For a contest on DA. Theme #1: Sunset
China didn't like sunsets. He preferred the sunrise. To him to sunset signaled the end, while the sunrise reminded him of new beginnings. And with being a nation the last thing that he really wanted was to be reminded of all he had been through and all he had lost in his days. Somehow the sunset always managed to do that.
As the sun hit the earth, bursts of colors shot out through the air, staining the sky with their brightness. Red always came first, and it was always the last to be there. It reminded him of Ancient Rome, the first westerner he had met. They had traded silks, and always red because that was Rome's favorite color.
Orange began to seep through the seams, red and the yellow of the sun mixing together to create the vibrant orange that no one could probably recreate even if they wanted to. The color reminded him of Japan, so strong and vibrant, yet calm and not overpowering. He missed the days when Japan was nothing more than his little brother.
Pink came next. It reminded him of Italy and his first love. What had been his name…oh yes, it was Holy Roman Empire. Most people had forgotten about the two by now, but China had really never seen such pure love like that before. It was so innocent, even if Holy Rome thought that Italy was a girl. China hadn't seen love between two countries like that since then either.
Purple blossomed in the sky, staining the other light colors. It was the same shade of Russia's eyes, and even acted like him to. The color dominated everything and burned out the other colors. Just like the country, purple was overpowering and dominate, demanding attention.
China sipped his tea calmly, the sun almost half gone by now. He was getting old, and even though his country was growing more and more powerful, his body was beginning to remind him of an old man. His joints ached but he kept going on.
Yellow was almost gone now as the purple mixed in with the blue, making and indigo color. China liked this color the best, he wasn't sure why though. It just seemed to connect with him. China thought off all the countries he hadn't thought about yet. How he still didn't like England, how America owed him money, how France always tried to molest him, how he got along surprisingly well with Germany, how he needed to have another sibling day, how he needed to talk to Greece who had an eye on Japan, and every other country he could think of right now. All those countries, staring at their own sunset, seeing their own colors and thinking their own thoughts.
China had never liked sunsets before, but after seeing all the colors and all the memories that they could have in them, he couldn't help but think that he could begin to like them.