It seemed like reviews are like cocaine, very addictive. I am writing in super speed because of the reviews (did anybody realized I posted the whole four chapters in a day… ok, two days?).

This might not be all cracks and fluffy (you know me; I specialized in tragedy XD) but I will be making the humour peeking out in every possible way and you can squeeze fluff from every corner. I just read a very good novel called 'How to Kill Your Husband', and believe me, I haven't stop laughing until page 105 (now).

All Thank you to my BETA DEar (honey, darling) XxBlkdragonxX San~!!!! Wohoooo~!!!! XDD

The chef was practically sobbing when he saw the empty tray.

"Young master ate everything!"

China smiled, basking himself in a small feeling of self satisfaction. He knew how good it was when the food you cooked was appreciated. The satisfaction was comparable to something like, winning a Nobel Prize; the feeling that you were actually needed by someone and useful to them was the best feeling for China. If only the spoiled young master could see the joy in the chef's eyes, he would understand. Should understand.

Rich people wouldn't understand the simple happiness achieved by sharing some warmth. Because all of them had heaters to warm themselves up individually. That's why he hates the rich, spoiled brats with a passion.

Leaving the sobbing chef alone, he proceeded to his own small apartment. It was a rough day, being unable to hit a specific person when it as the only thing he wanted to do in the whole world. It made him feel like he achieved nothing for the day. He would be glad to receive a battered Russia for Christmas. Talking about Christmas, it seemed like it was long time ago since small Japan smiled beside him, thanking him for a new muffler.

He pulled off his dress; that weird costume stuck by his head. He hated the way it restrained his mobility (It did. Refraining him from running away when Russia caught his hips) and made him feel ridiculously weak. He wasn't a weak man; he was a strong adult. He had been protecting his little brother since he was 15.

China sighed as he closed the maid room. Some other maids were still chatting through their process of changing clothes; which frankly, was taking more time than baking a tray of muffins. He left, staring at the sky. Japan wasn't here, he was somewhere else in the globe, smacking down some Greek in bed.

He wished Japan was here, yet he also envy Japan for being the first of them to find true love.

Sappy, huh? China muttered to himself, walking through the insanely long garden path to the back gate exit.

He hated a lot of stuff with a passion, but he hated loneliness the most.

******

China knocked on the heavy door three times.

Yet the door failed to open, and no response could be heard from inside. Still sleeping, huh, aru? China mocked the Russian in his chest before he opened the door with the spare keys he obtained illegally from the main control room. Who did he think he was?

It was 8.45 in the morning. In China's agenda, Russia had slept way beyond the bell. China sighed, thinking along the lines of how come people who wake up late are the people who get most money by the end of the day? It doesn't make sense. China smirked. He would make the young master wake up no matter what. He would do everything he could to make sure the (lazy) young master was ready by 9.30.

The room was dark; the heavy curtains still protecting the room from UV light. China actually wondered how he could sense the sunlight yesterday, with the curtains that thick; did he have some kind of natural radar or something? And yes, the trail of thought brought him to the fact that they had … (maybe)… sex; yesterday.

Holy cow.

He is not a gay, for one thing. And he didn't remember anything. He just remembered he was drinking lots and lots of vodka. Yes, that devils' beverage. Judging from their size, he would be the one bottoming, which meant the Russian had taken his ass.

Holy sheep.

The more he thought about it, the more passionate he became in making any kind of visible scar on the man's face. He yanked the curtains apart (almost broke it; luckily it didn't) and slid the glass window open. The morning rays brightly shone upon the dark room. China smiled satisfactorily and went to the bed.

The Russian was still blissfully sleeping beneath the covers. China looked for a second, to find that the man actually quite… attractive. He diminished the thought quickly and yanked the bedcover, with Russia on it.

He had hoped the cover will move easily; however, as well fed and big boned Russia was, he was heavy enough to make the cover stay under him. China blushed at his initial failure, but he is a never give up! Person and tried again.

He pulled the cover (painfully) and in the end, succeeded in bringing the cover down. Russia was pulled along and he fell to the carpeted floor. China smirked, thinking that the man should have woken up by now. Yet, again, he was wrong.

Apparently the floor was better than the bed. Russia snuggled into the smooth carpet and enjoyed his sleep. China, upon realizing his failure, lost his temper.

With a (very passionate) feet, he kicked the Russian.

" WAAAAAAAAAAAA KEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP, aru."

"AAAAAAA!?" Russia mumbled, waking up straight away when he heard the sound system. China sounded like an emergency alarm. Loud and screechy enough to tear your eardrums. Russia rubbed his eyes, moaning.

"What happened, da? .... Oh you."

"Yes, it's me aru." China smiled politely. "Good morning, young master. It's time for you to have your bath and breakfast, aru."

"I want breakfast in bed, da."

"No freakin' way aru." China smiled politely while making the bed. "Get your ass moving now and shave."

"Eh? I am your master, you know."

"Yes, master; I know it very well aru. That's why I have already prepared the bath, young master. I have also prepared your favourite towel and since I am new, I didn't know what clothes you use. I saw that it would be better if you chose your own outfit for today. And it would be great if young master can purchase an alarm for morning bell, aru. For your convenience, I have already told the chef that you will eat your breakfast in 9.30 am, so get moving, aru."

Russia was silenced by the short speech China gave. He muttered softly, "… Yao Yao so fuss…"

"What, aru?" China smiled while pressuring his tone.

"I will take a bath." Russia obediently answered, rising up from the floor.

"Good, aru."

"So…?"

"So what, aru?"

"Would you take a bath with me or what?" Russia smirked.

China groaned loudly, "YOU!!!!" He walked out of the room, banging the door behind him. Holy monkey. Why does he have to work with such a perverted, insane, bloody attractive, stupid, spoiled, rich brat?

China realized he called the man attractive, but he decided to forget the matter as he proceeded to the dining hall, waiting for his lovely young master to come.

******

"Yao, young master called you." The earphone spoke loudly in his eardrum. Yao hissed and sighed. He had been waiting for the young master to come out and have breakfast by the dining hall; but it seemed like the young master had drown himself in some kind of quicksand. Maybe he did, being flushed away into the sewage.

If he wanted to see me, then he should come by himself. China was whispering to himself when suddenly the door opened and the young master revealed in (China didn't want to admit further) attractive clothes.

Russia looked like he was relieved. "Oh, you are here, da. You didn't specify which dining hall, so I went around searching, da."

"Eh? Are there other dining halls in the mansion, aru?"

"Yes, there are … six, I think. You should specify one, since I wasn't really keen on searching like this. Anyway… where's breakfast? I am starving, da."

"H..here is the breakfast, aru." China mumbled, feeling a bit guilty. It wasn't like Russia was too lazy to move his ass from the damn room; it was his fault not specifying which room Russia was supposed to be in. "It's… freshly baked bread and egg Benedict; beacons and bean, also some vodka coffee aru."

"Wow. Thank you, da? You know I would like a touch of vodka every morning."

"E…really, aru…?" China answered weakly, torn between a bit of happiness in knowing another simple fact about the spoiled prince and worry of Russia breaking himself down with the alcohol he drinks. He drinks like he breathes. Not that China cared too much, though…

"…. Hmm… why are you here, da?"

"Of course I am here because I am attending you, young master. I need to look after your needs, aru."

"But you haven't changed clothes… don't tell me you want to parade out like that? In a maid uniform?"

"Eh?"

"Not that I mind, though." Russia continued to chew his bacon when China was busy thinking about what he meant.

Russia sighed, "You forgot da? You are supposed to go with me to the city. The reward, remember?"

"Ah!" China clumped his fist onto his other palm. "Yes, that thing, aru."

"So move and change, da? Or you want to stay cross dressed like that? I would love to dress you up in female clothing if that's your hobby, da?" Russia smirked. "You woke me up so early but now you forgot already…"

China scowled. "You are still bearing a grudge about me waking you up so early, hn, young master?"

"No!" Russia answered childishly, while actually pouting his cheek and looking away. "I am not! So hurry up and get dressed, da?"

"… Yes, aru."

"I'll be waiting in front of the garage."

Iyeeeei~! wait for the fashion report on what Yao and Ivan wear~!

How many people realized the kinds of animals appear in this chapter? LOl!

I am hungry.

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