Skillful Hands Ch.1

You sigh, clear exhaustion in your voice. It was a rough weak. Work times school equals nothing but stress, pain, and more stress. Your second semester of college was thankfully coming to an end in about several weeks or so…but you honestly didn't think you would survive. What was even worse was Alfred just got Call of Duty: Ghosts and him and Tony along with Gilbert have been playing it non-stop! You couldn't study, and even though you still have three weeks until the final exams for your courses, you were studying like hell. You needed a break.

"Yo (name)!" Alfred yelled from the living room loud enough for you to hear from your room, "your phone's ringing!" you sigh, a bit annoyed, getting your phone. You blush to see that Yao Wang had just called. Going up to your room quickly so Alfred or Tony wont see you blush, you call the number. "Ni hao, aru!" Blushing, you began to speak "H-hey Yao! What's up?" "I was just calling to see if you wanted to have a nice dinner with me this Saturday, aru! You work so hard I think it's time for you to be pampered a bit, aru!" you reply, "R-really? O-oh Yao you don't have to-" He cut you off, "But I want too, aru! Please let me. It is an honor, aru." "ok..I'll see you on Saturday!" You both hung up. Suddenly, your gloomy aura turned bright. Your heart and stomach fluttered. You couldn't wait to see the Asian nation. Now if only you wear stress free.

Finally, it was Saturday. The week seemed to drag on for what seemed like years. You couldn't stop thinking about Yao. You liked- no you loved him. You arrived at the Chinese style wooden door. You always had a knack for Chinese well basically all Asian things. Art, literature, music, you even were an anime lover or otaku. But Yao's house was breathtaking. Snapping out of your daze you slowly knock on the door. You take deep breathes, you were always so nervous around China. Rarely you two were ever alone. The door opened.

"Ni Hao (name0, aru! I'm so glad you could make it! Please, come in." he gently grabs your hand, leading you inside. His warm, amber, eyes meeting your (eye color) eyes. A gentle, smile on his face. You were fighting a blush. Goddamn he was so handsome! "thank you.." is what you can sputter out. "for an appetizer I made pork pot stickers and chicken egg rolls. And our entrée for this evening is sizzling rice soup, fried rice with shrimp, and sweet and sour chicken, aru." Your mouth watered. You knew he was an amazing cook. You both smiled, he served you both green tea, you both ate a few egg rolls and pot stickers, eating the main course in small talk. When you both finished you looked at him and said "Yao..this is a-all so wonderful…i-I can't thank you-" you were cut off by soft lips up against your own. "shh.." he whispered softly, "I did this because I love you (name).." your eyes widened. Shocked at his confession, you got teary eyed, hugged him back, replying softly "I love you too..Yao…" "Wo de airen ni geng duo.." (I love you more in Mandarin Chinese)