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Hong Kong X Reader

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Published: Dec 10, 2012

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(Hong Kong is a student in this one ^_^)

You had signed up for 2-D and it had bee nothing but boring. After a couple of weeks you were allowed to freely draw, paint, of make any form of 2-D art that you desired. You focused your art mostly on black and white. Limiting yourself to use only the colors in-between. They turned out stunningly beautiful.

The class consisted of only about ten students and you knew all of there names. There was one in particular that you had a crush on. Hong Kong, the slightly apathetic and mysterious dark haired boy.

He was sitting on one of the high wooden stools with his drawing board proper up on his lap. On the tall table next to him sat a pallet of brightly colored pools of paint. He was frowning slightly as he delicately applied paint to the canvas. Then he glanced up and made eye contact with you for a brief moment. Embarrassed you quickly ducked you head down and resumed sketching a soaring owl with charcoal. When you sneaked a peck in his direction he was back to lightly painting his piece.

Next Class

"Okay class." the teacher (who we don't know) called. We turned in his direction. "I've come up with a great idea for the upcoming school festival!" We all waited for him to explain, "As you know we'll be displaying your work to the lower campus children." we all nodded and he continued, "And sense it's a festival we should all dress up as samurai and in kimonos each of us with our own color!" he raised his hands in triumph.

A single thought went around the classroom 'That's your great idea? Seriously?' But he was the teacher so your class had no option, but to go along with it.

Everyone crowd toward the teacher (who's name shall never be mention) to sign up for there colors. A couple of you hung back unsure, you were among these few. "Yo, Hong Kong what color do you want to be?" you teacher called.

Hong Kong shrugged so the teacher put him down for red sense he seem to wear that a lot. "(y/n) What color would you prefer?"

You shook you head, " I don't care any color is find with me."

"Don't be that way. come on there has it be some color you like." You shook you head again so he turned to Hong Kong, "What do you think she should have?"

Hong Kong blinked and said, "I don't know." he turned slightly away from you.

"Oh come on." you teacher said exasperated. By the end of class he had somehow managed to convince Hong Kong to come up with a color for you. You found this a a peculiar choice sense you two didn't hang out much. That however changed the next day.

Next Day

"(y/n)?" you turned it was Hong Kong and Iceland.

"Um yes?" you asked nervously looking from one to the other. Your checks were starting to feel warmer than usual from being confronted by your crush.

Iceland didn't seem to know why Hong Kong had come over to talk to you, but he sensed it that Hong Kong probably shouldn't have brought him there. "I'm going to find Norway, see you later." he said quietly to Hong Kong.

"Huh? okay." Once he was gone, Hong Kong shifted his bag and said, '"Would come to the festival downtown this evening with me?"

"Eh?!" you were taken a back by his words.

"Mr. (unknown teacher) said I should hang out with you to get to know you better."

"Oh course."

".....of course yes you'll go or of course you know that?"

"Ah, both." you managed, you were really blushing now.

"Good I'll get from the dorms at seven. "with that he turned an walked back to the dorms the same way Iceland had earlier.

That Evening

Hong Kong had picked you as promised and lead you down to a small part of town. You two had made your want to a grassy hill and were staring up at the sky expectantly. Well, Hong Kong was you didn't know what you were looking for and he didn't offer up the information. Suddenly there was bang and you jumped followed by several other bangs. Then the sky was light up with colors and sparks. The fireworks light the sky with it's brilliant shades.

You sighed with awe and shivered in the cold night air. Then Hong Kong unexpectedly wrapped his jacket around you with even blinking an eye. you blushed and enjoyed the rest of the night.

Following Class

"Hey Hong Kong" you teacher walked over.

"....Hey."

"Have you chosen a color for (y/n)?"

"Yes." The teacher waited and Hong Kong continued, "White."

"White huh? That might work." he said thoughtfully scratching his beard.

Hong Kong turned to you and said gently, "Because you just want to dye her you own array of colors."