyung, and I want something of his to call my own."
"Y-yong Soo..."
China suddenly found himself speechless. Korea's eyes had been so intense that he'd almost not heard the words that had come out of his mouth. But he had, and China now found his thoughts and his heart racing at 100 miles an hour.
Why was it always Korea that managed to make him feel like a lovestruck girl or an old man with heart problems? He seemed to have the gift of knowing exactly the right thing to say and at exactly the right time, all to make China blush like a girl who'd just been asked out by her crush.
China paused. All these comparisons to lovesick girls... He couldn't be interested in Korea, could he?!
One look at the Korean's face, split almost in half by the proud yet slightly embarrassed grin, and China knew his answer. When he thought about it properly, it had always been Korea who was there to cheer him up, make him laugh, make him feel good about himself. And, China decided, if he had to give up his hips or something similar to make Korea happy, he would.
"If I give you my hips, will that make you happy, aru?"
Korea looked startled briefly, before he smirked. "Maybe."
China couldn't help but feel proud inside. Damn, he'd raised that boy well.
Outwardly, he allowed himself a small smirk of his own before wrapping his arms around the Korean's neck and drawing him in for a light, gentle kiss. When they drew apart, Korea was looking at him with undisguised shock, overshadowed by unadulterated love. His lips were parted in silent surprise, and China allowed his smirk to widen.
"How about that, aru?"
This time, the other nation gave no verbal answer, instead pulling China in for another kiss, this time deeper than before. The older nation allowed a small sigh of delight as he melted into Korea's arms, the udon dough completely forgotten by both of them.
It was only later, as he was listening to an irate Taiwan ranting at him down the phone about how it was against their tradition to go out and buy food to bring to the party, that China realised allowing Korea to indulge himself was probably not such a good idea. Then again, Korea's face as he bounced up and down in the queue beside him, carefully balancing several boxes of dango, made him decide that it was worth it in the end.
FIN.