The words written in bold stuck out to you, mocking you and laughing at your distraught attitude. 2 months of supervision. Under E.U. of all people! For what? It wasn't even your fault. Moping around, you haphazardly drank your cold coffee and slurped it up, giving a satisfied sigh. Japan looked over your shoulder and gaped, pinching off his glasses with his fingers, bringing them to the side. "But," He stammered. "That's absurd! They know it's not our fault!" Japan shouted angrily.
Kazakhstan stood at the back of the couch, looking over your head and inspecting the paper again. Sighing, he rubbed his head aggravatedly. "At least it's not that bad. The masterminds behind this shit show have gotten it even worse." Japan squinted his eyes at the paper. "It also says it starts a week from now. We can worry about it later, it seems."
Finland peeked at the three of you before reverting to being the sour lemon he was. You grumbled and set the paper on the coffee table, kicking your legs up. All of you settled into an irritated silence. The only thing breaking this fragile tension was the occasional sighs and groans. After a few minutes, you opened an eye up at Kazakhstan. You smiled tiredly. "Mall?" He chuckled. "Only if I can get my hair done."
"Consider it a deal." You smirked.
"Pleasure doing business with you." An exhausted breath escaped his lips, eyes holding that shiny twinkle of excitement.
-Later that Afternoon-
"Wallet, check. I.D, check. Lippie, check. Keys, check. Alright, all good to go!" You practically bowled out the front door before pivoting around to lock it. Sling bag swinging haphazardly by your hips, you hopped over the fence and raised your hand to knock on their door. Abruptly, the door opened to a freshened-up Finland. His hair was slicked back with gell and a few short strands escaped the loose hold of his hair to frame his forehead.
A mask donned his face and silver hoops dangled from his ears, complimenting his pale complexion. He wore a black long-sleeve t-shirt that crept up to the neck, tucking it into a pair of black pants. A leather jacket with fur on the inside hung loosely from his shoulders, and to top it off he wore platform short boots. You raised an eyebrow at the outfit and smirked. "Oh? Getting all dressed up for our little playdate?"
Finland at you before rolling his eyes and opening the door more for you to get in. Stepping in, you were met with the visage of Japan sitting cross-legged on the couch and Kazakhstan leaning over the living room vanity mirror to apply his lip gloss. Japan had his glasses on and was reading a book. "Oh, Y/N." Japan smiled. Standing up, he went over to hug you tightly. You hugged him back, looking him over. "Not bad." You grinned.
Going for a warm Autumn theme, he had a tucked rustic green plaid shirt with open buttons, revealing the thin white shirt he had hidden behind it. A vintage belt held up his light brown pants and he carried an old worn sling bag. His shoes were antique, with little tiny swirl designs on them. His cheeks were dusted a light pink while he scratched the back of his neck. "Ah, it's not much."
Without warning, Kaz hugged you from behind and lifted you off the ground, spinning you while laughing. You yelped. His golden eyes were accentuated with gleaming yellow eyeliner with drawn-on stars. An angelic short white corset was tugged over his flowy white blouse with ruffles near the wrists, giving him an ethereal aesthetic. He wore regular white business pants, choosing to cover his feet with heeled boots. Ruffled golden wings completed the look. "Y/N! You look so good!"
Letting you down, Kazakhstan smoothed out your outfit with a sheepish smile. "Sorry about that, got a bit excited." You laughed it off. "No worries. You look amazing!" He glowed at the compliment, smug and happy. You wore one of your favourite outfits, so you were happy at the praise you got from him. (You can choose your outfit, no need for me to dictate what you wear :). )
Finland stared at you with a deadpan expression. "No more feeding him compliments. I swear each time he gets one, he becomes more of a snob every second." You chuckle and swing your car keys around your index finger, the sound gaining everyone's attention. "So, my car or yours?"
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I apologize for the short and late chapter, but things have been very stressful lately.
- Lili
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