Hey everyone, I'm here! How y'all doing?

I don't own Hetalia, unfortunately.

But I am happy anyway, because now when we do the thing in class where people may choose come and read the stories they wrote, a few people actually requested that I come up and read…

I'm flattered, classmates! Thank you!

But there are no requests for this being taken. Sorry!

All right! Frost687, here is your story:

France was the first nation to style China's hair; before, China had always worn his hair down. He had decided on a simple ponytail, brushed over the nation's shoulder. China has kept the same hairstyle ever since."

"Hello! Welcome to Constantinople!" Rome shouted over the flood of countries looking for a trade. Today, a few tiny countries tagged along with parents and older siblings.

"Hey, it's the British bunch! Hello Britannia, Scotland, Wales, Ireland twins, England…" Rome fondly greeted all of the people coming through.

"How do you do?" Gaul asked in her soft, accented dialect. A boy who looked to be six or seven clung to her leg.

"Fine, thank you, Miss Gaul. Oh, and who is this?"

"France, say hello…"

The African nations rode up, yanking off hoods and dusting sand off their clothes. "Hello Mr. Rome," they said, smiling.

As always, the one teen with jet-black hair- Rome still wasn't quite sure if perhaps he used a powder or dye- walked in with a load of silk. He greeted the countries with a phrase they now knew was a greeting, his voice rising and falling musically.

"I have silk! Silk today! You cannot find better cloth!"

Countries milled about, children scampered around and inspecting what customs and trades might one day be theirs. Little France found himself in front of China's setup of silks, entranced by their pretty colors.

"They are good cloths, you can make expensive clothes out of them," China commented, leaning against the pillar nearby.

"Hello, Mr. China," France said a bit shyly. He had never seen a person who looked like that before.

"Hello. Who are you, little one?"

"I'm France, Gaul's son!"

"Nice to meet you."

"You too, Mr. China. Hey, what kind of powder is on your hair?"

China frowned, suspecting he mistranslated. "I'm sorry, what was that?"

"What powder is on your hair? It's a pretty shade."

China smiled. "My hair is naturally black, just like yours is blonde and Britannia's sons' is red."

"May I touch your hair?"

China laughed and sat down so the little child could play with his hair.

France realized that China's hair was probably getting in his way, but China didn't realize he could tie it back. He stuck his hand in his pocket, and sure enough, there was a hairtie.

China blinked when he felt his hair being pulled back. There was the sound of something shuffling against his hair, and then France took his hands away and left China's hair in a ponytail.

"What did you do?"

"It's in a ponytail now, Mr. China! Your hair will stay out of your way now!"

China ran his hand over his hair. "Oh! Thank you, France!"

France opened his mouth to reply, but Gaul appeared. "There you are, France, come on, let's go! Goodbye, China!"

"Bye!" China replied, running his hand once more over his hair, and thinking, "This is a reason why I put up with smelly Westerners…"

The end!

China's supposed to be a bit of an introvert, like, nothing but invaders and me over here! Also, even though he's teenaged and the rest of the countries around him are adults, they also know he's technically older than them and they are like equals.

Why is China teenaged? Because. It sounded better in the story.

I hope you liked it, Frost687!

~EverythingMath