Okay, first thank you for clicking this. The pairings will be:
RO/CHU
AME/RUS
slight RUSSIA/JAPAN
NOT a love triangle+one (love square...?)
And tiny microscopic hints of onesided Russa/Everyone
Anyways, Enjoy~!
Wang Yao was a single poor man who lived in China who worked as a painter for a living. It wasn't that his art was bad, on the contrary in was exraordinary. It was just that he had no sense of copyright and gotten in trouble for it more than once. He also had four adopted kids of different nationalities from all over Asia. So you could say he had bitten off more than he could chew. Also despite his extreme talent for art, he absolutley refused to draw portraits of people or anything with detailed eyes like he did sub-consiously-as if it came naturally- but he would always catch himself and scratch out by putting black paint on its face.
Today had been a good day he sold enough paintings and so he dreamt of a good retirement. Unknowigly he found a paintbrush, paint, and a blank canvas and began to paint. As he thought and painted a young man in his mid-teen entered in from the back door of the shop/house singing Paparazzi by SNSD. Yao sighed and turned around to look at his second adopted son, Im Yong-Soo. He actually had a twin but he had been adopted by some miliataristic man from North Korea. Both had been originally from south of said country.
"Yo, I'm back." Yong-Soo greeted with a wave of his his hand. Yao sighed again for the like of his manners. "Aiyaah, already?" dissapointment clearly showing in his voice. Yong-Soo had gone back to his home country for some redicuolus K-Pop fest. A week long festival where big named Korean bands like Girls Gerneration, Big Bang, and and SHINee preformed and did other stuff Yao didn't know nor cared about. He was normally against this stuff but he'd do anything to get Yong-Soo to stop singing and get out of the house. Heaven knows who he had been able to stand up to all that music. Yao shuddered rembering those horrible moments.
"Uh...If your done with whatever it is, can you help with this stuff?" asked Yong-Soo. He gestured toward some bags filled with stuff from the festival that Yao could only guess. Yao snapped out of his thoughts and sighed once again. He was getting to old for this stuff.
"Go call Mai and AnLiang and ask them to help." He said walking over and hefting a bag of his own. It was suprisingly heavy for its innocent looks. Yong-Soo went to go find his siblings saying something about stuff being made in Korea. And in this momentay confusion, the painting Yao was painting was completley forgotten.
Hey there! Thank you so much for giving this story a chance and reading it! I picked out Hong Kong's based on a kid from Hong Kong I knew sine Kaoru felt to Japanese. Also if you didn't know, Wuhan is place in China, it seemed close to Japan, Taiwan, and so hence Wuhan. Sorry if its a bit short but I should be updating it soon! Till then See ya~!