Hero of China, aru.
Dì yī zhāng, ā lǔ.
Wǒ méiyǒu Hetalia, ā lǔ!
It was a quiet night through all of China. Not a single blade of grass seemed out of place, the ancestors must have been pleased with them, why else would it be so perfect? An arrow shot through the dark, killing the peace that had lingered just before, now what lay in it's wake was fear. A sense of dread filled the watchman as he rushed to alert the rest with the fire. A large man stood in a dark blue coat with a red hat and long, flowing braid. The watchman flung himself at the fire, torch in hand. As the light went off he spun to him, smug with his achievement "Now all of China knows, aru." The Hun laughed "Good." Then he ended the watchman's life.
Wang Chun- Yan sat in her room, her arms were exposed and her hair was long and resting on her back, not bothering to put it up quite yet. "A lady must always think before she acts, aru…" she muttered as she wrote this on her arm, the brush tickling as it was dabbed across her wrist. Her mother called to her "Chun-Yan! Are you ready?" Her mother called to her "Coming, aru!" She shouted, she quickly put on her dress and hid her writing. She leapt down the stairs of her room and rushed off to pray to her ancestors. Someone touched her shoulder, she looked up and relaxed "Oh, Nihao father." She murmured "You should go get to your mother, aru." The Chinese man smiled to her "Yes father." She replied as she got up from her prayers. She grabbed her horse and made her way into the town. Her mother was there, her dark brown hair tied respectfully into a bun. "You are late!" It wasn't a question, she was late. "Sorry, aru! I had to do something!" She said as her mother pulled her inside the beauty parlor or something of the sort. A woman with long black hair and a green dress pouted "THIS is what you give me to work with? Well, I have seen worse." She muttered, Chun-Yan wasn't sure if she should be grateful she wasn't the worst, or insulted that she is referred to as "this". But she kept her trap shut as the woman and her sister in a similar pink dress got to work.
"Chun-Yan, what is this?" Her mother scowled lightly "Uh, notes, aru?" She squeaked, her mother was about to tell her off, but she was yanked out of the tub she was being bathed in first. They dressed her in a completely different dress, it had gold dragon onto the blood red dress with a matching gold trim. They fixed her hair and painted her lips, her hair was pulled into two buns. The dress was long and it covered her hands. Her mother, who was once lived with an Englishman started to hum and said in her perfect English "Bring great honor to us all." She smiled, she didn't know much English, but she knew that much. She was about to leave when her grandmother stopped her, the Japanese woman said softly "Jade; for beauty and a cricket; for good luck." They waved as she joined the other girls.
Other girls were called in, one by one. Since her clan name was Wang, she wouldn't be called right away. "Wang Chun-Yan." She jumped up "Present, aru!" She chirped, the large woman scribbled onto the scroll "Talking out of turn…" Chun-Yan frowned, who put a tiger in her dress? Chun-Yan climbed up the steps, once she did she was inspected "Too skinny…not good for baring sons…" the woman made "Tsk"ing sounds. The tan cricket started to squirm out of it's cage. It leapt and Chun-Yan had to slap her hands over it and try to stuff it back into his cage. "Give the code!" Snapped the woman, Chun-Yan flipped out her fan and gently used it, pushing her sleeve down; just a bit. "A proper lady always thinks before she snacks-ACTS!" She corrected quickly. "Hmm…" the large woman said, she snatched her fan and inspected it, seeing nothing she pulled her hand off her arm, her hand was now coated in black ink. The woman's hand went to her face; she made a circular motion at her mouth, drawing a mustache and beard combo. Chun-Yan struggled not to laugh, seeing how it would give away her cheating; the heavy woman sat down in front of a large table with a cup, teapot and tea leaves. Steam curled out of the teapot showing that it was ready to make some new tea.
"Make the tea girl." She demanded, Chun-Yan hurried over to her. She hardly had time to register everything that was going on, it was hardly fair! She watched as the woman made the markings on her face worse, she rubbed her eyes with that one hand, including rub her whole face, soon she looked like a squid spewed on her entire face. The tea over flowed from the cup, she noticed and jerked the pot up. As the match maker lifted the cup to her lips Chun-Yan spotter the tan cricket, when did that escape the cage again?! "Wait, aru! Uh…uh, here, let me take that, aru." The match maker frowned "There seems to be nothing wrong with it, now SIT DOWN WANG!" Chun-Yan sat down and watched in horror as she almost swallowed the cricket. The heavy woman spat out the tea, cricket and all. Instead of the usual chirp a cricket makes she heard a sharp "Eh~?" She accidentally knocked over a lantern; igniting the woman's rump. Chun-Yan grabbed the tea and dumped it onto the woman. After the tea put out the fire, there stood the Matchmaker stood there sopping wet, she growled "Get out." Chun-Yan tried to apologize "I SAID: GET OUT! NOW!" Chun-Yan fled the building, dashing past her mother and grandmother. Tears pricked at her eyes as she retreated to her home. She darted passed her father when he tried to talk to her. She'd never live down this dishonor.
Meanwhile… in the temple for the ancestors, one sprit watched in disappointment as Chun-Yan ran. He shook his head, would their family ever recover from this?
First chapter! Yes, Canada is the Cricket! Give ya one guess who Moshu is! ;D
Anyways, I'm feeling lazy, but review! Btw, anyone who didn't know, my wrist is doing considerably better! Yay~! Your reviews seem to be speeding up my healing progress! So keep doing it, my doctors are baffled at my recovery speed, when they asked I said "I have caring people rooting for me, I have to bounce back faster than normal." So review to speed me up further!
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