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Jee Yun considered herself a very thoughtful person. At the same time, her friends sometimes told her it was scary the way she jumped her goodwill on to people, so as she sits there, watching a young man who’d been looking at the travel posters outside the agency for a good ten minutes, she wonders if she should go out there and offer him some help.
Just when she overcomes her internal debate in favour of investigating, he walks towards the door, pauses, and pushes it open. The chatter and bustle of the Hong Kong mall outside slips in with him.
She gives him a big, welcoming smile. He just looks at her, his sombre expression unchanging, and lowers his eyes. Jee Yun folds her arms on the counter table. Oh well. Not a lot of customers smiled anyway. It was the trendy thing, not smiling. And this one looks very trendy, with his belt-decorated cargo pants and short necklace and longish, swept-to-the-side hair. His eyebrows could do with a teensy bit of plucking, though.
He notices her looking at him and halts in his perusal of the China travel brochures.
“For one of my friends,” he offers by way of explanation. He picks up another pamphlet, gives it a cursory glance and adds it to the small stack in his hand. “When Russia gets cold, he likes to accommodate himself in China’s southern provinces.”
Jee Yun leans over on her elbows a little and smiles. “Really now? Why doesn’t he visit Hong Kong too if he’s already heading all the way down there?”
The corner of the young man’s mouth twitches upwards, mysteriously. “Hong Kong is very busy at this time of year.”
“Really? But it’s always busy.” She looks slightly puzzled. He shrugs.
“He’ll probably pay me a visit later in the year.” He returns to browsing.
There is a lapse of silence. Jee Yun watches him lift up a booklet on South Korea curiously, then swiftly put it back down. “Are these the only… guides you have?” he asks.
“Of course not!” She bends down behind the counter and tugs out the box of European travel brochures. “Did you have anywhere particular in mind?”
The young man doesn’t answer as she clunks the box down on the tabletop, just walks quietly over. Well. She pulls out a random few and spreads them neatly on the table’s white surface. He stops, an almost cautious distance away, and for a moment averts his eyes in what looks like embarrassment. Then he pulls his gaze back. One of the brochures seems to have caught his attention. She follows the direction of his stare. It’s the one of Paris, with an elegant view of the Eiffel Tower at night. There are fireworks around it. He carefully picks it up.
“This one has a nice view,” he comments, neutral as ever, but there is the suggestion of a smirk in his eyes. “Maybe I’ll give it to my foster father.”
He gives the rest of the pamphlets a brief poke through, face tilted slightly away as if he only wants to look at them through the corners of his eyes. Nothing else seems to interest him though. He eventually pushes them into a stack, towards her, and shakes his head when she proffers the box of American tour guides she’d dug out to him. “That should be all.” He gives her a nod. “Thank you.”
As he turns around, Jee Yun, in her customary leap of thoughtfulness, snatches up a booklet from behind the desk and calls, “Wait!”
He turns around and his eyes immediately fix blankly on the travel guide she’s waving at him. If he was a more expressive person, he might have gaped.
“I mean, I noticed you were looking at the posters of Taiwan outside,” she beams. “Here. Are you thinking of doing some sightseeing there?”
The young man’s expression doesn’t change as he peels his eyes from the cover and coughs. Then, as she gives it another impatient wave, he slowly reaches out to accept it.
“I’d need a visa to enter,” he is all he says. But he very carefully and deliberately tucks the booklet into his shoulder bag, alongside the rest of the tourism brochures, before walking quickly out.
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England almost drops his teacup when he sees the… the obscenity on the table. He slams the saucer down, snatches the brochure off the table (while refusing to look at it) and storms down to the Channel.
“FRANCE!” he bellows as he kicks in the door to France’s Calais residence. The Frenchman looks up from where is seated by the kitchen table, unperturbed by England’s rage, and raises an eyebrow over his coffee.
England flings the brochure at him. “Don’t leave disgusting things lying around in my house!”
France catches the glossy paper, looks at it. His other eyebrow goes up. “My, Angleterre, I never knew you were that eager to see a firework display around le tour Eiffel -”
“Who the bloody fuck would be? I found this lying on my dining room table like an insult!” he spits furiously, bristling.
“An insult? When you phrase it like that, I am almost tempted to claim responsibility for this.” France leans back in his chair with a sigh.
“Don’t you mean you are responsible for this, you depraved frog?”
“Alas, it did not cross my mind that a simple picture of one of my national monuments would spark such an amusing reaction from the world’s Erotic Ambassador.”
“The world’s-? I’m not the one with a picture of the Statue of Liberty in his study!”
“And I’m not the one with a calendar in his bedroom that is permanently open on the scene of the Grand Canyon.”
England splutters.
“Really,” France continues nonchalantly, as the Englishman stomps across the room towards him, “There is a marked difference between liking a gift I gave to America and constantly eyeballing America’s natural scenery -”
England grabs France around the neck, France merrily knees England in the stomach and before long they are both trying to simultaneously shove each other away and get each other into a head lock. It is a bright and normal start to Europe’s morning.
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“China,” Russia smiles up at him. “Can you show me around Zhaoqing today?”
China makes a face as he sets a bowl and pair of chopsticks down in front of Russia. “Why don’t you show yourself around? You’ve been there enough times.” He sets a plate and a cup down too, and then stops to give Russia a meaningful look. “My only advice for your next expedition would be to go a bit slower. I know you’re a keen tourist -” China plucks Russia’s hand off of his waist “- but if you spent some more time just admiring the scenery instead of rushing through, you might find you needn’t visit quite so many times.”
Russia nuzzles his side. “But I like visiting. It’s always so nice and warm in Zhoaqing.”
China’s cheeks redden slightly at the comment before he pushes Russia away. “You can’t come here every time you get cold,” he says irritably, moving around the table to pour hot water into the teapot. “It’s a pain.”
“But it’s hard, staying at my place in winter. And lonely. And you rarely let me take you up north, so I have to come down here instead.”
“And then I have to show you around everywhere.”
“You’re so good at it though.” Russia gives China his sweetest smile and tries to catch his hand in his. “Please?”
China huffs as their fingers entangle. “Fine. Zhaoqing. In the afternoon.”
“And Guangzhou?”
“Don’t push your luck.”
A/N: Author!anon feels like she should apologise for her fail!humour and shameless innuendo. :D This is nowhere near the sheer genius of the other fill though, go read it.
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Oh, and the line about quickly putting away a book on South Korea made me crack up. Keep up the awesome work, anon~
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Thank you! <3
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Maybe I’ll give it to my foster father.”
HONG KONG you sneaky passive-aggressive snuggly thing. =D
that is permanently open on the scene of the Grand Canyon
He only wishes it were of Old Faithful.
I know you’re a keen tourist -” China plucks Russia’s hand off of his waist
This is a beautiful, subtly done shift that I really, really love. Before this moment, it's as though they're talking about actual tourist experiences. With that line of dialogue, and the connection of dialogue to action, it becomes absolutely clear that they are speaking of metaphorical tourism. I love this moment.
“And Guangzhou?”
Can I just say that I'm dork enough to have actually examined a map, and was amused? ♥
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FFFF
No worries, author!anon, I very much enjoyed the shameless innuendo. XD
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Why would I mind? I love this fill so much. It’s perfect.
“…constantly eyeballing America’s natural scenery -” Oh Artie, you Perv.
I heart the fact that it was Hong Kong that was picking up the ‘brochures.’
It was actually a Hong Kong/China travel brochure that made me request this fill
Love this Omake Author!anon. If you hadn’t already realised
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Heh, we all know England is the world's Erotic Ambassador, non? And oh gosh, it was a Hong Kong/China travel brochure that prompted this request? XD Awesome! Maybe I'm psychic!
I'm so glad you liked this. :D
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The saddest part is when Hong Kong says he needs a permit to enter Taiwan (sounds kind of x-rated). I looked it up and it sounds complicated for Hong Kong people to enter Taiwan because of the sovereignty issue.
Never been to Taiwan but if I did, I would be using my foreign passport (ethnic Chinese but foreign citizen).
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