Author's note:::

Ni-hao, this is PinkLemonaeandLove02. I just wanted to say thank you to anybody who has red this story so far. I'm sorry if i don't update in a while. I have no internet besides the school computers, but that's just for now. Anyway, thank you for reading and reviews are appreciated. If you have time visit my wattpad account. There I am PinkLemonadeandLove. It's pretty empty. I spend most my time on fanfic. Okay, i'm gonna shut up now. Have fun reading ^_^ (rated M for mature content, just to be safe)


~Japan's home

Britain had explained early on that he was only America's chaperone. He had no intrest in attending the buisness meetings between them. Japan didn't seem like he cared either way. Britain had considered explaining America's special circumstances to Japan but decided against it. He didn't want to 'air their dirty laundry' as New York had put it. Japan polietly asked them to remove their shoes at the front door. This was unusual to the westerners but Japan had explained it was Japanese custom to do so before entering a house. They did as told. They had no intention of offending the nation or his beautiful islands.

Japan led America to a private room while Emiko led Britain to the guest bedroom. The entire house was so cultured. They could tell that Japan held strong his traditions while Britain and America had let them go. They almost felt guilty for doing such an action.

Japan and America sat across from eachother. America kept going on and on and on about some game while Japan tried to listen. He truely did but it was hard keeping up with America. He also felt scared of saying something stupid. The childlike country had destroyed two cities. One bomb each. What if he did it again? While America munched disgustingly on snacks that were laid out, Japan reminded himself not to underestimate him and that looks were deciving.

After Emiko had closed the door, he let out a sigh of relief. He had been waiting for this privacy for so long. When he unlocked his suitcase, he pulled two framed pictures out and laid them directly next to his futon. One was of him and Victoria. Before they had found out of her pregnancy. She sat on a chair smiling happily into the camera with him standing behind her. He gave her a loving gaze. His hand was placed on her shoulder. Their fingers were intertwined and the sight of this picture almost made him cry. The second picture was of his daughter. Her hair was in a messy ponytail and her cheeks caked in mud. Her dress was dirty and knees scraped. Her hands were held up offering him a slimey slug. Despite her apperance, she seemed like the happiest girl in the world. He looked at both pictures and counted the ways Victoria and Elizabeth were alike. The only thing that he had in common with her, was her eyes. They shared the same eyes. Knock, knock. Britain bounced in suprise.

"Come in!" he said hastily. Asa stepped in holding a tray of food.

"are you hungry?" she asked him. Now that he had a moment to think, yes. He was hungry. Very hungry. Asa heard a rumble then put the tray before him. "I believe you are" she smiled. He thanked her then began to eat. When she left his room, she made a mental note to remember that he is a married man. The ring on his finger proved it.


The four islands gathered together in Hatsumi's home that night.

"Well, what do you think of the westerners?" Mayumi asked them. They exchanged looks and no one but Asa spoke up.

"Britain seems like a nice man, and America well...I don't have much of an opinion of him. Hatsumi, what was your first impression of America?"

"America? He's such a child! He believed anything I told him!" she laughed.

"What did you tell him?" Mayumi asked with wonder. Hatsumi looked off and smiled micheviously.

"Um, nothing that wasn't true" she giggled.

"Emiko? What did you think?" Asa turned to the small island. She gave her a look and said hollowly

"I don't know them. How can I have an opinion about them?" the four islands left it at that.

Later that night, Mayumi was helping Hatsumi undress. While brushing the tangles from her hair, Hatsumi asked her "Do you think Britain is married?". Mayumi didn't want to answer wrong. Hatsumi wasn't pleasent when upset. In fact, she wasn't pleasent at all. The only thing she could do was answer honestly.

"Yes. Did you notice his wedding ring?" Hatsumi then took lotion out of her vanity and applied some to her hands. The sweet aroma of lavender made Mayumi's head spin. Hatsumi then began to ramble on about the nation but the only thing Mayumi could focus on was Hatsumi's beauty. She secretly envied her. This island was tall, graceful and ever so elegent. Not in the was Asa was. No, she was diffrent. It was like she demanded respect without having to say a word. Mayumi wished she could be like her. Maybe then...America could notice her.

"Mayumi! Are you listening to me?!" she yelled. Mayumi snapped out of her daydream and nodded "Then you shall do what I ask of you?", it scared her. Having Hatsumi take control of her scared the living daylights out of her. She shook her head. She didn't even know what Hatsumi wanted from her but she didn't want anything to do with it. Mayumi turned and looked her deep in the eyes.

"But you must! If you don't swear yourself to me, then you force me to tell Asa and Kiku that it was you who burned America's bedding" Mayumi's eyes went wide with fear.

"It wasn't me! It was you who did that!" she retaliated

"But who will believe you? Swear yourself to me and I shall allow this to pass" what choice did she have?

"I swear myself to you" she choked. Hatsumi smiled viciously.

"Good. Now. Get out" she hissed. Mayumi stumbled back. Each moment Mayumi spent going back to her home, was spent sobbing.