It was a normal World Meeting...as normal as a World Meeting could get but, alas, that didn't last very long.
"Shut up you toad! At least I don't sleep naked!" shouted England, a vein popping on his forehead.
"Oh Angleterre, we all know that most of the time you sleep naked unless when you're wearing one of Amerrique's T-shirts." said France as he watched said nations go all red in the face.
"I'm the hero and the hero can sleep with whomever he wants to!" shouted Alfred cheerfully as he wrapped an arm around Arthur.
"Including Superman bedsheets?" asked France mockingly and it all went down hill from there.
****Several moments later***
"Big brother sleeps in black satin sheets which are often covered with fresh red flowers." answered Belarus, proud of the fact she knew her big brother so well. Unfortunately, this made everybody stop and look at Russia weirdly, not having expected something like this (though it didn't stop Romano from trying to strangle Germany while yelling "How dare you corrupt my brother, you potato loving bastard!")
"Dude, I never knew commie bastards slept in such girlish bedsheets. Hey! What bedsheets does China sleep in?" yelled Alfred. At this everybody looked at the Asian man, who suddenly felt afraid for his well-being."
"Hm, now that you've mentioned it, I don't think he said anything during the...argument." Hungary added her two cents in.
"That's because it's none of your business aru!" answered China, making another argument escalate from there. During all the shouting and screaming one could catch the occasional coherent sentence.
"Leave me alone aru!"
"Kolkolkolkolkol, leave Yao alone, da?"
"Shut up, you commie bastard!"
"DON'T INSULT BIG BROTHER!"
Meanwhile Hungary and Japan were huddled together, unseen by anybody else.
"I really want to find out the color of China's bedsheets. Imagine if they are like Russia's. That would be so cute." whispered Elizaveta as she tried hard not to squee.
"I agree. We should find out."
So Hungary and Japan made a plan. That night they both sneaked out and went straight to the Asian man's house, searching for his bedroom. What they saw made them stop right in there tracks.
Yao was laying there with his bedsheets, reaching just below his armpits; said bedsheets, however, were not just whatever color, no, they were the exact color of the sunflower's petal. On the same bed a little closer to the bed-night stand stood a bouquet of freshly picked sunflowers.
Japan and Hungary fled the room to tend their nosebleeds but not before taking some photos. Had they stayed a bit longer they would have noticed the another man who was laying in the same bed – the man who had brought the sunflowers.