♡~Ice n' Rice~♡

Chapter 9. Secrets

It was 9 a.m. in the morning. Iceland and Hong Kong were still asleep.

The other Asians decided to let them sleep as long as they wanted that day.

Iceland's phone went off, playing a horrible pop melody as his ringtone, that apparently, Iceland loved.

The picture of a certain Norwegian male showed up in the screen.

The Icelandic boy quickly woke up, pulled away from his sleep by the loud melody.

He quickly stretched his hand, reaching for his phone. He didn't want the loud sound to wake Hong Kong up. He quickly slided his index finger across the screen, picking up the call.

-Norge?

-Ice!! Didn't you read my texts?

-W-What? I was still asleep....

-You worried me!!

-N-Norway! -He tried to yell in a whisper, forcing his throat- Stop that! I'm not a baby... You knew I was in a sleepover at Hong Kong's!

A sigh was heard from the other side of the phone.

-Ice... It's already nine in the morning... Could you please come back?! We have another sight-seeing trip now! We're all waiting!!

Iceland glared at his phone.

-Okay, okay... I'll rush there...

-You better!

Norway hung up.

Iceland groaned, holding up his middle finger to the phone, in a hatred gesture.

His usual inner peace returned to him as he looked at Hong Kong.

He was still asleep, holding into a pillow. His mouth, half-open, made his tan cheeks look a little chubbier.
"Shit, he's adorable", Iceland thought.

He walked up to him, feeling how an idiotic smile curled his lips upwards, and how the blood rushed to his cheeks.

His violet orbs adored the Cantonese boy's features silently, making him blush even more.

He leaned, their lips almost touching. He recalled their failed attempt of kissing, interrupted by Hong Kong's loud Korean brother.

But now they were alone...

Iceland's blush got darker -good thing it wasn't noticeable under the pale, weak daylight that filtered through the sunblinds, and kissed Hong Kong's lips quickly.

The Asian's lips curled in a small, adorable smile, and his face took a slightly redder tone.

Iceland gazed at him tenderly, before walking out the room.

A thousand butterflies tickled Iceland's stomach in everything step he took, carefully measured to make as less noise as possible.

Was that what Denmark and Finland meant?

The flutter of the butterflies, the over-heated cheeks... The burning, but nice warm feeling inside one?

Was that... what they called...

...love?

It could be... after all, the Icelandic didn't get as close to anyone as he got to Hong Kong.

He definitively felt something... special for the Cantonese boy...

A strong bond between them...