♡~Ice n' Rice~♡

Chapter 2. Asians

The sun entered through the window of a small room. The weather felt warm, though it was pretty cloudy.

A certain Asian boy was resting on his bed, with his headphones on. His hair was dark brown, and two bangs fell to the sides of his face. He also wore a long fringe, that almost covered his eyes. His beautiful amber eyes were closed, as he listened to the beat of every song from his phone. He was somehow isolated from the world, just focusing on the tunes.

So, he couldn't hear anything but the music, what made things easier from another boy in the house. He crawled slowly behind the amber-eyed, just to take his headphones off his head as quickly as he could, before running away from him, laughing

-Korea!! Give me those back!! -The Cantonese started chasing him around the house to get his headphones back.

The Korean boy was much taller than him, and much more annoying and loud. He had dark hair, almost black, with an alive curl on the right side of his head. His eyes were round and dark, with slight blue sparkles. He was strong, but not as agile as the smaller boy.

Korea turned around to mock the Cantonese just to bump into another boy in the hallway, making them both fall into the ground, grunting.

-Korea-san! Watch where you go -the third male mumbled, rubbing his head

-O-oh sorry, Japan, da-ze! -the Korean replied.

The small Chinese boy took his headphones off Korea's hands, before helping the other to get up

-Are you hurt?

-No, I'm fine - the Japanese muttered- Thank you, Hong Kong-kun.

The boy stared at him, slowly blinking once, as a way to say "You're welcome, before starting to walk back to his room.

Japan was a few millimeters taller than Hong Kong, but still much shorter than Korea. His black straight hair fell down his face as a fringe over his forehead and covering part of his ears. His eyes were big and souless, a dark shade of brown that didn't let his pupils be seen. He was usually quiet and polite, but everybody feared his -unusual- rage.

Hong Kong heard a call from behind.

-Hey, Hong! Sorry bro! -The Korean laughed

The Chinese boy growled as a reply.

-Plus, Aniki told me to tell you to come at the table, da-ze!

He looked at the clock. It was almost time to have lunch at the Asians' house. He stretched, before leaving his precious headphones on his bed with a sigh.

He walked to the kitchen, sitting at the table. Another Chinese man greeted him

-Good morning, Hong Kong! You were all the morning inside your room, aru!

-Yeah, I was... -he replied, playing with his chopsticks

-What if you come outside and socialise with us, aru? -The other joked

Hong Kong looked at his other siblings, already sitting around the table.

-Erhm... No, thanks...

The Korean grabbed a snack from the table, and put it close to his opened eye, seeing it on Hong Kong's face.

-Hong Corn -He mumbled

The Cantonese looked at him annoyed, before resting his head on the table.

-See? That's what I mean, like, gosh...