A/N: Okay, yo, hey. Of course I felt the need to infiltrate even your most sacred grounds. But, this was intended to be chapter-y, so chapter-y it shall be.

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China hurried through the hallway. The hallway that was so long, dark, and cold, it seemed almost as if no one could live here. Except that someone did live here. A great deal of someones, actually. How could they live in such a dreary place?

He didn't have time to ponder the question. Finally, he reached the door at the end of the hall he had been aiming for. He slammed the door open and burst in quickly, a little flustered, but still graceful (as always).

Russia, sitting at his desk, seemed very occupied with something and didn't look up at the noise. He had his coat on his lap, a handkerchief in one hand, and an open bottle of vodka on the desk. He was scrubbing his coat furiously with the handkercheif. Judging by the look on Russia's face, it didn't seem to be doing a whole lot of good.

China cleared his throat and Russia looked up, blushing. "Oh, hello China. Sorry. It's beautiful out today, isn't it? I was out walking it and enjoying the warm weather, but I must not have been wearing the right footwear because I slipped in mud! I'm fine, but my coat is all muddy on the back. I was trying to get it out, but it doesn't seem to be working." He sighed, "I'll have to have Lithuania wash it, I guess."

"Ah, yes, I hope you get it out. Is this a bad time to discuss the aid for nuclear development?" China asked.

Russia looked vaugely uneasy at the question, very much like he wanted to answer with 'Yes', but instead responded with, "Of course not. Come." He ushered China over to a sitting area with a small couch and a plush chair.

As Russia took the chair and motioned China to the couch, China noticed something and immediately tuned Russia out, nodding and agreeing at various times.

Russia was slightly pudgy. It was true that nearly all nations who attended World Meetings and had a sense of the world around them suspected this, but no one was certain. How could they be, with his ever-present coat? But here he was, coatless, his sweater faintly outlining the contours of his midsection. When he leaned back, the sweater rode up just enough to tease China with a small roll of fleshy stomach.

China knew what he wanted. He wanted to stuff Russia until he filled that chair, and icuddle/i with him, and-

Russia was calling him. "China? Are you alright? Do you agree?"

"Oh," China scrambled to thing of something intelligent to say. "Yes, I'm fine. I would be delighted to...do as you wish."

"Really?" Russia sounded surprised, and China wondered just what he had agreed to. "This is good news! I will write the report for our bosses, since I came up with it. Do you need to be seen out?"

China shook his head. "No, I know the way."

"Good! Oh you're taking it so well!'

China began to worry, a little, at this. Was it bad? It couldn't be that terrible. If it had been, their bosses would have been the ones talking with them standing in the background or something. Instead, China thought about how to make his fantasy real.

He would start subtle. And he would start tomorrow.

Grinning, he left the house and began walking home, playing his plan out in his mind.