A letter from China came to France yet again. He opened cupboard of his desk and tossed it among all the others he had received before, knowing it'd ask the same thing asked whenever China calls. It repeated every time:

"Ah, Francis, aru... I just wanted to call to check on them... I assume you've been feeding them well right, aru? You, I can at least trust with that, aru. I fear for Hong Kong, aru. Could you bring him something decent to eat the next time you visit Arthur? I wouldn't be surprised if he's been skipping meals there with that Englishman's cooking, aru!

By the way, aru... You've been taking good care of them, right? You're not trying anything funny on them, are you, aru?

....Have they grown, aru?"

France almost felt guilty for China. His younger siblings, all beginning to leave him or get taken away. Japan had left and took Taiwan. England took away Hong Kong. That already was three of his dearest siblings and yet here is France, sitting at his desk, not daring to respond to any of those questions asked. France had taken three more of his younger siblings at once, renaming them the French Indochina triplets. Out of all China's siblings that were ripped away from him, these three got the least care. Mistreated, forgotten, ignored... Yet, they still called him "Père" as they were told to. Then, a knock came to his office door. It was the triplets. Vietnam opened the door and spoke.

"Père? We'd like to ask you anything."

"Oui? You may ask me anything, ma fille."

"Brother Canada... He got independence, didn't he? Sister Kampuchea noticed that he isn't here as much anymore and..."

She hesitated in saying the rest and Cambodia finished for her in a serious voice.

"...We decided that we want independence too."

France got up and slapped her across the face, becoming furious. Cambodia, however, still stood there and glared from the corner of her eye. Vietnam, acting on both her and the other female nation's behalf, shoved their father into the desk.

"You tore us away from our brother just so you can leave your mark. Think just because you call us your daughters, you can just treat us whatever way you want? You're not our real family!"

She pushed him aside and pulled out the desk cupboard and dumped out all of China's letters. Laos watched each one fall, seeing how much France had kept from them.

"So this was where you kept all of them... Always telling us that brother was too busy and didn't ask or have anything to say to us..." he said, feeling his distrust for France growing.

Cambodia didn't look at them. She quietly murmured things to herself.

"What else to expect from a damn capitalist adult... He wants to keep up us from knowing and lower our hopes to get more control..."

Vietnam nodded in agreement. She picked up the letter France didn't read earlier, tore it open and read it aloud. To his surprise, the letter had actually been different.

"Francis, you haven't been responding to any of my letters, aru. If I hear word of my siblings in a negative way, I'll be the one to rip something away from you, aru. I might be an old 爷爷 but I can still fight, aru. Tomorrow, I will be visiting to see for myself how they are doing. I've been left to worry long enough. I will see you then, aru. ~中国"

They placed the letter back on his desk and exited. France get up and dusted himself off.

'When he comes by tomorrow, he's definitely going to decide to support them in a rebellion against me. I have to prepare for battle once more...' he thought, cleaning up the mess of letters.

On the way back to their rooms, Laos began to speak to himself.

"มีจะมีสงครามอื่นได้หรือไม่"

"Có, chúng tôi sẽ." Viet responded.

* Père: French for "father"

*ma fille: French for "my daughter"

*爷爷: Chinese for "grandpa"

*中国: Chinese for "China"

*มีจะมีสงครามอื่นได้หรือไม่: Lao for "We're going to have a war now, aren't we?"

*Có, chúng tôi sẽ: Vietnamese for "Yes, we will."