We're So Indirect Chapter 1

The smaller nation awkwardly inched closer to the blond. Trying as hard as she could not to be noticed. And in any other circumstance, she probably wouldn't have been. If it weren't for her reaching over and grabbing a hamburger from under the blond's nose. Her hand had almost returned when it was grabbed by the taller nation. She froze a bit, looking up to a wide Cheshire grin.

"Stealing my McDonald's, eh?" America asked. Taiwan frowned.

"It's all your fault that I like it..." she replied, prying her hand free and taking a bite. America shook his head.

"Close, but no. It's my fault you know you like them. You taste is you taste" he shrugged, still grinning.

"Uh-huh, of course. How could I not have seen it before?!" Taiwan responded in false shock before taking another bite. Just then, Japan walked in and America, seizing the opportunity, started pouting.

"Japan.....! Taiwan stole my food!" Japan sighed, shaking his head and setting down his umbrella.

"Meimei, return what you took." he told her, not really wanting to deal with the situation. Taiwan sighed, handing back the burger, but not without taking another bite. Japan nodded and walked down the hallway. America smiled and picked up the burger, taking a victory chomp. Taiwan frowned, but smiled when a though came to her mind.

"Say, America?"

"Whmnt ishd id?"

"Isn't that called an indirect kiss?"

"............!!"