AN: I should just change my update day to Monday, Jesus grits.

Sorry for not updating yesterday, my sister came home from surgery yesterday and I was very happy about that. :D

Anyway, yes, Beijing has a series of chapters. We will finish that, do another thing with Tokyo's documentary, finish the Peloponnesian War, and then it's back to your regularly scheduled programming. :D

China sat on his couch, a cup of herbal tea in hand. At this time of the mornings, he expected Beijing to already be awake with both of their drinks ready. He wasn't worried about it, though. She was strong enough to be able to handle her own problems, big or small-

Suddenly, a scream shook the entire house. He knew instantly who it was.

He set the tea on the table (he wasn't going to mess up his couch, even if it was a burglar or Moscow), and ran as fast as he could to Beijing's bedroom. He pushed open the door and looked for signs of blood, a struggle, fingerprints, glass…

But that wasn't the case.

Beijing was alright, albeit looking a little worried. Her room was a different story; it looked like a tornado had passed through. Paintings were off the wall, her bed was lopsided, her sheets were thrown across the room, her closet was bare with all the clothes on the floor, her books were all piled on top of the said clothes, and right now, she was looking at every single cover like her life depended on it.

"Beijing! What's wrong?" China asked. She looked up.

"Oh, s-sorry, Mister C-China!" she stuttered. "N-Nothing is wrong! I'm f-fine! Um, you c-can go b-back downstairs, I'll b-be there in a m-minute to make some b-breakfast!" She gave him her best smile.

Shrugging, China turned around and headed back to where he was. Beijing waited a few moments before sighing. Where had her diary gone?

"Beiji-chan's diary?"

"Berlin, why do you have that?"

"Hey! I'm the only one allowed to snoop through my wife's stuff!"

"She isn't even your wife."

"Shut up, dumb blonde!"

"I thought that was my nickname."

"Ve~ I thought I had the dumb girl nickname!"

Berlin slammed the book on the table, making everyone become quiet. She opened the cover page, and started to flip through it, explaining exactly why they were there.

"You see," she said, "Hanoi hired us to look through Beijing's diary and figure out who she… um… longs for."

"Huh?" Washington asked.

"Who captivates her life?"

Paris shook her head.

"Who makes her feel like she's floating?"

"You're going to have to be more specific," Moscow told Berlin.

"Oh, for crying out loud, she means to say we're supposed to find who Beijing likes!" London yelled.

"Oh," the others said in understanding. London face-palmed.

Berlin kept flipping the pages. "Anyway, Hanoi said that Beijing seems a little sad nowadays, with all of the Asian Capitals and Countries all grown up now and the fact that Moscow has been stalking her none-stop."

"Hey!"

"So, basically, we have to find someone who would be willing to go on a date with Miss I'm-So-Innocent?" Paris asked. "That will be kind of hard. Beijing's a nice girl, so she's venerable to sadistic men, or women, we don't know her preferences and I'm a no-judging kind of person when it comes to love."

"Exactly!" Moscow exclaimed. "Me and Li-Li are perfect for each other! She loves me and I love her and like hell I'm going to let someone go on a date with her!"

"Why'd we invite her again?" London asked.

"Hanoi said to have Moscow here so that she will finally understand Beijing doesn't like her that way… or at all," Berlin explained.

"Ve~ I think a nice, calm person would work well with her!" Venice said happily. "Someone who likes tea, and flowers, and sticking to their culture like their life depends on it!"

"Oh, and someone who is kind of quiet and won't boss her around!" Tokyo added. "Beiji-chan deserves someone who will listen to her opinion! I know that when she raised me and Oniisan, no one really listened to her."

"Aha! I found it!" Berlin exclaimed. She began to read the passage.

Oh, my heart flutters like that of a butterfly's wings! Diary, do you know what happened today? Only the best thing that could ever have happened to me!
Today, diary, I was at the Capital Conference, waiting in the hall for it to begin. You know, the same one with all the Countries and such? The one where Taipei and Hong Kong kissed each other on a dare and Tokyo had a major nosebleed? Yes, that one.

Everyone turned to look at Tokyo, who was beet red.

Well, I was sick today, and Mister China wanted me to stay home. I declined, however; it is my job as a Capital to be there to help the world, and a little sniffling and coughing wasn't going to stop me.

"So that's how I got sick!" Washington exclaimed. "I thought it was because I accidentally ate British food."

"…thanks, Washington," London said, crossing her arms and pouting like a little kid.

Me and Mister China made a compromise; I would bring a handkerchief - the tissues at the meetings are non existent, as according to those money-savers in the world (like Mister China), they cost too much - to blow my nose in, as it was very messy to just sneeze into my arm or hands.

Now, I wasn't sneezing that bad nor did I have to blow my nose, and because my traditional outfit unfortunately doesn't have pockets, I just held my handkerchief in my hand. Venice-

"Ve~ It's me!" she cheered.

-being the annoying Capital she is-

"That's mean!" she complained.

-ran into me. I didn't fall over, but my handkerchief was sent flying into the air. I ran after it.

"That day, I thought she was being chased by Moscow," Paris said.

"So did I!" Moscow exclaimed. "Well, not by me, but by the thought of me. Oh, I love it when people run away~! It makes it all that much more fun to catch them~!"

On it flew, until finally… he caught it.

He caught it, in his perfect, porcelain hand. Then, it seemed as time had stopped. Just like in those romantic Animes Tokyo likes to watch, everything got pink and sparkly and wind came out of no where, even though we were inside. It was probably due to the air conditioner, and it was very cold. I need to go complain about that.

Oh, and do you know what he said diary?

Are you prepared?

He said… he said…

Okay, this is what he said;

"You should be more careful, Beijing-san."

Everyone in the room gasped. Except for Washington, as she was staring off into space with a dazed expression.

"Beijing…" Moscow wheezed, like she had been shot.

"Has a crush…" Paris continued, almost fainting.

"On my brother?!" Tokyo practically screamed.