-Discontinued- Proving a Point ||CountryHumans|| *(Au in desc)

Chapter 39- 'love' hurts

North Korea sat in the restaurant.

Normal, right? Nope. His guardians are outside, listening from a handy lil' listening device attached to his shirt. He insisted it not be so exposed but as long as they can keep tabs on him, they didn't care how exposed it was. What is anyone else gonna do, punish them?

All he wanted to do was eat food that wasn't stale and from his fridge that desperately needed an intense repair or a full-on replacement. There was chatter around him, mostly from teenage boys and the occasional date for 2. He watched a date between two women only a few tables away- they seemed so happy and sure of themselves. Ugh, humans.

The waitress came over. She had her long hair died dark red with a neatly cut fringe just over her eyes. It gave her something to separate her from the other waitresses, appearance-wise atleast. She held a small notebook and pen at the ready. "What would you like, sir?"

"This- small, please," North pointed to a name on the menu. He usually didn't say what he wanted out loud because he was too paranoid someone was listening and silently judging from the shadows (*cough*his guardians*cough*).

The waitress scribbled down his order. "Drinks?"

"Um, just water. Please."

Wordlessely scribbling down the rest of his order, she walked away. North Korea sighed deeply, screwing his eyes shut before opening them again and staring down at the table. Who knew ordering food could be so anxiety-inducing?

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard someone sit down in front of him rather quietly, politely tapping his hand soon after.

North looked up. "Huh? China?"

China smiled nervously. It was charming how innocent he looked. "I thought this restaurant was interesting so I came in,"

Did he see me? Is that the real reason why he came? North couldn't help but wonder.

"And then I saw you! What a coincidence!" China added, his smile growing even wider.

North couldn't tell whether China meant it. Every time he smiled, it didn't seem to reach his eyes like a smile should. But North Korea was willing to ignore this if it meant he could still be in his company.

"Yeah, coincidence,"

China relaxed, starting to trace his finger along the cutlery on the table. "What are you doing here, anyway?"

North cringed at himself. His reasons were a bit pathetic. "I wanted to try something new,"

"Something new, huh?"

North bit his lip. It usually stopped him from saying or doing something stupid. It also helped him endure mental and physical strain. Right now, he was trying not to shrink into a pulp and dig himself 6 feet under. What was that? I wanted to try something new- what the fuck? Who says that about going to a public restaurant?

"Yeah, something new," North didn't know why he was dragging this out for so long when all he needed was to get past this subject matter as soon as possible.

China hummed. "Did you order?"

"Yeah,"

What's with the 1 word answers? Granted, the last answer he gave was 6 words, but that is in response to an open-ended answer so it is only expected of North to properly explain himself, which he failed to do. He wasn't even starting the conversations. It felt so one-sided and forced and China was actually trying and North can't say a damn thing because his social skills are fucking ✨dead✨ and he wished he never came and-

"I might order something then, pass it over?" China gestured over to the menu that North was unintentionally gripping mercilessly due to symptoms of clinical depression (that was a joke. Maybe).