China sat up, rubbing the lint out of his eyes. Sunlight pored through the window, illuminating the room in colors of the spectrum.

"Ughhhh." He stood up and walked to the bathroom, his Hello Kitty nightgown sticking to his barely awake form.

Yao grabbed the blue rubber suction cup and popped in his contacts, blinking, as the world cleared up. He put a few drops of water into the contact case, and closed it, sliding the case into one of his pockets.

"Another meeting today ~aru." He frowned, but brightened up, "I'll pick up some dumplings on the way home!"

He threw anything necessary into a old, brown bag, that had been lying around one of the dusty corners of China's house.

"Just another day." He hummed, and was ready to go, he grabbed his phone, and the usual bag of snacks. Dried peas, sunflower seeds, and jelly rolls.

The tap of Yao's shoes sounded out in the hallow house. Yao burst outside, letting the "fresh" air hit him. It was surprisingly clear out. Banning the fireworks that year in Bejing appeared to be making a difference.

"The meeting's in Bejing... No Shanghi...Yes, it was Bejing ~aru." Yao thought, heading for the meeting building. He passed all the familiar vendors, and a hot yogurt shop, where China purchased one. He let the hot drink warm him up in the bitter, cold, December air.

Yao had forgot his coat, but his jacket kept him warm enough. Throwing the empty glass yogurt bottle in the recycle, he continued his walk, balancing on the yellow curb as he went. The crumbling bricks made the task harder, but he continued.

"Finally." He sighed, arriving at the meeting building. Outside, parked, was a fancy, bright red and blue convertible, the top opened, and a two Tim Horton's in the cup holders. China could ONLY guess who that belonged to. Next to it was a rainbow patterned carpet, with tassels, floating a foot off the ground. The wind swept trees proved that a helicopter had been there recently, a single rose in the center of the chaos, and two broken Taxi Tickets reading "Kiku Honda" and "Ludwig Beilschmidt" Next to those lay a beat up dull sports car, which had a smashed-in hood, a broken light, and was parked leaning up against the building, a Italian flag on the license plate. There were no traces of how Russia had arrived.

Either Yao was last, or Russia hadn't arrived yet. As he walked into the room, the G8, and Romano, who was technically part of the G8 sat at their spots. China also sat down, popping sunflower seeds into his mouth.

The ring of America's phone made almost every nation jump, bar Russia, who sat in his seat like nothing had happened.

"The meeting is on!" America yelled, as if it was the super bowl. He grinned and collected some notes, "I'll go first!"

"So a big part of global warming is cars! But now they have this fancy electric car, but nobody wants to buy it 'cause it isn't colorful! I say we paint them red, white, and blue! Then everybody will buy them and global warming will get banished because the hero will kill it!" He yelled, obnoxiously loud.

"That would never work! People would enjoy a regular black coat if anything you git!" England fought.

"Black is boring Anglerette!" France slyly smiled, "Light pink would do well, it's the color of love after all!"

"Black and pink both would not be good choices for a electric car, black would build up too much heat..." C-Canda, wait no, Cantana... Oh! Yes! Canada whispered, in the far corner.

"What's the point of ~a painting your car if it's going to be smashed up?" Italy asked, referring to his car.

"America~San does have a point." Japan mused, "Using more erectric (I'm SO sorry XD) cars would herp the environment, however, producing them would also require prastic, which is made from oir."

"How did we even start talking about cars ~aru?" China asked.

"I don't even know." Germany rubbed his forehead in frustration, "Mein gott..."

"I'll go next." England sighed, "I'll talk about economics okay?"

"So, as you know, I am leaving the European Union, so are my siblings. And I personally think that we would help economy of our land, but some bloody idiot..." He gestured to France, "Think that we would harm the world economy, along with our own."

"Ah, but you are such a small island country, surely you would not last long on your own!" France frowned.

"You go Iggy! Freedom is awesome!" America pumped his fist in the air.

"Brexit might help you trade with countries outside the EU, but it would damage your economy. Maybe you go broke, and then Russia can take over your land da?" Russia asked, sweetly.

And so the meeting continued. France talked about stock, and how rates are at danger of falling, and the steady decrease of stock in many countries.

Canada was skipped over.

China stood up, and talked about air pollution, eating a spicy, dried, pea every few sentences.

Russia openly proclaimed that America could stop sticking their nose in his business and that he was going to produce more bombs, which caused most of the nations to become nervous.

Italy and Romano talked about helping poorer countries, but halfway through the presentation, a marker hit Italy on the head, so Romano ended up explaining the whole thing himself.

"And since those ******* countries can't fend for theirselves, we have step in and save their ***** from going broke." Romano finished, adding extra swears at the end to make sure everybody knew he wasn't happy to be here.

Germany gave a detailed explanation on world economy rising and falling, along with a 17 slide PowerPoint, real interviews, and dozens of graphs, everybody pretending to pay attention. And he finished in 7 minutes and 59 seconds.

Japan went last, and explained recent technology advances, and the digital divide between countries which were doing economically well, and those who weren't.

"Ok dudes! Meeting over!" America, "Next one is a complete world meeting in..." He picked up his notebook "...Dublin, Ireland." America practically jumped into his car, as Canada climbed in, and sped out of the parking lot. Italy and Romano hopped into their car, and followed after the North American brothers, crashing into the curb in the process.

England hopped on his carpet, performed a spell, and vanished. Another helicopter landed, and France climbed in, as the chopper flew away. Russia stood in the middle of the parking lot, grinned, and suddenly pulled out a pipe, China deciding to leave before he could see what the tall man was going to do with it.

Yao was almost home when he remembered his promise to himself, to buy some dumplings. He entered a store, where a man hummed at his seat, on his phone, and chowing down on a mushroom bun. Yao walked up to the counter.

"(Hey! Xin Xin!)" Yao smiled at the teenage girl at the counter, it only seemed days ago when she was a tiny toddler, pulling at his military jacket, and asking him for candy, "(i haven't seen you in quite a while!)"

"(What do you want?)" She gestured to the fresh dumplings and buns sitting on the counter.

"(Uh...Ill take away three red bean buns.)"

China stepped outside, chewing on his treat. He continued to balance on the curb, cars, taxis, bicycles, motorcycles, and the occasional semi-truck sped by on the busy streets. People with grocery bags walked along the sidewalk, which was lined with stores. Street vendors called out for customers to shop with them, and some young children played hopscotch by a apartment building.

"(Hello!)" A little girl called out to him as he passed, waving.

The Asian country's spirit was quite high by time he started nearing the suburbs, which was where this house was located. As China passed his neighbors' children, who were shoveling snow along with their father off their driveway, Yao was suddenly reminded that he ought to clean his basement. Unlike other countries he knew, bringing back memories didn't bring pain, only a feeling of warm, happiness.

Yao entered his house, yawning. He lay down, on his bed. A quick nap wouldn't hurt anyway, he'd set his alarm to ring in a hour and... Yao fell asleep.

"Hello!" The strange girl who had waved to him in the street approached him.

"Who are you?" Yao asked her, she resembled a young Belarus, almost. Remembering any country's young form gave him a bittersweet taste.

"A country!" She smiled, "I know you!"

"I've never seen you before." He frowned.

"Never in this form. You were too little to remember. When I traveled across the bridge I changed hair and skin tone." She suddenly shots up in height, to where she was taller than Yao, her skin mocha, and hair silky black. Yao's breath stopped as he stared at his older sister.

"Naya?" He asked, eyes wide.

"The one and only." She spread out her arms, and her younger brother hugged her.

Yao suddenly found himself falling down a dark hole, the sensation pulling at his physical form, as if he were on a roller coaster ride.

When he looked up again, he realized he was much smaller. And younger, his hair growing messily everywhere.

Young Yao moved in the dream, as he was just a memory. Yao followed him.

Little China stopped in front of a small house, pushing the door open, he saw the same girl from the previous dream, and two boys, one the same age as the girl, one the same age as Tiny Yao.

"Ah! Panda Cub! Your back!" The girl waved to him, "Catch anything?"

"Yes." He held up a decent size fish, "Got one."

"Nice catch." The older boy hummed, and placed it on a stake, ready to roast on the fire.

Yao woke up, sweating, his hair flying in a halo around his head. Why did he have to keep thinking of them? As he tried to get up, something tried pushing him back down. Suddenly, his eyelids became overly heavy, and suddenly he was falling again.

China was drowning, water filling his lungs, suddenly a bunny appeared, ink swirling around it. It was drawn and in two dimention, but moved, hopping away from his under the water. Yao chased after it, running in the water as if it didn't exist at all. The bunny stopped, and jumped out of the water, where Yao couldn't see it.

The water suddenly disappeared, and a shiny barrier appeared above his head. Yao reached, and stuck his hand through it, but was thrown downwards in a black tunnel. He got up, and walked through the tunnel.

As China reached the end, a maiden stood in silken robes, hair up, and a elaborate headress. She looked at him, and started to walk away, looking back at him as to ask him to follow. Suddenly, the lady morphed back into the bunny, and hopped away, this time China was able to keep pace with it.

"What are you?" Yao asked the rabbit, who stopped in front of a cherry tree.

The rabbit hopped on branches to the top of the tree, and fell down, promptly.

"Nii-San?" A small voice asked, and Yao looked down to see a small boy, looking at him. Japan. Tiny Japan waved in a asking for Yao to come with him. As Yao stepped first foot on the ground, the tiny Japan transformed into a taller man. Very recognizable, he wore a cape, scuffed up hair, and stood proud and tall.

"Romulus?" Yao asked the figure. Rome responded in suddenly collapsing, blood pouring from his body.

"Wake up. Wake up. Wake up! WAKE UP!" China screamed to himself, as he gained conciseness once again.

China woke up, heart beating quickly. He was able to get out of bed this time, and eyes landed on a pile of paperwork.

The man walked to the bathroom, slipped out his contact case, and watched as his contacts slipped out. He snapped the case shut, placed it on counter, before going back to his desk. Yao put on reading glasses, snatched a pen from the holder sitting on his desk, and started to read the documents.

10 hours passed, the moon shinning brightly on the desk, his lamp flicking in exhaustion. As Yao signed his name on the last envelope, and sealed it shut, he placed it down on the table, and took off his glasses, extinguishing the lights. He smiled, and stumbled to his bed, falling down, one arm at his side, the other grasping a Hello Kitty doll.

There was no dream, no nightmare, the moon completing its daily round, setting in path of the morning sun, as Yao began the day like the one before. He rememberd he ought to get a plane ticket to Dublin, which he decided to go down to the airport to purchase. The few hours walk wouldn't harm anything, he decided, as he popped in his contacts. Making sure to bring his wallet and jacket, unlike the last time, he stepped out of his house. He had went another day without cleaning his basement.

When China began his trek to the airport, he suddenly remembered he'd only eaten one meal the day before, and was hungry. Instead of stopping by the dumpling shop, he stopped by a KFC quickly, and bought a mashed potato cup.

Eating it with the tiny spoon, Yao felt childish, but kept walking, passing by the meeting building, as he neared the airport. It was quite busy, and Yao continued to walk, following the highway. The busy traffic sped by him, messing up his hair further than it already was.

With the 3 hours of sleep he was trying to live off of, China finally acknowledged that he was going to run out of energy. He stopped at a Starbucks, and threw away the empty mashed potato cup, replacing it with a large, hot, mocha.

The sweet caffeinated drink energized Yao, he hummed as he made his way down the street. He was a chocolate fanatic, and savored the creamy feeling of the drink.

As the airport finally came into view, it was a shock as always, the shiny buildings, towers, jet planes, passenger planes, stunt planes, every single plane there was. It would always be a treat for China to see how much the airport had grown every time he came here, like the solar panels on the plain side.

When he entered the bustling entrance, he found the most diverse place in China, every race, religion, nationality, and person all found at the same place, same building.

To get to the ticket desk, he usually would have to go through security, but China just had to show his golden flaked ID, and was let through.

There was a row of machines, and Yao stepped up to one of them, and scanned his ID once again. Selecting buttons and typing things in, soon the machine ejected a single plastic chip, a ticket to Dublin.

As China left the building, somewhat melancholy, he pulled out his ticket and smiled, no more nation work, none for a month.

He was only left with one thing to do.

Clean his basement.

He first moved everything upstairs, as quickly as possible, before going to confront the actual cleaning.

"Alright. Let's do this." He thought, armed with a mop, broom, a bunch of cleaning leaves, and a pail of water.

For 6 straight hours, he sweeped, scrubbed, cleaned, and polished every part of the room. Suddenly, the basement looked so much more inviting, the bamboo tile floors and cobble walls gave it a old sense of look, while the still bright lighting illuminated the whole room. Giving it one last look, he traveled upstairs, to the load of stuff waiting to be sorted.

"Let's start with the recent things." China decided to discard his Disney toys, and put them in the charity pile, throwing away the toys you got from fast food restaurants, and crumbled up scrap paper, chucking it into the recycling bin.

Past all old water bottles, which he threw away, and books, useless old clothes, which he stuck in the charity pile, he found himself on the next fragment, the past, not 5000 years ago, mind you, but maybe 100-300 years. He couldn't look at these, so he stood up, and circled around the pile to the old things. The very old things.

None of these were to be discarded, but sorted. He opened a rotting wooden case, and picked up a single fiery feather, a gift from his "older sister", Native America. Farther down in the chest was a clay bird, from Pontus... He missed her too. The last object was a ice-cold blue stone, which Scandinavia had enchanted with his powers, and given to him. China sighed, and moved the 750 year old chest to the side. He would have to get it restored, because his little brother Rome was the one to make it, grinning as he had weaved together the hard grass.

He still had Germania's stone-bead bracelet which he had borrowed... But couldn't return it, for Germania had died shortly after. The next world meeting he would give it to Germany. Aestii had made him a really clumsily put together necklace when she was little, but it still held together. Past all of the fragile memories were the everyday items.

A robe Ancient Greece had left at his house, a few oddly shaped stones of Kievan Rus, several little gadgets other dead nations left at his house.

China smiled, he was going to give these things to their children and grandchildren. He had the most precious thing of all anyway, the memeories.

A spear from Aztec, and a old quilt that was fraying from Britannia. All of the things were sorted, until he was left with the pile he had avoided sorting.

Yao gulped, reached, and grabbed the first thing he saw. A scroll, with a bunny painting.

The one from his dreams.

He held it in front of him, and the second he did so he heard a sickly sweet voice behind him.

"Hello China..."

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