At the hotel, the receptionist didn't seem too friendly. She looked uptight and very strict.
"Um, yes, we are the Wang's," Teacher said to the receptionist.
"The Wang's? Um, let me see..." she said beginning to type on her computer. She then looked confused and looked at Teacher with a raised eyebrow.
"Wang...Yaoi Wang?" She stuttered. South Korea busted out laughing and Teacher looked very offended.
"Did you just say Yaoi Wang?! It's Yao Wang! How dare they make my name into this mockery! Who did this? I demand you tell me this instant!" China exclaimed at the receptionist who seemed a bit scared.
"Sir, would you just take your room key...I'm sure this was a simple mistake." She stuttered again. Vietnam stepped forward and took the room key, "Thank you ma'am." She pulled Teacher by his collar and pulled him away from the receptionist, "you need to calm down!" Vietnam scolded. South Korea was still laughing.
"Uh...okay...what's our room?" I tried to change the subject.
"Room...69..." Vietnam whispered. China looked like he was about to have a stroke.
"The people here are very inappropriate!" He yelled out loud. South Korea was about to die from laughter.
"Can we just find our room?" Japan sighed. I agreed with Japan and we scrambled to find the room. I felt so bad for teacher though...to have your name be mistaken for something that is highly...uncomfortable? Afterward also having your room number to be also something...uncomfortable.
Finally.
Our room was found. Vietnam swiped the key and we opened the door. It wasn't exactly how we expected. It had a nice kitchen for Vietnam, a cute little living area...but there was only one room.
"Hey! I thought we were getting a two roomer!" South Korea complained.
"I'm saving money alright? Unlike you spending your money on junk metal." China yelled. We began to dispute on who has to share the one room and who gets the living room couch. It really didn't do much to dispute...China got the one room and he had the rest of us share the living room.
"That's not fair! There is six of us! Three of us should go in that room while the rest of us take the living room!" Vietnam said.
"Alright, I guess that seems fair enough. I'll choose-"
"No! I'll choose!" Big Sister interrupted. I trust Big Sister choosing more than Teacher.
"Big Brother Japan, Hong-Kong, and Taiwan will get the living room. The rest of us will get the bedroom. South Korea and I will share the bed and you will take the bedroom floor. Mei and Japan share the foldable couch and Hong-Kong gets the living room floor." She demanded. Some of us had a weird look on our face. Why did she want it to be like that?
"I don't really want to share a bed with you..." South Korea mumbled anxiously.
"I don't deserve the floor!" Teacher huffed.
"I have this arrangement for a reason! No need to complain, understood?" Vietnam's voice boomed throughout the room. We all coward away and agreed to her arrangement. Vietnam put her things in the room and unpacked her things. I put all the shampoos and bath things in the bathroom. China though on the other hand wanted to do his own unpacking. He practically organized his medicine bottles alphabetically, all of his things separate from everyone else, and had the floor where he was sleeping all softened and fluffed up with blankets and pillows. It will be such a pain to re-pack after a week. He even separated the Hotel's dishes from his own. Believe or not...he even brought our dish-soap from home; yet it was the same kind as the one here.
"Everyone done unpacking? I wanna head out to the beach!" South Korea exclaimed. He ran to the balcony and opened the curtains. This beautiful light shown through the room and there it was. The Ocean.
It was the most magnificent thing I've ever seen in my life. The last time I've been to the beach is when I was younger...
Teacher was holding my hand and helping me pack up my things, "We're going on a learning field-trip Mei." I could distinctively hear his voice in my head. I remember Big Sister when she was younger looking at me in envy. I didn't want to leave her and I didn't want her to feel jealous that I was leaving her. I remember running into her arms crying and rubbing my face in her arm, "I'm sorry Big Sissy! I don't want to leave you!" I could feel her hands stroking my hair, her fingers running through.
"It's alright Mei, don't cry. One day, we'll go together. You and me, okay? I promise." Her soft voice whispering in my ear. I remember letting go of her and felt China's arm squeezing my arm and pulling me away from Lien, "We're going to be late Taiwan!" He had dragged me away. He made me carry one of his heavy bags filled with junk and I struggled to keep up behind him. I remember being on the train again, sleeping on Teacher's lap and sucking my thumb. I was probably only five at the time. That's all I remember, other than when we got in the hotel Teacher telling me, "Here, you will learn the meaning of peace, serenity, and patience..." and that was all.
I turned to my bag to find Lien standing in her bathing suit. She had a very pretty bathing suit. It was a honey colored bikini with a pretty red flower on the right strap. The top piece wrapped around her neck and around her back. The bottom piece was almost like a very mini skirt sort-of-thing. She had her hair in the usual pony-tail and had her green towel in her hand.
"You look wonderful Big Sister!" I complimented. She blushed and gave me a hug.
"Go change, I don't think there is anyone in the bathroom right now." She ordered.
I got my bathing suit and came out where pretty much everyone was ready. My bathing suit was like Lien's, expect mine was like a very light pink with a slightly darker pink flower on my left strap. It too wrapped around my neck and back. It too also had a skirt like bottom. I kept my hair out like I usually do. I took a look at everyone.
China's swimming shorts are red, with a giant yellow star on the right pant leg. He kept his hair in a ponytail.
Japan's was white with the red sun on the right pant leg.
South Korea's was like a swirling of red and blue and had black "tick marks" patterned around it.
Hong-Kong's was also red like China's but had a white flower instead of a yellow star.
We were off. Everyone had their towels and we we're off. I just hope we don't cause a scene there, South Korea already began to almost hit people and whack different doorways with the beach umbrella...oh no...