| | L o v e | | wrote:Beijing-Shuang Yao
Shuang looked up at the huge mansion, her chocolate shaded orbs sparkling in wonder. It was her Hero's house. It was so big. She didn't think to knock, and being so good when sneaking around China when he was home, she had learned how to break into a house. She carefully picked the lock, and slowly snuck inside. She could hear America's voice, and her brown eyes started to sparkle. Excited, she snuck toward the sound of the voice, wanting to see if it truly was the voice of her hero. Even as a little girl, China had taught her of the blonde nation across the sea. Even though America fought with her big brother once, she still found the nation fascinating. He had the strength of raging tiger, and was as brave as a samurai warrior. Shuang could rememebr her first world meeting, and meeting America, well, being introduced to him.
Both of them had been young when introduced to eachother, and Shuang was excited. They hadn't reallly seen eachother since then, even thouh China and America were becoming good friends again. So, if Shuang was right, and that was America, it would honestly be their first seeing of eachother again in a very long time.
Shuang tugged down the brow of her cap, and sneered mischieviously as she peeked into the place where America and Arthur were. There she saw him, a model of a man, absolutly perfect. His blonde hair still had that cowlick flip, and her blue orbs still shining glorious. She bit her lips and felt her eyes widen as she noticed that he looked even more powerful than when they were little. Her heart pouded, sounding her feelings for the American, but she immediately forced it down, feeling a blush creep onto her cheeks. Instead Shuang allowed her warm brown orbs to lift, and watch the American around the doorframe.
((There small edited for you Olive~}}
