Beijing laid on the couch, dazed. A large mark was on her shoulder, from where the wolf had bitten her. Wolf ears and a wolf tail now complemented her body, making her seem like a fairytale character. She already looked like one, anyways. She was a blond Asian, with extremely pale skin.

China and England continued arguing, until the Asian had some sense knocked into him- literally. The Brit scooped up the half-conscious teen and walked out.

An hour later, Hong Kong walked into the room. "Mom, dad? Where's Bei-Bei?"

England didn't meet Hong's eyes. "She ran off into the forest. Someone saw her with a pack of wolves."

Hong stared at them, then turned and ran to his bedroom.

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"So we're meeting your sister today?" England asked.

Japan nodded. "Hai. At least, I hope so. She can be a bit moody and un decisive."

This caused China to snicker. "Just like Kaoru..." Everyone looked at him blankly, minus England, which made the Chinese roll his eyes. "Hong Kong?" There was a small collective 'oh'.

The door opened, and a figure hidden in baggy sweatpants and a black hoodie walked in, talking roughly. "Kon'nichiwa, my name is Sakura Honda, I represent Tokyo." Two iridescent eyes shimmered from under the shadows of the hood, a vivid gold with little green specks, like a kaleidoscope.

"Ohonhonhonhon~!" France laughed, standing up and walking towards Tokyo. "Such a beautiful name, you must have a beautiful face to go with it, oui? Show your pretty face to us..." He reached for her hood.

Tokyo grabbed his wrist and judo flipped him over her shoulder, then dusted her hands. "Rule number one. One does not touch my hood unless you want to be fed to wolves. Am I done here, Nihon?"

"No. Sit down and talk with them, Sakura. Usually cities aren't reconized." Japan answered firmly.

"Tai and Hong are..." she grumbled, plopping down in the one unoccupied seat. "Ask away, then."

"So... are you just a sister, or are you a daughter?" Germany asked.

Tokyo stared at him. "I don't know. Nihon rescued me from the streets; I can't remember much before that."

"Can you remember anything at all? Maybe we can help you, da?" Russia asked.

"I remember... I remember a voice. And I saw a glimpse of someone." she answered. "He said, 'She'll be safe here. Someone will find her.' Then I saw a glimpse of blondish hair. Then I was looking up into Nihon's face, and I was in a forest."

Italy pouted. "Ve, so you were abandoned? That's a-not nice!"

"Amnesia is what it sounds like." America answered, snakily reaching up towards Tokyo's head. Then he slammed it onto the table.

"AMERICA!?" everyone yelled. Japan reached into his pocket, pulling out what looked like a small whistle.

"Well, if she's got amnesia, if she gets hit in the head hard enough-" America didn't get to finish that sentence.

Suddenly, a wolf jumped across the table, knocking America AND the chair over. The wolf growled, completely pinning the country down, and bared its teeth at his neck.

"Sakura, daun! Daun no on'nanoko, matawa watashi wa fuewofukudarou. [Sakura, down! Down girl, or I'll blow the whistle.]" Japan ordered. The wolf growled at him, then the Japanese held the whistle near his face.

The wolf morphed into Tokyo, and she stood up, crossing her arms. A growl still came from her throat. "But Nihon-"

"America didn't mean any harm; he was trying to help." he answered. "He's a big idiot sometimes, but he really doesn't mean anything wrong." She snarled at him before storming out of the room.

"Vh-vhat vas vith the volf?" Germany asked, obviously startled.

Japan shrugged. "She befriended a wolf- then got bitten. She grew a tail and wolf ears over night, and basically is a werewolf now."