Patriotic Spirit (1/1)
anonymous
January 24 2010, 06:35:51 UTC
Fail. Short!fill is short. Another, more talented, anon should write something longer (and better)
“That’s not funny, you know.”
Hong Kong raised an eyebrow at China’s sharp reprimand. He leaned back in the bus seat and feigned a quizzical expression. “What do you mean?”
China glared, trying to look angry to hide his clearly hurt expression. “That!” he protested, pointing across the aisle at Hong Kong’s chest.
He glanced down at the T-shirt, the neat, red letters spelling out: Made in China. When he looked back up at the nation in question, he put on an expression of blank innocence. “Yes?”
“Well…!” China flailed his arms exasperatedly. “What in the hell do you mean by that?”
Hong Kong cocked his head. “Well, it’s true, in a way. Isn’t it?”
“Ugh!” China rolled his eyes exaggeratedly. “Why do you have to make everything weird, Hong Kong?”
Hong Kong smirked inwardly, and turned towards the window. He had an idea that the T-shirt would have this effect of bewildering and upsetting the larger nation.
Well, he had it coming.
“Whoa, Hong Kong!”
Hong Kong turned around in his seat to look at the source of the voice, which was loud enough to attract odd looks from the other passengers. America was leaning over the metal seat, beaming at Hong Kong.
“That’s an awesome T-shirt!” he enthused, poking at Hong Kong’s chest without thought of personal space.
The inside-smirk deepened. “Thank you. I could get you one.”
China moaned into his hands. “This is getting weird!” he groaned.
America looked at Hong Kong questioningly. “What’s his deal?”
Hong Kong shrugged. “No patriotic spirit, I suppose.”
“That’s not funny, you know.”
Hong Kong raised an eyebrow at China’s sharp reprimand. He leaned back in the bus seat and feigned a quizzical expression. “What do you mean?”
China glared, trying to look angry to hide his clearly hurt expression. “That!” he protested, pointing across the aisle at Hong Kong’s chest.
He glanced down at the T-shirt, the neat, red letters spelling out: Made in China. When he looked back up at the nation in question, he put on an expression of blank innocence. “Yes?”
“Well…!” China flailed his arms exasperatedly. “What in the hell do you mean by that?”
Hong Kong cocked his head. “Well, it’s true, in a way. Isn’t it?”
“Ugh!” China rolled his eyes exaggeratedly. “Why do you have to make everything weird, Hong Kong?”
Hong Kong smirked inwardly, and turned towards the window. He had an idea that the T-shirt would have this effect of bewildering and upsetting the larger nation.
Well, he had it coming.
“Whoa, Hong Kong!”
Hong Kong turned around in his seat to look at the source of the voice, which was loud enough to attract odd looks from the other passengers. America was leaning over the metal seat, beaming at Hong Kong.
“That’s an awesome T-shirt!” he enthused, poking at Hong Kong’s chest without thought of personal space.
The inside-smirk deepened. “Thank you. I could get you one.”
China moaned into his hands. “This is getting weird!” he groaned.
America looked at Hong Kong questioningly. “What’s his deal?”
Hong Kong shrugged. “No patriotic spirit, I suppose.”
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I LOVE YOU.
You're not fail at all~ It made me smile~
That is all~ *prances*
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