Author's Note: This is my very first Hetalia fanfiction so it might not be that great for some of you. However, I will accept constructional criticism in order to improve my story and myself as a writer. I hope that most of you will enjoy this story because some of my friends and I came up with great ideas that were running through my mind for a long time. If you have any questions about the story, please include them in your reviews. They will be answered in the next chapter. Sit back, relax, and enjoy this lighthearted story about China and Japan! :)
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"Japan," a narrator spoke, "an extremely intelligent and middle-aged man who has separated himself from the rest of the world for hundreds of years. His hobbies include growing bonsai trees, painting, and kendo."
"Wow," Yao whispered in amazement. "I've always wanted to meet a Japanese person, aru! Maybe there will be Japanese tourists today! Who knows?"
"Japan is the exact opposite of the loud and proud America," the narrator continued. "Let's take a look at some similarities and differences between these two men, shall we?"
"Yao," his mother called out. "Eat your breakfast now!"
"Why, mom? It's too early!"
"We open our restaurant today, remember?"
"Oh, right! I forgot about that! Can you give me five more minutes? I'm watching something."
His mom barged into his room and pulled his ear.
"Ow, ow, ow! Stop it! I'm gonna miss out on the good stuff, aru!" he whined.
"You can watch it tomorrow! Today, it's all about the restaurant!"
"Aw, man!"
For breakfast, Yao had eaten his favorite: dim sum, a pork dumpling, rice, and green tea.
"Thank you for the meal!" he bowed. "It's time to go to work, aru!"
"Yao, get the sign you made and go outside to hang it up. Be sure to bring a ladder with you."
"Yes!"
"After you do that, sweep the place so it'll look nice and tidy."
"Yes!"
Constant orders have been fulfilled until they were ready to start their business in the afternoon.
"Um, mom," Yao look out the window. "We have a crowd waiting outside, aru!"
"Tell everyone that we'll be ready in a minute or two."
The crowd soon got silent when he opened the door.
"Everyone, we will be having our grand opening in a couple of minutes!"
They let out shouts of joy and excitement.
"Give me some dim sum!"
"I wonder if they brew many kinds of tea."
"They better have mooncakes and other holiday treats!"
Finally, Yao's mom appeared with a pair of scissors in her hand.
"Five, four," the crowd counted down, "three, two, one!"
When they said one, she cut the ribbon in half. Everyone cheered again; this time it was much louder.
"Ten people at a time!" Yao called out. "That way you won't push or shove each other when it's crammed!"
Yao took customer orders while his mom handled the cooking.
"Next!" Yao said.
This customer was probably younger than Yao. He had well-trimmed dark hair, shining eyes, and wore a blue kimono.
"Nihao," he greeted shyly. He took out a slip of paper and began to read what was written on it.
"My Japanese parents will be holding a huge feast in our home this evening. We were wondering if you could prepare the following dishes: Beijing roast duck, Shanghai drunken crab, dim sum, shumai, steamed pork buns, and chicken teriyaki. You can cook more dishes but make sure it's enough to feed twenty people. My parents want to taste Chinese food that is more authentic than what Japanese people cook. My parents say that the best of a certain food come from its home or origin. Please try your best to make my parents happy! I'd appreciate it," he read in Chinese.
Yao was a little surprised at how this Japanese boy was able to speak in Chinese. He just smiled and nodded his head as a reply.
"Xie xie," the boy answered cheerfully and bowed. He exited as soon as possible but before he could open the door, Yao shouted out in Japanese,
"Welcome to Yokohama Chinatown!"
With that said, the Japanese boy smiled at him and left.
"I wonder who he is..." Yao wondered.