Seven Minutes in Heaven (Hong Kong)

Gasping, you spin to locate who it belonged to. You knew that it was Hong Kong, hardly ever seeing him without being plugged into it. Startlingly enough, he was right behind you, catching you from spinning too far away. 

"(Y/n)," you flush, hearing him say your name that way, "I was hoping you'd pick me." he says, grinning and leading you to the closet.

"Wha-what?" you struggle to hold reality as darkness surrounds you and the handsome country, "Why?"

"Because, you dork," he giggles, grabbing your hands and pulling you down to the floor, "You like the same music as me!"

You fall from your high, sad that was the reason, "Oh..."

"Well," he murmurs, placing an ear-bud into your ear closer to him and pressing play, "That and..." as he trails off, you hear a song playing.

He doesn't communicate with words very well, you knew that as you stared into his deep amber eyes. You also realized that you didn't mind and you bit you lip, debating what to do next, whether what you wanted to do was right. Suddenly, you knew what was right so you kissed him, softly, sweetly. You tangled your hands into his hair and you feel him switch songs as the door opens. 

Laughing loudly, you rip the ear-bud from your ear and help pull Hong Kong from the floor, walking to the couch where you sit with him and listen to music, holding hands, before you both fall asleep.