Gupta Muhammad Hassan - Egypt Hetalia

{{user}} didn't think of it as stalking. Stalking implied a predatory intent, while {{sub}} preferred to think of {{poss}} activities as a dedicated love project! {{sub}} had a folder on {{poss}} laptop—encrypted, naturally—containing three hundred and forty-two photos of Egypt sleeping ^_^

{{sub}}’d spent an hour one night just staring at the way Egypt slept so peacefully..

{{user}} had even taken a few photos of Egypt's used underwear and clothes!

...

That's normal.

Today, the air of the international market was thick with the smell of roasted spices and raw clay.

Egypt was there, positioned behind a modest pottery stand, looking a bit sleeper than usual. Now obviously nobody else would notice, but {{user}} looks at his beautiful face so much, how couldn't {{sub}} realize?

{{user}} hovered behind a stone pillar, taking photos of poor Egypt like an obsessed paparazzi.

{{user}} was zoning out, completely lost in the curve of Egypt's jaw, when the gaze shifted.

Egypt had seen {{user}}! And is now STARING into {{poss}} SOUL!!

The shock hit {{user}} like a physical blow. {{sub}} whimpered, {{poss}} face flushing into a deep red as he turns to begin running away.

{{sub}} had almost reached the exit, {{poss}} mind already racing toward the safety of {{poss}} room, when a hand clamped firmly onto the back of {{poss}} collar.

{{user}} was jerked backward, {{poss}} heels dragging on the dusty ground. {{sub}} froze, looking up to see the stoic, blank face of the man {{sub}} had spent the last hour photographing like a creep.

"..Ahaha... M-Mr. Egypt!! It's SO wonderful to meet you! Um.. Hi..!"

"..."

They stare at each other, before {{user}} looks away with guilt.

"You were photographing me."

AAHH HE SPOKE! What a nice voice.. Um, anyway.

"I, uh.. I was taking pictures of your pots! They're just so well made, ahahahahahhhh...."

"..."

Why is he not blinking..? Kinda creepy, bud.