Chapter 2

China POV

The arguing between America and England had become unbearable. I was sitting in my seat, hunched over, rubbing my temples. Right before I almost exploded Germany stood up and slammed his fist to the table.

"This meeting is convened for the day!" he barked, his eyes landed on America and England, "take your fighting somewhere else."

I gratefully stood up as other began piling out of the room. I felt my eyes flicker to where Russia stood; when my eyes locked with the Russian's, he made his way around the table. Clearly he was going to try to approach me again.

"So," I exclaimed, quite loudly, as I turned to France. He looked at me closely, I managed the best smile I could. I realized Russia was sauntering closer so I took France's hand and pulled him further away.

"Aw, tu as tres mignon et tres petit," he purred with a wink. I felt my face flush, mostly because of how he said it. After all, I had no idea what he had just said to me, "Chine," he started to say after a brief pause.

"Call me Yao," I remarked, loudly enough that I knew Russia could hear.

France let out a laugh, "Well then, Yao, I look forward to seeing you later," he winked at me before he walked off and called, "Au revoir!"

"Yao," I heard the voice right behind me. I lazily glanced over my shoulder to see none other than Russia.

"It's China," I replied curtly. I began walking away.

"Anyway, Yao, what is it that you are doing with France?" Russia demanded as he followed me.

"That's none of your business, Russia," I snapped with a frown.

"Of course it's my business," he growled in a low, angry voice.

"Well, I'll tell you tomorrow," I replied with a tight smile. He was ready to start arguing with me more but then Japan walked over to talk to me. Although, by the way Russia looked at him he seemed to regret it instantly.

England POV

I was so done with America and his stupid antics. I could barely look at him without feeling this weird tingling in my gut that probably meant that I really hated him. Yes, of course that was it. Why else would my stomach tingle every time our eyes locked? It was definitely hate. Must be.

"Hey, England!" America called as he walked over to where I was standing slightly outside of the conference room.

"Oh, god, America," I sighed angrily as I crossed my arms.

"Bonjour, you two!" France called with a graceful wave as he walked over, "I see neither of you has been killed yet."

"No, not yet, but this bloody wanker is-" I fumed.

"Whoa, calm down, England," America laughed, he 'playfully' punched me in the shoulder. I winced, but I did not let a sound. I would not let that git know that it hurt.

"Really, mon ami," France remarked with a glance towards me, "you should listen to your handsome ex-colony." America laughed in response to France's compliment.

My face flushed with anger, "You frog!" I hollered at France, "He's going to be obese in the next decade, at least! What's handsome about that?" I scoffed as I gestured wildly at America.

"Um," America remarked, stunned before gathering back his usual bravado, "Whoa, England, I have to say that I'm in pretty awesome shape! And I'm handsome too." He flashed us all a wide, toothy grin.

"I would have to agree, America," France laughed, with a subtle wink towards America before he flounced off.

It was quiet for a while before America started to say, "So… I'm absolutely starving! That meeting sure took a toll on me!" He laughed in that annoying voice of his.

"So, go eat," I snapped irritably.

"Well, I think there's some sort of fast food restaurant down the street a little ways away," America muttered.

"So, go there," I scoffed, "And eat that their greasy food and have a heart attack!" my voice raising as I didn't look in his eyes. That tingling in my gut was getting worse. Goodness, I must really hate him.

He stared at me, a stupid, crooked grin on his face, "I guess you don't want to go with me then?"

"No!" I hollered, "Of course I don't want to!" why did it feel like I was lying? I was not lying. I didn't want to go with him. NO. Of course I didn't. Why was I even questioning this?

He slightly frowned, only for his smile to pop back up, "Well, okay then, see ya later!" he called as he walked away. Damn it. Why did I want to follow him? But I didn't follow. Because I didn't want to. Nope. Not at all. Not even a little.

Canada POV

The meeting was over, but no one had taken notice of me or even Prussia yet. So, we were still off in a corner, talking about different things. Actually, Prussia was the one doing most of the talking, I was really just listening. And staring at his pretty eyes. And then feeling uncomfortable about staring at his pretty eyes.

"Well, It seems their stupid conference is finally over," Prussia exclaimed; I suppose he had just taken notice of this fact.

"O-oh, yes, it appears so," I whispered as I scuffed the toe of my boot against the ground, "Um, I guess, we should go…"

Prussia walked over and lazily slung his arm around my shoulders, "Well, they're the dickheads who kicked me out and forgot about you. I don't think they're worth our awesome time!"

I looked up at him, a tiny smile on my lips, "You're probably right."

"Of course I am, Birdie!" he laughed, his hand squeezing my shoulder slightly, "I'm the awesome Prussia!" I blushed at the nickname he had given me. And then I blushed more because his arm was around me.

Then I heard a loud voice bark, "Prussia!" Prussia and I both glanced over to where Germany stood.

"I… I guess you really should be going," I pointed out, my smile widening.

"Dammit," he grumbled, his arm sliding off of my shoulders. I instantly missed the way his muscular arm had felt around me. I felt my face flush as I realized what I was even thinking.

"I… I'll see you tomorrow, right?" I muttered, looking at the ground.

"Yeah, of course," Prussia remarked, "They still won't let me in, so if those bastards lock you out again come find me."

"O-oh, okay," I replied happily. Not telling him that now I wanted them to lock me out, and now being forgotten by everyone else wasn't quite so bad.

"PRUSSIA!" Germany shouted again. Prussia smirked at me before he walked off. I bit my lower lip, I wasn't sure if feeling what I was for Prussia was really a good idea.

"Oh! Matthieu," France called as he pranced over to me.

"Salut," I murmured with a tiny smile.

France let out a joyous laugh, "aw, Matthieu!" he continued laughing until he finally managed to say, "Why were you not in the conference?"

I chew my lower lip slightly, "I was locked out again."

"Non! Really?" He exclaimed angrily, "I promise tomorrow you will be let in."

"Oh, you don't have to do that," I whispered, still scuffing my shoe against the ground.

"And why not?" He laughed with a wink, "You don't happen to have a hot date scheduled when the world conference is, do you?" When my face flushed he laughed again, "Naughty boy!"

"I-it's not really anything like that," I stammered, my face still flushing.

"Well, I have a hot date," France teased, his eyes glinting mischievously.

"R-really?" I stammered.

"Of course!" He purred, "I wasn't going to wait around for you to make a move forever," he winked as his hand gently caressed against my cheek. Then he walked away, laughing.

"F-France! It-It's not…." I softly called, but he didn't hear it. In fact, I doubted anyone did. I wasn't really loud.

Later on

China POV

I was in France's house; it, much like the conference room, was lovely. If not gaudy and excessive. I was sitting on a loveseat, balancing a glass of wine in my hand. I didn't drink much, and I had a very weak tolerance for alcohol so when I did drink I tended to end up very drunk. France swooped into the room, a glass of wine in his hand. I glanced up at him, I quickly took another sip of the wine. Surely this would be easier if I was drunk. France sat down next to me. Very close to me in fact, his hip was pressed against mine. I let out a shaky breath before chugging down more of the wine.

"Relax," he purred, setting his glass down on the nearby table.

"I am," I replied calmly, allowing him to take the glass out of my hands and put it down. He leaned closer to me, he smelt like roses.

"Tu as mignon," he laughed, his lips brushing against my cheek.

"What does that mean?" I asked softly as I turned my head, my lips brushed against his.

"You are cute," he replied, I put my hand on his shoulder as I pressed my lips against his. He had wonderfully soft lips. I felt his hand on my leg. His touch was gentle, yet firm and sure. I couldn't help but think how different it was from Russia. When our kiss deepened I was still thinking of Russia, and I knew that, frankly, I shouldn't be. I still didn't even know why I was here, with France. But I didn't stop any of it. Mostly because I was lonely. And Russia was probably with Lithuania. That thought only made me feel worse.

My French is just terrible e_e, if I made any mistakes please please correct it! ( I didn't bother with google translate, just used the few French phrases I know XD) And, yeah, I'm boring, French is going to be the only language (other than English, duh X3) that I'm adding in, because google translate lies!

Dat FrancexChina scene…. Yup, my inner RoChu fangirl cried a lil bit. X3

If you're enjoying the story, let me know! I love hearing from people :D and a big thank you to those lovely people who have already reviewed! I swear, you guys are the reason I keep writing X3

* tu as tres mignon et tres petit- you are very cute and very small

* Au revoir- goodbye

*Salut- Hi

*bonjour- good day/ hello