AN: Does Norway have a human name yet? Because if he doesn't, I nominate it to be Jorgen. His 2P counterpart can be Johan.
I thought of this, as you can see.
I'd like to apologize to Destiny Conway 1. I didn't notice that FF cut your name out until today. Sorry!
Also, I'd like to thank all the people that have read, and will now.
China sat back on his couch, staring up at the ceiling. He had to admit that he was worried about Beijing. Japan was a good person, he knew that, but still… he had to worry.
A knock on the door caused China to stand up and walk over to answer it. When he opened it, he was surprised to see Tokyo standing there, looking crestfallen.
"Hi, Mister China!" she greeted, giving him a smile, which didn't look like it did everyday. "I need you to date me."
He raised an eyebrow. "Why, aru?"
"Because it's the only way to get back at Beijing for stealing my Oniisan!" Tokyo yelled suddenly, scaring him. "She stole my brother, so I need to steal hers - which is you! So, please date me, Mister China! I'll call you my new Oniisan if you do it!"
While the idea was tempting (the whole big brother thing, not dating her), China knew better. This was the time when he had to invite Tokyo in and give her a life lesson, like big brothers do. And since Japan was currently busy, this was his chance.
He wrapped his arms around Tokyo's shoulders and guided her inside. "I'm going to help you."
"You'll date me?!" she asked excitedly.
"No, I'm not going to date you, aru." He sat her on his couch. "How about we talk about this over some tea? Since Beijing isn't here, I'll have to make it myself, so sit tight."
When China and Tokyo both had their cups of tea, he turned to her and asked, "What seems to be the problem? Why are you so angry about the fact Beijing has taken a liking to Japan?"
"Well, it's just wrong, you know?" Tokyo said, glancing around the room. "I mean, a Capital can't date anyone, especially not a Country. I don't want her to be hurt in the end, so why elongate it, right?" She twirled a strand of black hair around her finger.
China instantly knew that she was lying. Not looking in his eyes, trying to distract herself by playing with her hair; all signs. And he said so.
"I'm not lying!" she argued, glaring at him. Scratching her nose, she said, "I really do care about Beijing and Japan, so just leave it at that, okay?"
"If you weren't lying, you would be looking me in the eye."
"…fine. I'm lying. How'd you find out?"
"When you're my age, you learn a lot of things, aru."
They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes. Then, Tokyo broke the serene silence when she set her cup on the table with a silent clank.
"I'm jealous," she muttered.
Those words hit China like a pound of bricks. How could she be jealous of Beijing? She practically kept a leash around Japan, so was she angry about the fact that someone took him away from her? Or maybe she just didn't even like Beijing? Or maybe it was awkward that someone wanted to date her brother?
Being a big brother was hard.
"Why, though, aru?" China asked, setting his tea on the table.
"She has a much better relationship with him!" she complained. "He's my brother, so why can she do all those things with him, huh? How come he goes out in public with her and how come he does nice things for her and how come he trusts her and how come she can stand so close to him?! It's not fair! Not fair, not fair, not fair, not fair!"
At this point, Tokyo had tears streaming down her cheeks and she was hiccupping badly. China awkwardly patted her shoulder.
Then, she wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her wet face into his chest. He rubbed her back and looked around, as if looking for an escape from this… weird predicament he found himself in.
"Uh," he started, "I'm sure Japan doesn't like Beijing more than he likes you. You're his Capital, so it's obvious that he'll, uh, love you more?"
Exactly, what was he doing? Trying to cheer her up?
Tokyo sniffled, and looked up. Her dark eyes were rimmed with tears and her usually pale complexion was red. "R-Really?"
China smiled. "Yes. I'm sure of it. It's going to be alright, aru."
"Okay." Tokyo smiled back at him.
Well, I'll be damned. It actually worked.
"I had a nice time tonight, Mister Japan."
"So did I, Beijing-san."
Beijing and Japan stood three feet away from China's door. From here, they could hear the debate he and Tokyo were having about the difference between the colour yellow and golden. He seemed to think they were different, and she thought they were the same thing.
Beijing laughed. "You know, I didn't write about you in my diary."
"I know that," he said. "Who did you write about?"
"I'd like to tell you, but I can't. I hope you don't mind, but I can keep secrets, too."
"It's okay. That's what diaries are for, correct? To keep your innermost thoughts and secrets private, and to stay private."
"Right." Beijing turned to him. "Well, I can walk myself to my house. I'll send Tokyo out so you can drive her home. Is that okay?"
"Yes," Japan replied.
She bowed slightly. "Thank you for the wonderful evening."
Beijing turned and walked to her house. Oh, yes, she didn't write about Mister Japan - she wasn't that stupid. No, she changed the person's dialogue in the event that someone did end up in possession of her diary.
Now, who did she write about?
Me, the narrator, would like to tell you, but I can't. Actually, I can, but I prefer to watch people suffer and make up theories. Yay annoying narrators~!
