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How it happened:
Stealthily, you crept up on Yao. Sitting on a bench, presumably enjoying the flowering trees, ambushing him was too perfect to resist. One step brought you closer to him, another and you were almost there, last one and you were close enough to embrace him. Carefully, very carefully, you slid onto the bench, wrapping your arms around him and greeting him with a sweet, “Good afternoon!”
Though you weren’t a romantic, you knew what you wanted, and love wasn’t half bad.
When Yao didn’t respond, you raised an eyebrow, noticing that he was asleep. Still smiling, your eyes glinted with a glare. Why was he asleep? Glancing at his side, you noticed a painting canvas on the ground and knelt to pick it up. He had been painting the sky, you observed, with a sole flower in the middle. Wait, you looked closer, that’s not the sky, it’s a pond. Interesting.
Propping the painting accordingly, you glanced at Yao.
Face drifting through dreams, his expression was soft. Part of you wanted to break that tranquility, while another part desired to embrace it. You didn’t understand yourself. Settling for just touching his face and watching him, you puzzled over the Chinese man. Just like you, he was powerful and desired more power, but your personalities were opposites. While you were serene but insincere, he was high-strung but honest. It fascinated you in an odd, childish manner.
However, as your eyes swept down his face then his body, a protruding bulge from his pocket caught your eye. Curiously, you poked it with a finger and Yao awoke immediately, as if you had jabbed it.
“Ah!” Yao yelped. “What are you doing?”
“Mmm?” You smiled. “Nothing.”
Unconvinced, Yao straightened up and seized his painting, exclaiming, “You looked, didn’t you?” Well, you weren’t expecting him to react over that as your stare fixated itself on his pocket. “Really, you could learn to respect people’s privacy!” He scolded you with a glance and you shrugged innocently. Sighing, he held it out to you. “Here. Happy fifth anniversary.” You blinked, tilting your head to the side.
“Why are you giving me a present?” Your eyebrows knitted together. “You haven’t before.”
“Must you always ask questions?” Yao prodded your nose.
“Yes!” You responded, poking out your tongue.
With yet another sigh, Yao replied, “Fine. But close your eyes! I want your second gift to be a complete and total surprise!” Pouting, you did as commanded and squeezed your eyes shut, irritated but smiling. Yao seemed slightly amused and chuckled. Your smile tightened. After a few moments of silence, Yao ordered, “Hold out your hands.” Again, you did as directed, holding both of them out to receive.
A light box plopped between the palms of your hands.
Just as you were about to slim your eyes open, Yao instructed, “No. Keep them closed.”
Smile turning to a scowl, you wanted to know exactly what he was doing. His smooth hands lightly grazed yours and overlapped your fingers, squeezing both the box and your hands tightly. Suddenly, you felt his lips brush your knuckles and, not caring if you were going against his orders or not, you opened your eyes to see him chastely kissing you.
Upon realizing that you were looking, Yao blushed and released your hands. Within your warm hands was a little white box with Chinese characters inscribed on the top: “我的愛”. It was hand-painted and you recognized Yao’s writing immediately. Translating the traditional Chinese, you realized that it said, To My Love. Yao smiled proudly. “Go ahead, you may open it now.”
Nimbly, you flicked the box open to discover a piece of paper.
Your smile emptied—there was no ring.
Beam cold, you unfurled the paper and were immediately met with a barrage of Chinese characters that were foreign to your eyes: “儘管我們有分歧,我愛你,想和你結婚。你願意嫁給我嗎?” Not understanding made you feel stupid. This inevitably made you angry. Struggling to remain composed, you bit your lower lip before controlling it into a perfectly frustrated grin. “What does all of this say?”
Glad that you were asking, Yao cheerfully replied, “Jǐnguǎn wǒmen yǒu fèn qí, wǒ ài nǐ, xiǎng hé nǐ jiéhūn. Nǐ yuànyì jià gěi wǒ ma?” Wow. You wanted to hit him when he wouldn’t do things your way and acted so cheekily. Realizing how irritated you were becoming, not wanting to damage the moment, Yao translated, “Despite our differences, I love you and wish to marry you.” His eyes became suddenly serious when they met yours. “Will you marry me?”
Flushing, you stumbled over your words. “W-what? Seriously?”
Yao raised an eyebrow. “I would not play around about proposing to you. It is a serious matter, after all!” Rising to his feet and pulling you up with him, Yao kissed your cheek and slipped a ring onto your finger. “You are a highly respectable young woman and I expect that you will let me take care of you from now on.”
Your smile was sheepish. “You are so unromantic sometimes, Yao.”
He goggled at you. “Am I really? Ah, well. You’re not too romantic either.”
Giggling, you looped a strand of his hair around your finger before yanking gently on his entire ponytail, pulling his mouth into yours and saying, “Shut those lips of yours and kiss me, love.” Outraged that you just out-bossed him but excited by your acceptance and willingness, his lips met yours with unrivaled passion. Fingers entangling in your hair, Yao regained dominance as he pressed his lips and body against yours, making you battle him with love in return.
For someone so stuck-up and presumably prudish, he was an extremely good kisser.
Now, he was yours to kiss for eternity.
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How it happened:
Stealthily, you crept up on Yao. Sitting on a bench, presumably enjoying the flowering trees, ambushing him was too perfect to resist. One step brought you closer to him, another and you were almost there, last one and you were close enough to embrace him. Carefully, very carefully, you slid onto the bench, wrapping your arms around him and greeting him with a sweet, “Good afternoon!”
Though you weren’t a romantic, you knew what you wanted, and love wasn’t half bad.
When Yao didn’t respond, you raised an eyebrow, noticing that he was asleep. Still smiling, your eyes glinted with a glare. Why was he asleep? Glancing at his side, you noticed a painting canvas on the ground and knelt to pick it up. He had been painting the sky, you observed, with a sole flower in the middle. Wait, you looked closer, that’s not the sky, it’s a pond. Interesting.
Propping the painting accordingly, you glanced at Yao.
Face drifting through dreams, his expression was soft. Part of you wanted to break that tranquility, while another part desired to embrace it. You didn’t understand yourself. Settling for just touching his face and watching him, you puzzled over the Chinese man. Just like you, he was powerful and desired more power, but your personalities were opposites. While you were serene but insincere, he was high-strung but honest. It fascinated you in an odd, childish manner.
However, as your eyes swept down his face then his body, a protruding bulge from his pocket caught your eye. Curiously, you poked it with a finger and Yao awoke immediately, as if you had jabbed it.
“Ah!” Yao yelped. “What are you doing?”
“Mmm?” You smiled. “Nothing.”
Unconvinced, Yao straightened up and seized his painting, exclaiming, “You looked, didn’t you?” Well, you weren’t expecting him to react over that as your stare fixated itself on his pocket. “Really, you could learn to respect people’s privacy!” He scolded you with a glance and you shrugged innocently. Sighing, he held it out to you. “Here. Happy fifth anniversary.” You blinked, tilting your head to the side.
“Why are you giving me a present?” Your eyebrows knitted together. “You haven’t before.”
“Must you always ask questions?” Yao prodded your nose.
“Yes!” You responded, poking out your tongue.
With yet another sigh, Yao replied, “Fine. But close your eyes! I want your second gift to be a complete and total surprise!” Pouting, you did as commanded and squeezed your eyes shut, irritated but smiling. Yao seemed slightly amused and chuckled. Your smile tightened. After a few moments of silence, Yao ordered, “Hold out your hands.” Again, you did as directed, holding both of them out to receive.
A light box plopped between the palms of your hands.
Just as you were about to slim your eyes open, Yao instructed, “No. Keep them closed.”
Smile turning to a scowl, you wanted to know exactly what he was doing. His smooth hands lightly grazed yours and overlapped your fingers, squeezing both the box and your hands tightly. Suddenly, you felt his lips brush your knuckles and, not caring if you were going against his orders or not, you opened your eyes to see him chastely kissing you.
Upon realizing that you were looking, Yao blushed and released your hands. Within your warm hands was a little white box with Chinese characters inscribed on the top: “我的愛”. It was hand-painted and you recognized Yao’s writing immediately. Translating the traditional Chinese, you realized that it said, To My Love. Yao smiled proudly. “Go ahead, you may open it now.”
Nimbly, you flicked the box open to discover a piece of paper.
Your smile emptied—there was no ring.
Beam cold, you unfurled the paper and were immediately met with a barrage of Chinese characters that were foreign to your eyes: “儘管我們有分歧,我愛你,想和你結婚。你願意嫁給我嗎?” Not understanding made you feel stupid. This inevitably made you angry. Struggling to remain composed, you bit your lower lip before controlling it into a perfectly frustrated grin. “What does all of this say?”
Glad that you were asking, Yao cheerfully replied, “Jǐnguǎn wǒmen yǒu fèn qí, wǒ ài nǐ, xiǎng hé nǐ jiéhūn. Nǐ yuànyì jià gěi wǒ ma?” Wow. You wanted to hit him when he wouldn’t do things your way and acted so cheekily. Realizing how irritated you were becoming, not wanting to damage the moment, Yao translated, “Despite our differences, I love you and wish to marry you.” His eyes became suddenly serious when they met yours. “Will you marry me?”
Flushing, you stumbled over your words. “W-what? Seriously?”
Yao raised an eyebrow. “I would not play around about proposing to you. It is a serious matter, after all!” Rising to his feet and pulling you up with him, Yao kissed your cheek and slipped a ring onto your finger. “You are a highly respectable young woman and I expect that you will let me take care of you from now on.”
Your smile was sheepish. “You are so unromantic sometimes, Yao.”
He goggled at you. “Am I really? Ah, well. You’re not too romantic either.”
Giggling, you looped a strand of his hair around your finger before yanking gently on his entire ponytail, pulling his mouth into yours and saying, “Shut those lips of yours and kiss me, love.” Outraged that you just out-bossed him but excited by your acceptance and willingness, his lips met yours with unrivaled passion. Fingers entangling in your hair, Yao regained dominance as he pressed his lips and body against yours, making you battle him with love in return.
For someone so stuck-up and presumably prudish, he was an extremely good kisser.
Now, he was yours to kiss for eternity.
Why because first America's a tigar then he's a monkey or something! By the way I am born in the year of the rat! Zodiac's I wouldn't get alone with rabbit and horse! Zodiac's I would dragon,ox,and monkey!\^w^/ So anyways I tryed finding out the hetalia countries and here's what I got!^^
Italy monkey
Germany monkey
America rooster
England dragon
France ox
China maybe dragon
Spain tigar
Romano snake or dragon
Lithuania rooster
Poland rooster
Latvia ox
Estonia pig
Switzerland dog matches!:]
Finland monkey
Sweden sheep
Greece rat YEAH!Another rat!\>.</
Korea rat or ox Probably another rat!:]
I hope this helps! I look it up of how old they are!:D I really wonder how others do it?:/