Hetalia Imagines

china||you wok?

(First thing first (I'm the realist) that ^^ is supposed to be a play on the phrase "you wot?", most commonly used in England but other countries prolly use it too.  Second, the next one shot will either be the suggestion from Isabella9307 (I see u gurl) or the like, mental health struggle one) ((Creds to whoever drew the picture))
SILT: No Scrubs- TLC
Word Count: 579

"Ai yah! Where's my wok?!" Yao exclaimed, searching his kitchen high and low for the missing pan.
Panda stared at him curiously, and Yao cast his a glance.
"You wouldn't happen to know where it is would you, aru?"
Panda blinked. Yao blinked.
"Ai yah, I'm going insane! Why would you know where my wok is, aru? What, did you just casually make a damn stir fry?!" Yao babbled, while panda scratched his ear.
A loud 'PLUNK' sounded from upstairs, and this peaked Yao's curiosity. He walked out of the kitchen and towards the stairs. From his position by the door, he could clearly see you positioning Yao's wok at the edge of the stairs.
You, however, could not see Yao. You put the wok, the make shift sled, at the edge of the stairs and smiled. This would be fun. And painful, prolly, but fun.
You picked up a bike helmet that was conveniently next to you, and secured it on your head.
You shook your arms out and then carefully climbed into the wok so that you were sat in it. You knees could just about fit under your chin. You gently rocked the wok back and forth, trying to psych yourself up.
"FOR NARNIA!" You yelled with your eyes closed before making the wok tip over the stairs.
The world flew past you as you shot down the stairs. You felt every stair edge as you went down. You whooped and hollered as you flew down.
You shot down the last stair and skidded across the floor, spinning as you did so. You finally slowed down to a stop and opened your eyes.
At first everything was a bit woozy, but as you began to get your focus back, you saw two legs in front of you.
You followed them up and saw an angry Yao with his arms crossed, glaring down at you.
"Uhh, I can explain!" You said as you quickly got up.
This was a bad idea. The spinning had made you dizzy enough, but rushing to your feet as well? Christ, might as well have stayed on the floor, it's where you're headed.
You stumbled about, before falling into Yao, who held you up.
You waited for the room to stop spinning before standing and facing Yao nervously.
"Hehe, Yao! My loving boyfriend! How are you today?" You asked, not looking him in the eyes.
"桃色的(Táosè de) (peachy)." His voice was emotionless.
"Right, the wok. So. I was dared to go down the stairs on a sled but we didn't have one so I used your wok because it seemed like a good alternative which it was but that not the point I'm sorry please don't set panda on me I love you!" You babbled, getting all your word out in one breath.
Yao took a moment to understand what you had said, before walking towards you. His face was still void of any emotion and to be quite frank, it scared you a little.
You backed up until you hit a wall. You squeezed your eyes shut and waited for a lecture or Yao to yell, or panda to dress in drag and do the hula. But none of that came.
Yao learned in and kissed you softly on the cheek before whispering in your ear: "If you ever take my wok and do something as stupid as that again, I'll make you live with England for a month."

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