China whistled as he walked down the path towards his favourite place. Vietnam was known for its beautiful lakes and natural sceneries. Soon he had arrived at her doorstep, knocking her door. When no answer came, he started to worry. Vietnam was a hard lady at heart, taking very extreme measures to keep herself so. So it wasn't natural for her to answer the door late by a few seconds.
China decided to wait a while, before ramming down the door.
"VIETNAM!" he yelled, hearing a yelp. He rushed towards the sound, reaching her bedroom. He swallowed, before slamming the door open. What was before his eyes was shocking. There, on her bed, was Vietnam, in her PJ's, giving America a headlock.
China stared at this scene for a while, before deciding to take action himself. He grabbed his wok, muttering a warning directed to the blond-haired country.
"Touch my sister and you will die under my wok…." His eyes glinted as he watched America run out the door, tumble down the stairs and out of the house. He looked back at Vietnam who was on the floor, bowing down.
"I sincerely apologise, China-nii. I was unable to answer the door because I was busy stopping America…..doing inappropriate things. Please, stay. I'll treat you to some tea." China sighed and snapped his fingers in front of her face.
"Don't be so formal with me, Viet aru. Smile, aru." China commanded. Vietnam looked at him, then smiled.
"Yes, China-nii."