"Panda? Where did you go, aru?" came China- Wang Yao-'s voice, as he called his panda for the fourth time. Expecting for the adorable creature to walk into his bedroom where he sat at any moment, China breathed in and out to calm himself.

"Calm down, Panda couldn't have gone too far," he kept repeating to himself as he walked through his unusually large house to search outside.

Taking a deep breath, as the weather was amazingly nice, Yao strode out the door, fiddling idly with his long sleeves and thinking of negative things that could have happened to Panda.

"What if that creep Russia stole him again?" he asked himself frantically, remembering that one time when Russia had dressed up as his Panda and taken the real one away. "Or what if that douche Britain fed him his gross scones?"

It was pretty obvious that China did not expect to find his beloved Panda with a girl.

"Panda!" yelled Yao in relief, spotting the small cub in the distance crawling toward a (brunette/blonde/redhead), whom was sitting on a brown bench, reading a book. Of course, considering that Yao was on the other side of the park, Panda didn't hear him calling and jumped onto the bench next to the girl, earning a surprised "Oh!".

Much to China's shock, the girl didn't try to shoo away Panda, but started to stroke his smooth fur, smiling warmly.

Yao could hear her talking as he walked over.

"You're so adorable! Do you not have an owner?" came her cooing voice as she ruffled Panda's fur.

"That would be me, aru," said Yao, arriving in front of the girl and making her jump.

"Oh! Alright then," she smiled, and Yao felt his stomach do an uncontrollable flip. "I'm (y/n), what's your name?"

"You can call me China," said China, puffing his chest out in pride, and returning her smile.

The two of them then chatted until (y/n) excused herself, saying that she needed to go home, but not before returning Panda and giving China her phone number.

***Timeskip***

It had been three or four months since (y/n) had met Yao, and they had become close friends. Often, they would go to Chinese restaurants together, though not on dates.

But sometimes, (y/n) wished they were.

The girl wasn't sure when, but now she knew for certain that she had fallen in love with China. And she hated herself for it.

I mean, how would the personification of the country China ever fall in love with someone like her? Sure, they were friends, but Yao could easily make someone better-looking than her fall easily into his arms.

So, she ignored her feelings toward the Chinese man, and prayed that they would go away someday.

Of course, she was already too far gone for that.

Every time they touched, or he smiled, her heart leaped and she flushed nervously, occasionally stumbling over her own words afterwards. That just made (y/n) even more sure of her massive crush.

So, she decided finally that it was time to confess. Not because she ever expected him to return her feelings, but because getting it out would mean that a huge weight would be lifted off her shoulders.

Even with with her newly found determination, (y/n)'s legs were still trembling as she stood on China's doorstep. She looked down self-consciously at her outfit. The girl had put together a nice-looking casual outfit; skinny denim jeans, a white tank top underneath a large translucent orange sweater and flip-flops.

'Come on (y/n),' she told herself. 'Get this over with, for goodness' sake!'

Somehow, (y/n) managed to knock on the door. In a few seconds China was there, in his usual Mandarin Jacket, with a confused look on his face.

"(Y/n)?" he asked, since she had never really gone to his house, as they usually met up somewhere instead. "What are you doing here?"

"I-I..." (y/n) internally punched herself for being such a coward. It didn't matter if he didn't like her back, all she wanted was to get the words out and move on!

"Are you okay? Your face is very pale, aru," asked a concerned China, as (y/n) fumbled for her words.

The girl took a deep breath, and braced herself for what she was about to say.

"I LOVE YOU!" she blurted out, perhaps too loudly, since China was a little startled by her words.

There was a really awkward silence in which (y/n) and Yao stared at each other, until Panda broke it.

"Tell her already!" said Panda, nudging him toward her. When nothing came out of China's mouth, he sighed impatiently.

"Tā ài nǐ, (y/n)" came Panda's impatient voice, this time shoving (y/n) at full force into Yao, causing her to fall on top of him.

They both flushed pink, before (y/n) pressed her lips softly to his, deepening the colour of his blush. Yao wrapped his arms around her, sitting up, before oxygen got the better of the two and they broke apart.

"Panda's right, (y/n). Wǒ ài nǐ," said China lovingly, kissing her once again.

"I love you too," she said.

~The rest is up to you~