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Hello again! I'm sorry for the long wait! Thank you all or all the wonderful-amazing-fantastic reviews! Eeeee, they're all so wonderful! (Istilldon'tunderstandwhysomanybutwhatever)

Aaaaaaaaaaaaanyway, here is part two of the Chinese New Years! Also, MindMaster pointed out that it would be four months. I counted wrong, since July is only four days, not a month.

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(Alfred's POV-February13th-Four Months)

Sometimes, the American had to just sit back and admire the world. As beautiful as his own land was, there was always heartbreaking beauty at looking at other's land.

The world was painted in shades of red and gold, with a hundred-thousand people all dressed in crimson. Alfred plainly stuck out, of course. Despite the red hanfu he wore, Alfred couldn't help his blonde hair and blue eyes. Usually, in a land as ubiquitous and traditional as China, or even Japan, for that matter, he would be a reject. An alien. An outsider. With the history China had with Europeans, it was no surprise that his kind wasn't welcome.

"Toni's not an alien, he's my friend!"

Not today, though. He was smiled at by children, and he even ended up having to steal back his red bamboo umbrella from a girl who took it, ending with Yao smacking him over the head with it for "flirting with another girl".

(Of course, Yao had no idea that MeiMei, Im Yong Soo, and Kiku were listening. Kiku whipped out a pen from God-Knows-Where and began taking notes.)

After America got his customary whack-over-the-head-with-the-paddle from Vietnam and his Awesome Brofist from both Kiku and Im Yong Soo, the Asian Family and their plus-one went to watch the parade.

Yao couldn't help but laugh at the expression on the American's face as he watched the dragon dancers and lion dancers pass by; a million colours flying by in a dance worthy of the gods. Their bells rang in perfect harmony, forming a song made of a chorus of a million cheers, a hundred bells, and countless souls joyously singing in the new year. It was a time of magic, a time where everything was just so Right.

America couldn't help but reach over the edge of the streets, reaching his fingers out to touch one of the gods' servants, twirling and dancing, the silk whirling like wings around the dancer. The dancer was strangely beautiful, like nothing Alfred had ever seen before. He could not tell if it was a man or woman. The dancer's eyes were large, almost doll-like, and they shined like mirrors, reflecting the entirety of Alfred's features. The dancer paused, smiling at him. Alfred watched as the heavenly creature spun, switching between a god and human faster than the spinning silk. It wasn't a man or woman or even a human. It was a part of a whole, a dance, a breathing piece of culture and history.

Alfred turned back to the family, smiling, his breath caught in his throat. Meimei grabbed his hand and began dancing with him right there, and Alfred laughed, lost in the music and joy. He spun, magically able to dance without knowing the moves. He watched as Kiku smiled, and Alfred laughed when Kiku grabbed his hand and instead began dancing with Alfred in swing-style. Vietnam dropped her canoe paddle and laughed, turning to dance with Im Yong Soo, who, for once, resisted the urge to grope and instead enjoyed ringing in the new year.

Fireworks, sparkling like diamonds, shot into the air, raining colours and magic onto the parade. Hong Kong cheered as he watched, his eyes sparkling with the spell set over them all. China laughed and hugged him tight, and Hong Kong smiled with pure, rare joy. Paper lanterns floated into the sky, mingling with the stars, and dancing with the crimson banners. Yao turned to Alfred, his brown eyes glowing with pride. No matter how much time passed, no matter how much the world changed, this was still a time of magic, and celebrating the gods.

"You should come back next year, aru."

America smiled back, nodding happily.

He didn't even remember what his visit to China was for.

"Of course!"

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