“Alright, so it’s down, down, up, back, square, circle, and forward,” you muttered to yourself as you scrolled through cheat codes for Ocarina of Time. You nodded to yourself and turned back to your TV, chanting the code out loud so you wouldn’t forget. Unpausing the game, you made your way to the spot that you would enter the code in, hoping that this time the code would work. You hadn’t been having any luck at all when it came to cheats for this game, but the person who’d posted about this one seemed to know what they were talking about.
So with bated breath, you entered the last section of the code and waited.
And waited some more.
“God…dammit.” Nothing was happening. Just great. You’d really thought this one would work.
“Looks like I’m doing things the hard way,” you grumbled, heading Link in the direction of the Water Temple. Freaking Water Temple. The worst place in the world. You loved this game, you really did. But That Stupid Water Temple!!
You let out a long sigh through your nose. No need to get worked up now. That would only make you more frustrated later when you actually had to get through the temple, and you would already be beyond annoyed by that time.
You could feel your heart rate rising and your palms growing sweaty as you entered the temple, the knowledge of your impending doom making your body begin to freak out. You couldn’t understand why you put yourself through this stuff.
An hour later you were about ready to throw your controller through the TV. All these mazes and puzzles and enemies and your head was going to explode at this rate.
A growl escaped you as you bashed your way through a horde of enemies, running out of the small room they’d ambushed you in, hoping to lead them into a larger area.
“I think you missed some items, aru.”
“I know that! But I’m trying not to die!!!”
“Just thought I’d point it out.” More growls flew from your mouth as you concentrated on killing all the bastards attacking you. After a good five minutes, they were all dead and you breathed a sigh of relief.
“You might wanna get those items now.”
“Yeah, yeah,” you griped, heading Link back into the smaller room.
“OH MY GOD!!” You flung your controller in the air, launching yourself away from the couch and turning around to see the person that had been standing behind you.
China tilted his head and looked at you in confusion.
“Something wrong, aru?”
“Are you feeling unwell?”
“Are you real?”
“What?? Of course I’m real! Why wouldn’t I be real?!”
“Because you’re an anime character!”
“I am no such thing, aru!”
“Oh really,” you countered, pointing to the Hetalia poster on your wall. China turned and looked to where you were pointing and his jaw dropped. You could tell this was going to take some explaining. So for the next hour or so, you showed him all of your Hetalia merchandise and did your best to make sure he understood what was going on.
Currently, he was sitting cross legged on your floor with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands, books and DVDs surrounding him.
“So…,” you started, trying to find a not awkward way to continue the conversation and failing.
“Would it be alright if I stayed with you?” he asked, looking up at you.
“Huh?? Oh, um…yeah sure. That’s fine.” He breathed a huge sigh of relief as his shoulders relaxed slightly.
“My name’s (Name), by the way.”
“And I am Yao.”
“Yao, I don’t understand it.”
“What don’t you understand, (Name)?”
“How is your hair so freaking soft? It’s nicer than a girl’s hair,” you told him while you worked on braiding his hair. Those silky locks were the one thing in this world that you envied and wanted more than anything. In the long time that Yao had lived with you, you had constantly marveled over it and did everything you could to make yours be the same way.
“That’s just how it is,” he said with a shrug.
“That’s not very fair.”
“I didn’t ask for it to be like this, aru.”
“Even more unfair.” Yao just chuckled and went back to reading his book. You sighed and glared at the top of his head, willing the hair to spring off his head and latch onto yours.
“Glaring at my head won’t make your hair change, (Name).”
“…How do you know these things?”
“I am psychic.”
“Oh my god, you’re so full of it.”
“You’ll never know, now will you.”
“You hate me. That’s why you do things like this,” you stated, finishing up his braid and tying it.
“You couldn’t be farther from the truth,” he said, scooting over so you could reverse your positions. You were about to respond, but the moment his fingers slid through your hair, all coherent thought left you and you became a mass of chills and relaxation. Yao chuckled again as you slouched in front of him and shifted you so you were sitting between his legs. You merely hummed and leaned into him.
He began to hum a song to you as he drew his fingers through your hair, gently untangling any knots he encountered, before parting it into three sections. You felt yourself getting drowsy as he started braiding your hair. Before long, Yao had finished your braid and you were almost asleep.
Yao noticed your current state and simply pulled you back to lay against his chest as he leaned on the sofa.
“I love you, (Name),” he whispered next to your ear, thinking you were asleep. A small smile crossed your face as you shifted to whisper to him.
“I love you too.” Yao jerked slightly in surprise, his whole face turning red before glancing down at you to see you looking at him through tired eyes but with a smile on your face. He sighed lightly before smiling back and gently pressing his lips to yours.
“I love you,” he said again, this time more clearly.
“I love you too,” you replied, giggling lightly. Yao carefully lifted you bridal style and carried you to your room to set you under the covers. As he began tucking you in, you gently grasped his wrist and looked up at him to meet his eyes.
“Will you stay?” you asked quietly, voice husky from being tired. Yao smiled gently at you and leaned down to kiss your forehead before crawling under the covers with you.
“Always,” he said, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.
“I will always stay with you.”