The Chinese man huffed to himself, whisking about his younger brother's room in search of his beloved Shinatty-Chan plush. Taiwan's room? Nope. Japan's? Nada. North Korea? Ditto. The last remaining place in his vast, oriental-inspired house? South Korea's room, his current occupation. Yao sighed and began rummaging through the Korean's closet, pushing aside dozens of boxes yet to be unpacked. After several minutes of searching a small, golden-bound book enscripted with in bold yellow print.
"What's this, aru?" He spoke to himself, cursing under his breath when he discovered that it was bound by a small silver lock- only causing his curiousity to bubble over. China immediately pushed any thoughts about Shinatty out of his mind as he started tearing open box after box of useless garbage (And things that the oriental wouldn't like to think about) until he came across the object of his search, a tiny, slightly rusted key that looked as if it had been abandoned in the packing box for some time now. "Ah, finally. Now let's see~" The lock gave off a faint clink as Yao, anticipating what deep, dark secrets he might find in the little book, twisted the little key through it...
Dear Diary-book,
Today I went to the world meeting with China-Kun to do stuff like talk to everyone. I saw Japan, Taiwan, Hong Kong, that one wierd Italian, and a bunch of blonde guys. China introduced me to people like Britain, Russia (although Yao tried to shove me into him and run away), a really creepy blonde guy who sounded like he was plugging his nose and asked me how old I am, the American who gave me a meat-sandwich that China smacked out of my hands, and I think I saw someone who looked a bit like America.
Later in the day I got to meet a bunch more blonde people. And this one guy who had white hair like an old person and threw a chickling-bird at me when I tried to engage in friendly conversation with him. But, anyways, that one Italian was really nice to me, although that prick-German tried to kill me I think. But the worst of all was when I spoke to this nice little yellow-haired girl. All I did was run up to her, introduce myself, and we were talking for a bit about things like flowers and llama-beasts and anime, which I had to show to her.
After everybody had left, I was showing her how to draw people even better then her brother (Bruder? Brodder? Broder?) does, according to her. Everything was going great up until when she asked me who the girl was that I had drawn, and why she had such big breasts. I told her that I was drawing her, and she even blushed a little bit! And then I put my hands on her chest and asked if I could claim her. I hadn't realized that her big brother had walked into the room, and I guess he took that the wrong way, since he took out a bunch of guns and I think a throwing knife? ("._.) So I started running away, and I maybe got shot, I'm not sure. But the next day everybody was wondering where all the bullet holes in the walls, ceiling, and floor came from...I blamed it on China-sempai and tried to avoid Swisszerland (Swizzerland? Switsserland?) for the rest of the day. And for some reason Licktenstien (( Licktenstein? Liketenstien? )) wasn't at the meeting with the rest of us. Her douchey-meanhead brother said that she wasn't fit to come to the meeting due to some sicky-thingy.
China closed up the book and stashed it back in the box, practically flying out of the room once he heard someone enter the house. "...What did I just read, aru?" He took a mental note to read more of it when the Korean left to whatever he did all day tomorrow, as he always did.