Emma's Fanfic

All the countries of the world had voted and agreed to move into the same home. Not everyone was in favor, but majority won like always. China adjusted the straps of his bag and looked up to the large house confidently. He was all for moving here, since his home had been very lonely lately. He smiled, thinking he’d never be in the house alone again. He then made his way inside to see familiar faces roaming around. England was dragging his luggage with him, being followed by a very happy France. China shook it head; it was exactly what he imagined. He laughed at the sight and made his way further into the house. He looked up when he noticed Italy running towards him, but Italy looked different to him today. Last he checked Italy wasn’t female. “Ciao, Yao!” Italy greeted him heartily.

“Ni hao,” China replied. He scratched behind his head. “Why are you female, Feliciano?”

Italy stared at him for a moment. China was always blunt when asking things, but it wasn’t his fault. It always slipped out. Italy’s blank face got back its smile and she explained, “Ve~, I attacked Iggly for being mean to Doitsu,” China raised an eyebrow to her nicknames for Germany and England, “so he got mad at me and cursed me like this.”

China put a hand on Italy’s shoulder. “I’m sure you’ll be yourself soon enough aru,” he said calmly.

Italy smile to him and replied, “Ve~ Doitsu likes me better this way though. I’m not mad at Iggly.”

China scratched his head again. He knew Germany and Italy were basically together, but still: if he preferred one Italy over another, was it really love? China let off a sigh and started for the hall, Italy trailing behind. No matter what, China thought, Italy would always be Italy, so why did the gender matter to Germany? He looked to all of the claimed doors. “Are any rooms even open, aru?” he asked.

Italy shrugged and looked to each of the doors. She cringed when she noticed someone walk up behind China. “There’s an extra bed in my room. You can share with me, da~,” came a voice from behind. China froze, recognizing the voice as Russia’s.

China looked pleadingly to Italy, but she fled the scene in search of Germany so she could hide behind him. China sighed and turned around, shocked by Russia’s proximity. He graciously took a step back and prayed someone would show up to aid him. China thought for a moment, thinking Russia might not take no for an answer. “Fine, aru,” China finally replied.

Russia grinned to China and took his wrist suddenly. “I’ll show you to the room, da~,” he explained as he dragged him through the hall.

Russia opened the door to reveal a regular-sized bedroom with two beds. The walls were bare and the wooden flooring needed polishing. China had a lot of work to do to feel more at home. He sighed to the thought of how much work would be put into this. Both men turned when a voice came floating down the hall. “Lunch is ready!” they heard. The familiar accent told China it was France who called that out.

This was China’s chance to say hello to the other nations, and he was going to take it. Russia looked around once before explaining he could not attend the lunch meeting; he wanted to unpack. China, however, felt food came first, so he nodded to his roommate before heading to the kitchen. He walked in to find a familiar crowd at the table along with others he may have never met. America was poking at his lunch with a fork, wrinkling his nose at the escargot France had made. Next to him was England, barking at America about how anything edible is good to eat. America stopped arguing when he remembered England’s cooking was worse than France’s escargot. As funny as it looked, the French dish was edible. Then there was Italy and Romano sitting together as the two siblings they are. Romano was of course yelling at Italy again while she waved her little white flag of surrender. Next to Italy was Germany, who was drinking a pint of beer, which was a normal sight when anyone saw Germany at a dinner table. He put down his pint to yell back at Romano for yelling at Italy again. Next to Germany was Japan, quiet in his seat as usual. China seemed to light up at seeing Japan, but, with the look he got in return, his heart sank.

Next to Japan was Taiwan, someone China also knew very well. She also gave China a look before turning back to chat with Japan. Japan nodded a few times but mostly kept silent. Then there was Hong Kong nearby, eating silently. There was an empty seat next to him, but Korea was taking up the seat next to it. He was boasting to Hong Kong about how he invented escargot, which was pissing France off entirely. France was muttering in French before sitting down in the empty seat next to England by Greece. Greece was, of course, taking a nap in his seat. There was a cat resting contently on his lap. Next to him was Turkey who tried to wake Greece up to yell at him again. Next to Turkey was Austria, rubbing his temples form all the yelling. Next to him was Hungary, who couldn’t help but stare at Austria dreamily. Next to Hungary was Germany’s brother, Prussia, boasting about how awesome he is. That lasted about five minutes before Hungary smacked him with a pan. Seychelles was there too, she was petting a stuffed fish which she absolutely loved. There was an America-look-alike next to Prussia, but China found it was Canada, sitting silently like he always does. Poor Canada always got pushed around.

Also sitting at the table was Ukraine, Russia’s older sister. There was an empty seat next to her, but Belarus was in the seat after that. Both sisters looked to the empty chair expectantly. China thought that was why Russia wasn’t coming to lunch: his sisters could be pretty scary, especially Belarus. Ukraine began to cry about how he’s missing lunch, but Belarus just stared at the seat. China almost felt sorry for Russia, but Russia wasn’t even there to suffer. Next to Belarus was Lithuania, who kept giving her endearing looks. Belarus returned them with a glare. Next to Lithuania was Estonia and Latvia; Latvia kept shaking in fear while Estonia tried to calm him down just for once. There were many others at the table, but China didn’t seem to recognize that many faces. He smiled faintly to the group and an excited America jumped up with a frantic wave, “Hi, Yao!”

Korea turned to look from his seat and almost screamed like a fan girl. He got up to run over, tackling China into a hug. China attempted to get the other nation off of him, but it seemed of no use. “Hey, Aniki!” he mused.

“Ni hao, everyone,” China greeted.

Korea dragged China over to the empty seat between him and Hong Kong. “Ni hao, Hikaru!” China said cheerfully, despite being dragged by Korea once again.

Hong Kong nodded to him in greeting but said nothing. Hong Kong was always free-spirited as a kid, but China noticed how much he’s changed. Had England really changed him this much? France looked over to them and told them, “Bon appétit, mes amis!”

England straightened his tie some. He muttered angrily about how his cooking was way better than France’s. The two of them began to bicker angrily until America spoke up, “Dig in!”

China cringed at the thought of England ever making dinner. He stupidly uttered, “Francis is right, ahen.” England froze in the middle of strangling France with his hands. “You’re not a very good cook, ahen,” China continued bluntly. He’d always been blunt.

England blinked angrily at the small Asian nation for a moment before releasing France from his grip. “There is nothing wrong with my cooking!” he argued.

China nodded and spoke in a sarcastic tone, “It’s good when you don’t mind it being burned, ahen.”

The rest of the table fell into a silence. None of the other nations, besides France, wanted to really piss off England after what happened to Italy. England stood up angrily and fled the room, muttering angrily to himself. France sat back down into the silence and said nothing. America motioned to his food, giving the sign for everyone to begin eating again. Everybody went back to their meals as if nothing happened. Germany looked over to China with concern. “Yao, I’m not sure pissing off Arthur was a smart idea,” he stated.

“Ve~ I agree with Doitsu!” Italy chimed in.

Romano shook his head in disapproval. “Eva, you always agree with that potato bastard! Get your own damn opinion!” he yelled.

“Shut up, Lovino! Stop yelling at Feli- er, Eva!” Germany hollered back.

Korea half stood in his seat and yelled, “Enough!” He sat back down and looked to the trio arguing. “I’m sure Aniki will be fine, he’s beaten Arthur before, da-ze!”

China looked down and continued his meal, hoping that Korea was right about him being alright. Of course after lunch, everyone spent the rest of the day in various places. England was in his room, preparing. He took out his chalk and started to walk around his floor, the chalk pressed to the wood. He muttered angrily to himself about how angry he really was. After the circle was drawn, he proceeded to put his star-shape into the circle. Hours passes as he looked for the right spell in his very big book of spells. When he finally found it, step one of his plan was ready to go. He peeked out his door until China came by to pull him in.

China had just finished dinner, along with the rest of the nations. Russia had actually made it to dinner, making China feel sorry for him. He was now heading for his room to grab some night clothes to change into after a bath. Lucky for him, there were about ten bathrooms. He passed England’s room casually, only to be pulled in by a rather rough England. Before China could scream, England’s hand covered his mouth simply. The screams were muffled and quiet. “Hush up!” England barked.

The way he barked at China reminded him of his days working for England after the Opium Wars. China did as he was told to avoid being beaten again. England thrust the older nation to the spot where he drew his shape on the floor. China took one look and realized England wasn’t going to play any games. Not today, and not anytime soon. England’s room was dark at night, and the dimmed lights didn’t aid China’s sight. He noticed few things like a bed and the shape drawn beneath of him. He looked to the figure he thought was England taking a book from the shelf and walk back over. He flipped it open and started to murmur. Only two words in did the pentagon below China begin to glow an eerie purple, slightly illuminating the room. England’s face seemed to stare at him for a moment before he turned his gaze to the pages, also beginning to glow purple. England furrowed his eyebrows, continuing to concentrate on the words written on the page. England seemed to finish off the words and snapped the book shut.

His victim then suddenly felt as if he was going to collapse. China put a hand to his abdomen in pain. Everything hurt: his torso, his abdomen, and even his waist began to ache. He then collapsed to the floor, panting and gasping for air. He suddenly felt unable to breathe; the pain did not seem to be subsiding anytime soon. England placed the book onto the bookshelf and walked over towards China, but didn’t dare enter the drawn shape on the floor. The purple color soon faded, telling England he could approach the suffering nation. He got on one knee to observe. China was still writhing in pain, curling himself into a ball to conceal it. He hugged his own lower torso in an attempt to soothe the pain, but nothing worked. He tried to scream but nothing came out. England thought about how much longer China would remain conscious. The older nation fell onto his side in agony, and England slowly approached his victim. He sent his fingers to China’s head, flicking it. “That’s what you get,” he stated before China’s world faded to black.

The next morning, China’s eyes fluttered open to be staring at the ceiling. Where was he? He sat up, a heavy feeling on his chest. Across the room, England was seated elegantly in an armchair, teacup in hand; the plate for the cup sat in his lap. He sipped some tea from the cup and placed it back onto the plate. He looked over to China awakening. “How was your rest, Yao?” he asked simply.

China stared at England for a moment, wondering what to say to him first. What was going on or why did he attack him last night? “What is going on ahen?” He brought a hand to his mouth, wondering why his own voice was so strange to him.

England smirked, for his day was going to be a great day. China then looked down to make sure he was himself, but didn’t see what he -or she- wanted to see. The nation stared down at herself for a moment, taking in the fact that her whole body was changed. England placed his cup to the side and stood up. He strode over to the shocked China in his room, and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Didn’t anyone tell you not to mess with me?” he asked smoothly.

China stared up at him incredulously. England then turned to look at his door as it burst open, revealing a very tired France. He stumbled in to England’s feet, panting from running around all night. “This house is so big! I couldn’t even fi-” France started before noticing China in the room. He froze entirely. “Again, Arthur?! My God!” He stood up suddenly, despite how tired he was. He walked over to China slowly and looked down to her, due to their height difference. She wasn’t exactly a tall person in the first place. France then brought his arms around her suddenly, petting her head with his hand. “It’ll be alright, mon ami,” he cooed. “Francis’s got you.” China started to protest, but she was muffled by being crushed into France’s chest. France then loosened his grip enough to let her speak. “Dis-le encore, mon ami?”

“I can’t breathe aru,” China replied. “Get off of me, Francis!”

France then released the smaller nation from his grasp. England then smiled to France some before turning to China. “Those clothes are a bit big, aren’t they?” he asked.

“No they’re,” China started, but she noticed her sleeve hanging hopelessly over her shoulder. She gripped it to pull it back on before she finished, “not.”

France then grinned to her. “You’ll need a bra too. Je vais vérifier sa taille des seins!”

He got behind her and sent his arms under hers. He then placed his hands over her breasts, groping her. “G-Get off aru!” China cried out angrily.

England started to laugh until she gave him a death glare, causing him to cut off his laughter. France thought for a moment before releasing her. “I’d say… 36B is her size,” he said.

The bushy-browed nation clapped his hands together once, and then he rubbed them together. “Alright, we’d best get ready, the world meeting is in an hour!” he exclaimed.

China shook her head quickly. “I can’t go like this, ahen!” she argued.

England just laughed for a moment, as if laughing at how she whined. He let his head hang for a moment to relax himself before sending his gaze back onto China. “I don’t think you’d be able to miss the world meeting,” he said smoothly, almost like a salesman. He examined the smaller nation slowly. He then jerked his head to look at France. “Francis, I hear you always come prepared. Mind proving that?”

France raised an eyebrow to him. “Prepared with what, mon ami?”

“Don’t play dumb for frog! You and I both know you never returned that bra the girl you last slept with had.”

China just stood there, turning red of embarrassment. This was a horrible situation to be in, and she knew it. She tried not to make a face, so she could hide her shame. “Oh!” the Frenchman said, remembering.

He reached into his jacket and pulled out a plain white bra. Of course France would have that in his jacket! He looked to the size to make sure, and then let off a sigh of relief. “Quelle chance! It’s just the right size.” He went to hand it over to a very reluctant China. “Ne vous inquiétez pas, mon ami. I wash before I return, so it’s clean.”

China still cringed at the thought of having to wear a bra in the first place. She looked around until she saw a door in the room that led to an adjacent bathroom. She walked over to it wordlessly and slammed the door in France’s face. France had obviously tried to follow her in. Instead of whining about wanting to come in, he leaned against the wall next to the door and kept watch. England sat back down into his seat and resumed drinking his tea. China removed her shirt and quickly put her arms through the bra straps. She tried to remember what Taiwan would do when she was growing up in China’s big house along with Korea, Japan, and Hong Kong. She reached around behind her in an attempt to hook it herself, remembering how easy it was for Taiwan. It couldn’t be this hard, right? China stuck out her tongue somewhat in concentration, narrowing her eyes angrily when she couldn’t hook it. France noticed how long she was taking. “Need a hand, mon ami?” he offered sympathetically.

“You can start by changing me back, aru,” China said sternly, not willing to give up on the hooking just yet.

“Very funny, Yao,” China heard England laugh from in the living room.

China sighed and went back to her work. It just couldn’t be this hard. She remembered at first how Taiwan complained, but she never really paid attention. This made her wish she actually had. Almost there, she thought while concentrating. Her fingers fumbled suddenly, which resulted in her losing her grip on the straps. She yelled out in frustration and gripped them again, trying to hook them together. France knocked on the door again. “You sure you don’t need help?” he asked.

France knocked on the door again when no reply came. China then muttered to herself before giving up. “Fine, but don’t try to pull anything aru,” she told France.

“Vous avez ma parole,” France said, holding up his right hand as he entered.

China had her back to him, then suddenly regretting letting him in. He stood for a moment and said nothing, looking at the disfiguring scar on her back. He didn’t bother to ask where she got the scar, but instead took the straps from her grip. He then effortlessly hooked them together, much to China’s dismay. “Xie xie,” China said quietly before pulling her shirt back on quickly, her face beaming red at this point.

France nodded to her before turning to exit the bathroom and passing England on his way out. “Well, mes amis, I’m off to the meeting. À toute à l'heure!”

The Frenchman walked off to the meeting, hands in his pockets. He of course felt terrible another person had fallen victim to England’s pissy wrath. What would the other nations say? Even he in the beginning thought poor China was already a girl, but that passed a few meetings later when he tried to grope the older nation. There was always that strange obsession with those Kitty-Chan items Japan had once made, but they stopped producing her items. When that happened, no one dared go near a very pissed off China.

He finally found the meeting room, a room a bit bigger than the kitchen. He walked in and took a seat by America, next to England’s empty seat. America was, once again, forking down hamburgers like it was his last meal. Italy was next to Germany again, and she kept going on and on about pasta. Germany rubbed his temples from a hangover, having drunken too much beer with Prussia last night again. All he wanted was for Italy to shut up until it was over. Romano would have yelled at Italy’s stupidity, had he not been in Spain’s grasp. Spain was hugging the Southern Italian to him as if he was a stuffed toy. Japan was sitting quietly, as if thinking of something to say while Taiwan kept on jabbing next to him. Next to her was an empty seat, but then it was Lithuania. Lithuania was in his seat daydreaming about his crush. Belarus sat on the other side of the room, looking up happily at Russia who was unfortunately sitting next to her. He was sitting as if he was sitting on nails, pointed upwards. Next to Russia was Ukraine, who started to cry about how worried she was. Her poor crops needed water, but she woke up late! She wanted to go water them, but she came to the meeting first. Denmark was going on and on about himself while Norway put his cheek in his palm. This was going to be a long day for him. Iceland was sitting next to him, gently stroking his puffin. Next to him was Finland, who was busy playing with his puppy. Sweden, who was next to him, sat still and kept an eye on his “wife.” Estonia and Latvia were in the seats near Russia, trembling at the sight of him. Estonia tried to calm down Latvia, but it was to no avail. Seychelles was next to France’s other side, hugging her stuffed fish. She blushed when France started to stroke her hair.

Hungary sat between Austria and Prussia, but she kept looking at Austria at every moment possible. Prussia complained that he was more awesome than Austria, which got him to be hit in the face with a pan. He then turned to talk to Canada sitting next to him. Canada was holding his bear while he spoke quietly with Prussia. At one point, Canada let his head fall on Prussia’s shoulder. Prussia’s face grew as red as his eye color. Hungary was clinging to Austria’s arm while Korea kept poking Hong Kong out of boredom, as if it was the only thing to do. For the moment, it was. Hong Kong sighed and said nothing. He looked around to the other nations, wondering where China was. Korea took notice and looked just as worried, if not more. Then the door slammed open to reveal Poland in a skirt and sweater. “I’m like, totally sorry I’m late!” he said.

He half skipped to the seat next to Lithuania. Germany looked at him for a moment, and then started to laugh. “You’re dressed like a girl again!? You’re such a weirdo.”

Poland glared at him like a jungle cat. “Shut up, or else!”

Germany grinned to him. “Or else what?”

“Or else I’ll like, totally make your capital Warsaw!”

“Shut up!” Prussia shouted. He also had a hangover, and Hungary smacked him in the face with a pot. His head was killing him.

America tapped his chin curiously. “Where’s Iggy?” he asked. France said nothing.

“Where’s Yao-Yao?” France heard Russia ask, but he still said nothing. America looked to the other nations to see that they didn’t know either.

France then stood up, unable to keep quiet any longer. “Arthur cursed Yao!” He then quickly covered his mouth. When all eyes fell on him, he kept talking. “J'ai gâché la surprise! Je suis désolé! He had gotten very angry, and…”

France lowered his head. Everyone was staring at him, but half of them didn’t believe his story. Germany and Italy exchanged looks, knowing France wasn’t kidding them. Then all eyes fell on Italy when they wondered what curse he used if any. America was the only one who could find words. “You mean like he did Feli- Eva?” he asked. France only moved his head in a nod, leaving America speechless.

Outside of the meeting room, England was trying to drag China down the hall by her wrist. She clung to anything sedentary in the hall, including the wall corners and some doorknobs. At one point, she tried to grab the floor, but it was all in vain. England turned and scowled at her. “Stop that, you wanker!” he yelled.

China then ran out of things to grab, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction he seemed to want. She tried grabbing at the air. England looked back and looked to his fairy friends only he could see. He muttered to himself before making one last effort to get China under control. He yanked on her wrist which jolted her forwards. She almost tripped on the rug’s edge when he instinctively turned to catch her. What kind of gentleman was he if he let a woman fall in such a way? He helped her up and said nothing as he pulled on her wrist again. China didn’t really wish to fall again, so she decided to let him drag her along. She sighed. What could he gain from this? England paused at the door, looking at it for a moment. They reached the meeting room, and all they had to do was go inside. The very idea made China’s stomach turn. However, the Englishmen just tugged on her wrist one more time. Her attention turned to him instantly, thinking he was trying to get her attention. “We should go inside now,” he said.

China admitted that even she knew he knew that. It was all part of his plan. Did he really have to explain everything to her? She wasn’t stupid. She glared at him for a moment while he was just… looking at her. Why was he looking at her? It was starting to get creepy. Her gaze softened slightly and her gaze was sent to her feet. “Let’s just get this over with,” she muttered hesitantly. “Francis probably said something, and the suspense must be killing them ahen.”

England said nothing as he turned to open the door, putting on a satisfied grin. Even if he had to switch the entire world’s gender just to prove his point, he’d do it. They’d see; they’d all see just what he could do. And no one was going to get in his way of what he wanted. All heads turned to the sudden opening of the door. England took a moment and closed his eyes. He took in the feeling he registered as victory. Ah, sweet, sweet victory. Nothing tasted sweeter. He opened his eyes again to meet the eyes of the incredulous nations. Most of them were ignoring him entirely, just trying to take a peek at who they believed was his poor victim, China. “Hello, everyone,” England said.

America stiffed when England took a couple steps further into the room, pulling China in with him. China kept her eyes on the floor. She hated being displayed in such a manner. It was almost like being a pet at the pet show: humiliating. Alfred paused in mid-hamburger-shove and stared at the embarrassed nation. France was fiddling with his fingers. Since he had already seen China in this state, he couldn’t look surprised at the sight anymore. Those sitting around Russia almost had a heart attack when he started to kol, and a purple aura came around him. Latvia started shaking in double time, and a less shaky Estonia tried to calm him down. The kol’ing continued and all three Baltic nations were shaking in their boots. Poland sighed, ignoring the kol’ing while munching indifferently on a Polish treat. He looked over to China but said nothing and kept nibbling on his treat. Finland seemed very surprised and dug his face into Sweden’s shoulder. Poor Yao, he thought. Sweden lifted a hand hesitantly and patted his “wife” on the head. Iceland looked up and froze in the middle of petting his puffin. The puffin let out a cry of protest that the petting stopped. Norway placed his hands in his lap and stared at them. He kept hearing his “friends” telling him to pass along their sympathy to China, but he didn’t want to look crazy like England obviously was. Romano took one look over and started cursing at England in Italian. The British man only laughed at his cursing for just a moment until Spain held the angry Vargas sibling. Ukraine had tears in her eyes from before as she finally looked over. Belarus noticed Russia’s kol’ing and sent a glare in China’s direction. The glare sent shivers down her spine.

Canada and Prussia looked over simultaneously and their eyes widened slightly. Canada looked down at his bear and said nothing. What is his name…? Ah, it wasn’t really important. Canada thought. He’s happily sitting in my lap. Maybe he remembers me. Prussia was about to shout something out, but he was interrupted by Hungary’s pan smacking his head again. Hungary was glaring at him as if telling him not to be so rude. Austria pushed up his glasses with his finger. He sighed before looking back to the pile of papers before him. Seychelles took one glance before returning to petting her fish. It wasn’t her problem. Taiwan took one glance and quickly nudged Japan who was sitting next to her. He finally looked up from the table and looked away shyly. It wasn’t everyday you saw China in such a state, you know. Hong Kong looked up too, but he sent his hand to his forehead and looked to the table. His bangs were covering his face from the other nations. Korea was about to jump up from his seat if Hong Kong hadn’t grabbed onto his sleeve moments after he looked back to the table. Korea was making grabby hands towards China. Aniki now had breasts to claim, so she can’t complain! Italy stood and pranced over to her. She paused in front of China, taking in the fact she was a girl now. Italy smiled to her, eyes closed like always. “Ve~, you look so pretty Yao,” she said, breaking the silence.

China blushed from the compliment, finally looking up to the shocked nations. One second later, she was staring at the ground again, her face even redder when she saw the surprised faces. America finally reacted and started to choke on his hamburger. France got up quickly and patted the American’s back until he was finally able to swallow the hamburger. Most of the nations silently admitted that it wasn’t much of a change. China had always been a bit… feminine. Of course, China would argue with them whenever said topic came up. America coughed into his hand, now formed into a fist. He waved his other hand, signaling he was okay. France went to sit back down in his seat wordlessly. If the nations were not surprised enough, they were positively shocked France wasn’t making perverse statements. Italy laughed obliviously in the awkward atmosphere. She turned and pranced back to her seat and plopped down next to Germany. Germany was just taking notice of what was going on, his hangover beginning to subside from the awkward silence. He eyed her up and down to make sure he wasn’t having some weird side affect from the intake of alcohol. America finally sat back down and cleared his throat. England finally released China’s wrist and made his way to the empty seat next to France. Then Korea finally broke free of Hong’s grip. He rushed over and groped the elder nation from behind. “Aniki, look!” he shouted happily. “Now you have breasts I can claim!”

All of the Asian nation’s gazes went to the table if they weren’t already there. China blushed a deeper red from being touched so inappropriately. “Y-Yong Soo! Get off of me aru!” she yelled angrily. Korea got off reluctantly and looked as if he were slapped across the face. China sighed at his childlike behavior and put a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t cry aru.”

Korea lightened up and grabbed China’s wrist. “C’mon, let’s go sit down over here da-ze!” he stated.

China sat down between Korea and Hong Kong silently. America then stood up and started talking as if nothing happened. The meetings went on just as they had before everyone even moved in here. America went on and on about global warming and how they needed to get all the fans in the world running outside in order to cool the air. “And so,” America said proudly, “we can stop global warming with this genius plan!”

“You are such a git, Alfred,” England stated, “and a stupid one at that.”

France was tempted to say something like ‘like father like son,’ but he didn’t want to make the Englishman pissed at him for any reason. This whole cursing thing had gotten too far for him to feel safe. “I know this will work!” America shouted, interrupting the French man’s thoughts.

The rest of the meeting would consist of America and England arguing with one another. Suddenly Switzerland stood up from his seat, finally giving a damn about the whole meeting altogether. “Both of you shut up!” he yelled. “Alfred, you’re a fucking dumbass, and Arthur, you’re fucking nuts. Now please, just shut the hell up before I beat you with my peace prize!”

Both nations stared at Switzerland for a moment before sitting down. Romano huffed, “Couldn’t have said it better myself, Vash.”

Switzerland nodded to the Southern Italian. “And Yao,” he continued. The Chinese nation turned to look to him. “You’re a dumbass too, making him mad like that.” She frowned at him, making him suddenly feel bad. Her crushed look reminded him of Liechtenstein, who was in bed sick today. “I am not saying you deserve this, but I’m saying you put it on yourself.”

China looked down to her lap quietly. “I understand that aru,” she replied to him.

That was when she took notice some nations kept staring at her. China wasn’t very thrilled with all the attention and slumped a bit into her seat. Germany shook his head and looked around, trying to get a feel for the atmosphere. It was surprisingly quiet and he got up from his chair some. “How about we stop staring and get some work done? Mien Gott! Boy or girl, it’s still Yao, so you all just get on with the meeting. Unless Alfred’s too dazed, then I’ll run the damned meeting myself!” Germany hollered.

Then Germany sat back down and America stood up slowly. “Okay then! Now that we all got out our… er…,” he started.

“Sexual tensions? I’m sure it’s all just sexual tension. Who wants to relieve their sexual tension?” France interrupted. He waited while no one raised their hands. “How about you, Angleterre?”

“Shut up, you frog!” England argued.

France then leaned over a bit, placing his hand on England’s thigh. England stiffened to the touch but said nothing. He glared at the Frenchman until the hand was moved a bit to the north. “Stop touching me you git!” England shouted at France. He didn’t stop moving his hand towards his vital regions. “Francis! I mean it! Stop touching me this instant!”

Prussia stood up and his palms pressed to the table, leaning forwards towards it. “Hey, if anyone’s going to be invading vital regions, it’s going to be the awesome me!” he proclaimed.

Hungary glared up at him. “Shut up, Gilbert. You’re not even a nation anymore!”

“So? I share custody with West. Technically, the awesome me still has a right to be here.”

Poland then put his fingers to his mouth to let off a loud whistle. All heads turned to him silently moments after. “So like,” he asked, “are we ever going to totally like, get on with this meeting?”

Of course they didn’t reach an agreement at the meeting. When have they ever? I’m beginning to wonder if we’ll ever reach an agreement, China thought to herself while walking down the long corridor. She brought up her hand and brushed her fingers through her bangs left astray from her ponytail. She sighed as she turned to walk into the kitchen. She peeked in to see a usual crowd of different tables seated for dinner. That’s strange… wasn’t there only one long table yesterday? Oh well, it didn’t matter. The one long table was replaced with a bunch of smaller tables. Mostly, the nations sat by who they were most familiar with.

Sweden was sitting at one table with Finland while Iceland had just sat down next to him. Denmark was marching over with his lunch, of course dragging Norway with him. Norway didn’t look pleased at being dragged across the kitchen. At the next table was Germany and Italy, sitting together of course. Sitting next to Italy was Romano, who was busy yelling at a certain Spaniard. Spain was just trying to give him a tomato! As much as Romano loved tomatoes, almost as much as Spain did, he didn’t want to accept the fruit from such a “bastard.” Sitting at the next table was a certain ex-nation who was proudly stating his awesomeness to the whole lunchroom. “I AM FUCKING AWESOME!” he yelled.

This got Prussia another slam in the face with Hungary’s pan. He groaned and put a hand to his head, mumbling to Austria to control his ex-wife. Austria fumed but said nothing. Between him and Hungary was Liechtenstein and Switzerland since Liechtenstein wanted to sit and chat with Hungary. Switzerland wasn’t about to sit at a table without her, so he’d have to deal with Austria next to him. Both nations spent their time glaring at one another. The next table over, Egypt was eating his lunch silently with Greece napping next to him. Turkey was working on getting a bucket of water to pour over the sleeping Greek. He lifted it slowly and then let it pour over Greece’s head. Egypt was taken aback by the sudden actions taking place. The cat that was sitting contently in Greece’s lap jumped up seeming obviously aggravated. Greece woke up after a ten second delay. He looked around hopelessly for the cat that fled, and in turn glared up at the Turkish man.

While the two Mediterranean nations were killing one another; America, France and England, were sitting at a table by them. England was boasting about his scones and how they were the best. China would have commented as she passed, but decided against it. Such talk got her into this ridiculous mess. France was too busy trying to get his hand past England’s belt into his pants without noticing. America didn’t notice, since he was forking down hamburgers again. Someone seemed to appear next to America though… Shit he looked just like hi- Wait. It’s just Canada. Okay good, no one would be able to handle two Americas… Cuba was smoking a cigarette next to Canada carelessly. Next to Cuba was Seychelles, who was seated between him and France at their round table. England started to take notice of France’s hand halfway past his belt and yelled at the Frenchman, “Get your hands out of there, you frog!” He waited impatiently just to notice France wasn’t listening. “Were you listening, Francis?! I said get out of my bloody pants!”

France just laughed at the angry British man. “Are you sure you don’t like it, Angleterre?”

England started to sputter at the comment, but he was finally able to speak. “I’m trying to eat my scones, you bloody git!”

America, who finally stopped hauling hamburgers down his throat, looked to the two other nations. “Get a room, you guys! I’m trying to eat my food! The hero needs to eat in order to gain strength to fight crime!”

“You’re not a hero, Alfred,” Canada muttered quietly.

Cuba nodded in agreement, having actually heard the quiet nation. England looked around in confusion. “Did any of you hear that sound?”

Canada sighed, and he received a pat on the back from Cuba in sympathy. The darker-skinned nation then lay back in his seat and offered the Canadian an ice cream cone. “Have some ice-cream, Matt-” he started.

He was interrupted by a very loud American. “Gee, thanks, Juan*!” he shouted, taking the ice-cream from him.

Canada and Cuba stared at America for a couple minutes before the Cuban handed the nearly-invisible nation some ice cream silently. This way, America wouldn’t steal this other one. Canada took it happily and replied with a thank you. Seychelles, who was hugging her fish, fell a bit to the side onto Cuba’s shoulder. Cuba smiled down to her. She was so cute when she was tired, and she was a very good little sister to Cuba. China wasn’t sure why she stuck around to see what would happen next. When nothing did, she shook her head and kept walking. There wasn’t any room at that table anyway. She looked across the room to where the other Asian nations were sitting. Japan was sitting between Korea and Taiwan quietly. Taiwan was eating her dinner, but she looked to Japan’s empty plate. “Kiku? Aren’t you going to have some dinner?” she asked.

Japan shook his head. “I tend to eat alone, if that’s acceptable to you, Meimei*. I’m not hungry anyway.”

She looked down to her food sheepishly. “That’s fine, I was just wondering.”

Korea grinned as he slowly reached next to him to Japan’s chest to grope his chest. “Kiku’s breasts belong to me, da-ze!”

China smirked. Better him than me, she thought. Not wanting to get involved with the situation, she kept walking over to get whatever they were serving. One of these days, she’d treat herself to some homemade Chinese cuisine. Tonight however, she was tired and just wanted to relax. She went to grab a tray of food and the elderly woman gave her a sympathetic look. Did she know or something? Maybe they’re all talking about it… These thoughts made China nervous as she headed back across the room. “Ve~! Yao~!” Italy greeted as she waved over to the other nation when China paused at her name being called.

China smiled slightly as she walked over to their table. It was nice to be invited, even after all the mishaps in World War II. Italy was very easy to forgive, reminding China a bit of herself. It was nice to have things in common with others. Italy started tapping her chin in thought with her finger. Germany turned to her some. “What are you doing, Eva?” he asked.

“I’m thinking, Doitsu!” The look Germany gave her scared the life out of her body. “Ve~! I’ll do whatever you want, Doitsu! Just don’t hurt me!!” She waved her little white flag for the umpteenth time today.

Germany sighed. “What are you doing?” he repeated his question.

“I’m thinking about pasta,” she said, puffing out her cheeks with a pout. That only lasted ten seconds. Her puff was gone and there were tears in her eyes. “They told me there would be pasta here before I came! Ve~! Where’s the pasta, Doitsu?” she cried sadly.

Romano had finally pushed the Spaniard off, but he was still next to him. Italy’s brother sighed and looked to Italy and Germany. “Eva, you’re so stupid sometimes! We’ll get the fucking pasta, just not today!” he yelled. “Dumbass…”

Then Spain spoke up. “Lovino! Don’t be to rude to Eva.” He turned his attention to the now-sobbing nation. “It’s okay Eva, we can have pasta another night. I promise.”

“Promise?” Italy said after calming herself down a bit.

“Promise.”

Why on Earth was China sitting at this table? Well, she wasn’t one to decline such a polite invite. She picked up the fork that came with the meal and sighed. Maybe she could ignore all of this chaos. She started to eat her meal, seeing as everyone else had already begun at one point. Then the table went silent, which made China uneasy. What was going on? She looked up to find Belarus sitting in front of her. “I heard someone else was sharing Ivan’s room,” she muttered angrily. China blanched. It wasn’t like she had a choice! There were no other rooms open! “Thanks to that, I’m stuck in a room with Elizabeta.” Belarus continued. “Do you happen to know who’s sharing with my beloved brother? I just want to… trade with them… Yes… trade…”

By trade, did she mean beat the shit out of? China gulped at the thought of being beaten for something that wasn’t her fault. What if they actually traded though? China lit up at the idea. Now she’d be safe from Russia, and Belarus got what she wanted! Yes! It was perfect! “Natalia, I would be glad to switch rooms with you aru,” China explained her idea. Belarus raised an eyebrow as if asking if she meant it. “Seriously,” China continued. “If you want to share a room with him, I’ll trade with you and room with Elizabeta aru.”

Belarus remained silent for a moment, trying to contain her joy. Soon, she and Russia would be married. Married… married… married… she chanted to herself in her head. “Meet me at my room after dinner than, Yao,” she said, standing up to leave.

"Married… married… married…" There was that chanting again. Russia shook his head. It couldn't be. Not this soon. He knew even Belarus had to unpack sometime. He mentally slapped himself for being so stupid. He remembered that he came first to her. Damn it all. He was waiting for China to come to bed, since she did share the room. His heart sank when Belarus stormed into the room with luggage. Did China lose a bet or something? Why was Belarus in his room with that luggage then? Russia frowned, thinking the worst had happened to his dear Yao-Yao. "Ivan… I'm moving in with you brother," Belarus said eerily as she walked inside.

Russia found himself shaking in sheer terror. He did not want Belarus sharing a room with him. Why did she have to come? He'd beg Alfred to make her leave eventually. No. He mentally slapped himself again. Russia would never beg that capitalist pig. Not even if all the vodka in the world belonged to him. He'd get what he needed himself. Thinking about it, however, didn't get Belarus out of his room. "Brother, now that we live together, it only makes sense that we get married," Belarus said to him.

Russia went pale at the words. He was not going through this again. Think Ivan, think! He told himself. Where's the quickest way out? He looked around. The door, a voice in his head told him. Thank you for that, Captain Obvious, Russia thought sourly. He flinched when someone hugged him from behind. It was Belarus, no doubt. "Natalia," Russia started.

"Married… married… married…," Belarus chanted quietly as she hugged him, interrupting his explanation that she and him were siblings, and he'd never marry her.

Would she listen? Nope. As tempted as he was to reach for his pipe, this was his sister. He did love her, just not in that way. He sighed in defeat while she clung to him. Instead of arguing over a useless cause with her, he turned and walked out while she clung to him. It seemed to be less severe than other times, so why worry about it? All he had to ignore was that very creepy chanting… It wasn't like he chanted scary things too… (He does.) He walked out into the hall to find a certain American passing him, arms spread out like he was flying. The Russian raised an eyebrow at the energetic nation passing him. America felt a familiar strange aura as he passed and skidded to a stop a couple feet from Russia. He turned and looked over Belarus on the unfortunate nation's back. "Natalia? What are you doing?" America asked.

"Shut up, Alfred. You're stupid and insignificant to me," Belarus said, almost growling at him. "Unless you're helping me get the preparations for our wedding, go away."

Russia didn't look amused; America could tell. He frowned at her. Why was she so obsessive over him? America than got an idea to possibly get her off. "You know, we're all going in the back yard to watch Hikaru's fireworks. He's putting on a show," He said while smiling. "The hero would be glad to escort the two of you."

Russia scowled. Why was he so annoying? Belarus surprisingly got off of Russia to go after America with a knife. "How dare you!" she yelled angrily.

America ran, unsure of what he did wrong. Russia took his opportunity to run at the back yard. Maybe he could get lost in the crowd. That could stall for some time, anyway. He'd have to thank America later. When he didn't hate him so much, he would. Russia then fixed his scarf some before walking into the crowd of nations. The aura coming from him seemed to make sure he got through, because people moved out of his way for him. He passed the angry Englishman yelling at France, who was trying to stick his hands down his pants again. Damn his accursed belt! Russia looked back once to double check that no one needed to be bashed in the head with his pipe. He smiled childishly when even Belarus wasn't on his trail. No one needed to die tonight.

He could have skipped happily through the crowd, but Russia didn't roll like that. He'd skip through sunflowers or dead bodies, but not through a field of nations. He stopped by his favorite nations: the Baltics. Latvia was shaking again, trying not to faint at the sight of the Russian as he put his hand on the boy's head. Estonia's jaw almost fell off from being so fearful. He attempted to calm down Latvia, but failed once again. Russia frowned as he counted the number of Baltics. Lithuania was missing. He was probably with that Polish guy again, Russia thought angrily. Whatever, tonight he would enjoy his freedom from Belarus with the other two Baltics. "Privet, Raivis, Eduard," Russia greeted the two cowering nations.

"H-Hello M-Master Russia," Estonia replied back.

Russia smiled innocently. "You can call me Ivan, da. You're not living in my house anymore," he replied.

"R-Right…"

"Aiyah! Hikaru, be careful around those aru!" They heard China yelling from the front of the crowd, interrupting their conversation.

"I know what I'm doing, Yao," Hong Kong replied to the scolding calmly.

It was soon enough that the colorful lights were in the sky, making many patterns. Most nations stared in awe at the sight. Korea at one point shouted that he invented fireworks, giving Hong the right to hit him over the head with his hand. Russia chuckled at their behavior, being able to glance at those in the front. He was the tallest nation, of course. They could be so amusing to watch, those Asian nations! Why China wouldn't become one with him, Russia didn't know. Soon enough, he shook off that saddening thought. He can't be discouraged, since they all live in the same house. That is only the first step to becoming one with mother Russia. Everyone lived in the house, so technically everyone would soon become one with him. Russia smiled to himself. What a nice plan, da! He thought. "Hey, Iggy!" America yelled from somewhere in the middle of the same crowd.

Russia guessed he escaped from Belarus somehow. She probably went back to looking for him, since America was gone. The Englishman looked to America angrily. "What do you want, Alfred?" he asked with a sigh.

America said nothing as he started to pet England's eyebrows. "You have fluffy eyebrows," he stated. "Fluffy, fluffy."

England jerked back from the American, running into France behind him. "Don't touch them, you git!" England yelled at America.

"Oui," France replied. "Only I may touch them, mon ami. Right, Angleterre?"

France then started to pet the eyebrows as well, making England very angry. "Stop that, you frog! And why the bloody hell are you petting them now, Francis?"

"To prove to Alfred that only I may touch you, mon cher," France replied.

Russia couldn't help but laugh at them too. They were so funny to watch! He couldn't wait for the day that they, too, became one with him. He looked around again, but then turned his attention to the fireworks. They were so pretty, at least he thought so. Russia's smile faded slightly when the fireworks stopped going up. The air was instead filled with the other nations' applause. Hong only bowed his head in gratitude and went to clean up. China offered to help him, but he declined the offer. "You need some rest, Yao. You've had a long day," he said to put reasoning behind the decline.

China scowled, he was right. Damn it. She wouldn't stand when she was proved wrong by him sometimes. Russia smiled at her anger. She looked even cuter when she was angry now. And Russia thought she was cute before! China was making her way through the crowd and back to the house when Russia leaned a bit to greet her. "Privet, Yao-Yao~!" he said cheerfully.

Crap, not him again, China thought. "Ni hao, Ivan," she replied unsurely.

Russia smiled brightly. Damn it all! Why does he have to be cute aru? She thought. The Russian then put an arm around the smaller nation's shoulders. "I'll walk you to your room, da," he said.

China turned her head so she wasn't facing him, hiding a light blush on her cheeks. Good thing it was dark outside, or he would have noticed it before she turned. "You don't have to, aru," she pressed.

"I insist, da."

"Oh, well, alright then aru…"

Russia walked China back inside, while Hong watched them walk into the house with an unsatisfied look. Why did it have to be Russia? The Russian stopped at the door that used to be Belarus's room, but was apparently where China was living now, and released her shoulder. "I'm very happy when we walk together, Yao-Yao," he said smiling.

China looked to the door blushing. "Uh, that's very nice. Xie xie, for walking me to my room aru."

Russia leaned over to kiss her the top of her head lightly and turned to leave. He looked over his shoulder as he said, "Goodnight, gosling."

China was dumbstruck for a moment as she watched him walk a bit down the hallway. She shook her head before turning to enter the bedroom, only to be greeted by a bag of things to re-unpack on her bed.

Fuck my life, was all Hungary could think. She was stuck with Belarus for a roommate, of all people on the earth. Hungary had beaten Belarus to the room and was already unpacked, so maybe she could ignore the intimidating nation altogether. Ah, one could only dream! This was the kind of time Hungary wished she was a man. Men were paired up with other men as roommates, like tradition. She stared at the floor with a sigh, pausing at the door. It was now or never, so she turned the knob to open the door. She sighed in defeat and started walking in. She walked past the other figure in the room slowly, not wanting to look up at Belarus. Her head snapped up in confusion when she heard another voice greet her. "Ni hao, Elizabeta," the voice said.

Hungary's head almost spun all the way around as she stared back at the Chinese nation unpacking in the room. She stood there staring for a few minutes as if to comprehend what was going on. "Wait, am I in the wrong room?" she asked finally.

"Oh!" China replied. "Well, I switched rooms with Natalia aru." She scratched the back of her head nervously. "I didn't want to be Ivan's roommate anyway, especially in this condition aru…" her voice trailed off.

Hungary's blank stare stayed plastered on her face for another minute of silence. So China didn't want to be Russia's roommate. That was totally understandable. Russia liked to stalk her, so it was obvious he'd be able to do… things… to her. It was then that she turned her body entirely to face her new roommate. She blinked a few times at China before approaching her. There was no warning when she took the surprised Asian nation into an embrace. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she exclaimed happily. "Thank you SO much, Yao!"

"Uh, bu ke qi, Elizabeta," China replied.

After that, Hungary finally released her so she could finish unpacking. Hungary went to where she kept her clothes and pulled out her nightgown. She started to undress to change into it when she noticed China turning to step into the hall, clothes still on her bed. "Where are you going?" Hungary asked.

"I'm going to let you change aru," China replied with a nod.

"You don't have to-" Hungary started.

And with that, China closed the door behind her to wait in the hall, some clothes to change into in her arms. She leaned back against the door with a sigh, looking down to her feet to think for a moment. Alright, she concluded. She'd just shower and get over with it. She stood upright and walked over to the bathroom, slowly passing a couple other nations. Good thing the house had so many bathrooms; how could a bunch of people live with only one to two bathrooms? China decided not to think about it as she went in to shower. She turned on the water and let it run over her skin. The water is just so warm, she thought. It feels really nice.

Outside, Germany was hiding under the bathroom window in a bush. What the other nations didn't know didn't hurt him, right? Germany peeked out of the bush into the window. Yes, it was concluded that any nation had a perfect view of someone showering through that window. He stared through the window a moment, only to find someone was showering now. He blinked a couple times. It if wasn't Italy, but then who was it? Germany normally waited for Italy to start spying, but this figure kept him staring. The figure was lithe, and yet very… proportionate. Yes, that was a good word for it. Proportionate. He squinted and took notice of a scar on the figured back. He frowned. What person would dare scar such beautiful skin? He then grinned at a tattoo of a… was that a panda head tattoo above her ass? His eyes widened with a blink. He realized who he was staring at and blanched. "Hey, West!" Prussia called out as he walked over to the bush.

Germany pulled him in swiftly, putting a finger to his lips. "Shush, bruder," Germany scolded his brother.

Prussia looked over his shoulder and through the window, catching sight of the figure inside. "Hey, she has a nice figure. Say, who is that? Kesesesese! I wouldn't mind having her in bed! Wouldn't you, West?"

"That's Yao, bruder," Germany replied flatly.

Prussia blinked and looked from Germany to the window again. "You don't say," he said.

"Yeah…"

Then suddenly, France popped up from the bush next to them. "Hush! I'm trying to watch Arthur showering, and you two are being annoying!" he said in a hushed yell.

"Really? Well, we're watching Yao over here in this window, Francis. He makes one sexy girl! Want to watch with us?" Prussia said invitingly.

"Oui, let me finish up here first, Arthur's about to get out," the Frenchman replied before turning his attention back to his window. Germany sunk into the bush with embarrassment as France finished and strolled over to join them. "I had no idea you had such a perverted mind too, Ludwig," France commented.

Germany's eyes narrowed at the comment, glaring at the ground. He had been caught spying on someone showering, and it was embarrassing. What was the point of being a closet pervert if people knew? Prussia sighed and whispered into France's ear, explaining the whole closet pervert thing to him. "Oh, I see," France replied, then turning to Germany. "Well, don't worry. Your secret is safe with me, mon ami."

For some reason, Germany didn't trust him. Oh well. All three turned their attention back to the showering figure to find she had vanished. Germany got up, leaving the two other nations in the bush. He had paperwork to do anyway. He stepped over the leaves and started back into the house.

China left the bathroom in her usual pajamas, which were still a bit big on her. She scowled. Was there a reason she had to shrink in the whole sex-changing process? She kept her eyes on the ground while she made her way back into the bedroom, where Hungary was waiting for her. "You didn't have to leave you know," she said. "We're both girls here." It gave Hungary a moment to remember that China wasn't originally a girl. "Oh, sorry Yao."

Instead of arguing this time, China only held up her hand. "It's okay aru," she sighed.

China went back to unpacking as Hungary went to her bed and sat on it. She looked China up and down for a minute, noticing that her clothes were a bit too big. "How about tomorrow we get some clothes that actually fit you?" she suggested that.

The Chinese nation looked over her shoulder to her roommate on the bed. "My clothes fit just fine aru," she said, pulling her sleeve over her shoulder back up again.

"Your sleeve was sliding off your shoulder, Yao."

"… Fine. I'll go, but I'm picking aru."

"You have my word," Hungary promised, crossing her fingers behind her back.

China didn't like the look the girls above her were giving her when she awoke that morning. Hungary was staring down at her, a grin on her face. Seychelles was next to her, and beside her was Taiwan standing with Belgium. Even Taiwan was smiling! China could have died happy right there. When was the last time she saw her sister smile in her presence? She sat up cautiously, as if trying not to bump heads with any of the girls staring down at her. "What's going on aru?" China asked, rubbing her eyes with her sleeve.

"You said I could take you shopping for new clothes today," Hungary said, beaming.

China raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "So?"

"So, I invited a few other girls to join us, silly!" Hungary laughed.

"Uh, alright," China replied, blinking. "Can you all wait a moment so I can change at least aru?"

"Oh! Right," Hungary replied sheepishly. "Go ahead."

All the girls turned to leave, leaving China in the room alone. China got up to change into some clothing before heading out into the hall. As she walked out, she was tying her hair in her usual ponytail. She didn't like how no one answered when she asked where they were going. They all piled out into the van, Ukraine waiting at the wheel. China could have screamed in terror when they pulled into the mall parking lot. The group led her inside and Hungary led the group towards the Victoria's Secret. China kept trying to pull herself free as the small group of girls marched inside. When they entered, she tried to make a run for it. However, Seychelles grabbed her arm before she could run. "Come on, Yao, be a good sport!" she encouraged.

"You said I could pick the new clothes aru!" China yelled at Hungary.

The Hungarian nation was helping Belgium and Taiwan pick out bras for China to try when the Chinese girl started to rant at her. "What? Oh, right," she replied. "Well, I had my fingers crossed."

Seychelles tightened her grip on China's arm and started dragging her behind the small group of Belgium, Taiwan, and Hungary back into the changing rooms. They were normal for changing rooms, but it wasn't normal for China to be going back in here. She hadn't ever even been inside of a store like this. She wanted to leave though. Taiwan stayed back in the changing stall with China to make sure she was changing to try them on. Hungary was waiting outside the stall with a pan in her hand, just in case she escaped. China grimaced at the first pair of underwear handed to her. This was going to be a very long day. Taiwan was turned, facing the wall as China changed nervously. She knew what would happen if she tried to escape. China was staring at the floor, blushing in embarrassment when she finished changing. This first pair was black with lace, and she felt very… exposed. She winced and blushed a deeper red when Taiwan opened the door so the other girls could get a look. Ukraine smiled to her. "You look so nice, Yao!" she exclaimed.

This is so embarrassing aru China thought to herself. "Yeah, Yao, you look really sexy!" Hungary commented, making China's blush get even redder.

The other female nations whispered amongst one another. China heard things such as "Aw, she's modest," and "that's so cute," and other things like that. She started grumbling to herself and shut the door in their faces. This whole thing was ridiculous. Maybe she can just apologize to England and get it over with. Just make it stop! She shook her head; China still had her pride to uphold, so that was out of the question. She quickly changed back into the clothes she came with and walked from the stall miserably. She didn't exactly want to be a dress up doll anymore. The group started to walk over to the check out where Seychelles was digging through her wallet to find some money. "Damn it," she muttered to herself. "Liz, I'm broke! My money's in Vash's bank!"

Hungary turned to Seychelles as she admitted her lack of money. "Broke you say?" she asked. Seychelles nodded. "Well, let me see if I have any," Hungary replied, digging in her own wallet. "Fuck, I'm broke too. Damn it, Vash also has my money." She laughed nervously. "I guess I spent all the money on me already."

Belgium looked through her wallet quietly, standing next to Ukraine who was digging through hers. Both wallets turned out empty. Damn, did everyone leave their money in Switzerland's bank? Apparently most of them did. Taiwan took note of the happenings as she walked up next to China. She looked around before sticking her hand in China's pocket to grip up her wallet. China stared at her, dumbstruck, as Taiwan opened the wallet and flipped through the bills with her fingers. Thank goodness Yao got dollars, she thought to herself. She pulled out a fifty and handed it to the clerk. "Meimei, what do you think you're doing aru?" China asked demandingly as Taiwan took the bag of things.

"Paying for this, obviously," Taiwan replied.

"You're paying? But that's my wallet aru!" China complained.

"Well, we're all broke! We put our money in Vash's bank." Taiwan paused to think, and then continued as a grin graced her lips. "Besides, these are your clothes."

China turned to glare at the wall, muttering to herself. It wasn't like she actually wanted this; quite the opposite, actually. She just wanted to go home and have some tea to calm herself down. She watched her feet as she walked a bit behind the group. Her head snapped up when a hand placed itself on her shoulder. She turned and looked to Taiwan smiling at her. Taiwan laughed when she gave her a strange look. Since when was Taiwan so happy when she was with China? "What's wrong, Yao?" she asked.

"Not to be rude," China replied, "but why do you care aru?"

"Why wouldn't I care about my older sister?" Taiwan answered, putting emphasis on the word sister.

It was all beginning to make sense to China now. She was now a girl, which meant Taiwan had a sister. That would explain why Taiwan was being so nice to her! China sighed. That was such a bad reason to start being nice to someone. Instead of saying something to offend her sister, China said nothing. She just let the girls fuss over her wordlessly. Outfit after outfit, but she drew the line at skirts and dresses. Did any of those girls dare cross said line? No fucking duh. On the way home, they even stopped at a pit stop to put China in the clothes they bought to wear home. Let's just say the Chinese nation wasn't at all happy with this.

Back at the house, America was showing off his chainsaw to the other nations in the living room. "Hey. Check it out!" he said, revving the chainsaw to life.

Canada, who was on the side of the couch, fainted onto Cuba's lap. Cuba laughed at the fall heartily. Netherlands was sitting next to Cuba, watching America rev the chainsaw. He sighed before taking out a joint to smoke. Cuba leaned over to him and asked if he too could have a joint. Netherlands grinned and handed Cuba a cigar to smoke with him. They were both smoking while Prussia, Germany, and Italy were watching America with his chainsaw. The nations paused when they noticed Netherlands staring at the door, jaw hanging open slightly. His joint slowly fell from his lips and into the ash tray. Cuba looked over to where Netherlands was looking and did almost the same thing. Cuba stared too, jaw slightly ajar, but his cigar stayed in his mouth. Canada slowly opened his eyes and sat up to assess the situation. America, Germany, Prussia, and Italy also turned to see where they were looking. The revving of the chainsaw slowly quieted down to silence as America turned it off. He didn't dare take his eyes away from the doorway in fear that whoever was there may disappear. It took Italy a moment to recognize the figure they were staring at.

China stood there blinking for a moment. Not even a minute since they got home and people were already staring at her. She was wearing an orange tank top and a white skirt. The skirt had a cute orange trim along the bottom that matched the tank top. She lowered her head with a blush and tried composing herself. It was kind of hard when Hungary stood beside her proudly, hand on her shoulder. "Hey guys!" Hungary explained. "Isn't Yao hot?"