I'm back! I'm back! I'm back! :D I've been thinking, I even reread SouthparkFirefly's beautiful Little Nations story again for the millionth time, but it was enough to determine me and plus I've been wanting to be more into Hetalia again! Or well, not force myself to be more into it again, but I want to finish this series, especially the Christmas one! And the 2P one I can knock out easily! But here I am, back again and...honestly finding it a little sad to think of putting work towards ending the series! It's weird to think about not using the children again but they'll always be my precious OC nuggets! :D But for now, here's a new chapter and I'll be back with more! So read on and enjoy! :D

Edit: This took longer to get out for I had a cat sleeping on my left wrist (he's too cute!) and I had to write slow as not to waken my furry baby haha! But I hope you guys liked the chapter and I'll be back with more! :D

"Xiong, where's Baba?" Looking over his shoulder Xiong looked at his younger brother, the eleven year old looking...angry for once and he blinked a couple of times staring at his younger brother before turning around in his chair beckoning his brother forward. "It's stupid, just because Baba is bickering with America I can't hang out with Jolene except for at school! It's stupid!"

He watched Chiyo's eyes flashing with his anger, his brown eyes livid for the first time that Xiong could remember other than one time when they were little and they'd punished him for something but Xiong couldn't recall what. While Xiong now kept his hair short, Chiyo was letting his hair grow out which caused him to have a bit of a ponytail that Xiong had wanted when they were growing up but one that Chiyo could get away with. "I'm sure Baba wouldn't be that petty or mean to not let you hang out with Jolene. Besides, I can see why school is the only time you can see her as it's a long time away from here to America."

"Ugh! You just don't get it!" Chiyo snapped at his brother flopping onto his bed with his arms splayed out and Xiong raised a brow at the younger's anger silently. "It's not that I have a crush on her or anything, which I don't!" Those words came flying out surprisingly fast and Xiong had to hold back his smirk. "But she's just fun to hang around with, you know? Guys and girls can be friends!"

"Well, that's how Uri and Ileana started out you know. Just friends, hanging out and swearing not to like each other, but now they're living in their own apartment and are in a pretty serious relationship. I think it's been, what, five years? Four? It's been a pretty long time. Maybe you and Jolene will turn out like that!" Xiong crossed his legs up off the floor and underneath him on the computer chair but smiled when his little brother glared at him with a blush on his face. "I'm just saying, if you did end up liking her down the road you'd be like our brother and his girlfriend."

"Funny how you regard him so kindly when you used to hate his guts when we were younger!" Chiyo sat up suddenly, his hair ruffled wildly and his gaze playful but scowling all the same as he crossed his own legs then leaned on the wall and sighed. "It's not fair! Baba only notices me when it comes to my hair, my grades and attendance to class and the rest of the time it's all about Aaliyah this, Aaliyah that. God, why does it even matter what I do anymore when we have a freaking five year old wonder child living with us."

"It's because she's the only girl, Chiyo. Baba and Okaa-san both had me and you, both boys in an all boy family and with Aaliyah she's the only girl in our family until Baba or Okaa-san want another baby if that will ever happen since they're getting a lot older than they were when they had the three of us." Xiong fought down a yawn when he spun in his chair turning to his computer saving his document before shoving away again stretching in his chair feeling his limbs and joints popping in response to the movement and he groaned loudly. "Come with me, you will get food if you do."

Like a dog, Chiyo jumped to his feet following Xiong out into the hallway with the older laughing as his brother followed hot on his heels like a shark following a school of fish intently. "So do you have one?" When Xiong looked over his shoulder Chiyo smirked deviously while wiggling his dark brows best as possible which wasn't good so it looked like his eyebrows were spazzing out. "A crush. "

Xiong felt his face burning when he straightened his head speeding up his steps when Chiyo began scoffing happily behind him while jumping few times as they thumped down the steps. "Shut up, Chiyo! You don't even know what you're talking about or guessing at!" He snapped the words but his little brother was crowing so happily, like a brown little bird excitedly. His face was hot as they entered the kitchen, him rushing to the cabinet grabbing some instant ramen while Chiyo grinned brilliantly and, fate have it horribly, their mother walked in smiling at the scene before him.

"What's going on here?" Japan questioned curiously, his brown eyes flicking between Chiyo and Xiong curiously, easy to see where he got his own patience from when it came to the suddenness of his little brother. Their mother, the personification of Japan, was honestly the best mother one boy could be granted and Xiong could see himself becoming more like their mother every day despite their coloring and he wanted to be like his mother. To be calm, rational, and everything that was peaceful about the man he came from, after all, what was there that one wouldn't want to model themselves after when it came to his other nowadays?

"Xiong has a crush!" Chiyo blurted the words out, seeing to be over his anger of not being able to see Jolene, and his eyes danced mischievously as they met Japan's now surprised ones when an almost sad but beautiful smile curled over their mother's lips. "He won't tell me who it is but I have a pretty good idea on who it is! Cause Astrid and Tatiana are together, that whole drama with Liam, Cristiano and Austynn is going on, there's really only a handful of fourteen year old's Xiong's age after all! So I kind of narrowed it down and I think it's Darius Braginsky!"

Xiong gripped the cup of instant noodles so hard his fingers ripped the Styrofoam as his face flared hotly and his head whipped towards his little brother with all traces of fondness for him evaporating. "It is not Darius!" He shouted hating the way his voice cracked on Darius' name almost guiltily making Chiyo's grin spread wider on his face as he began to dance in place like he was a celebrating bird now. It irritated Xiong to no end and then he heard his mother's own delighted little chuckle and he turned facing his mother feeling his face burn as only an embarrassed outing of a crush in front of ones mother could burn. "It's not, Okaa-san! It's not!"

"It soooo is! It is, it is, it is! He's just embarrassed, Māmā!" He crowed so happily that it took Xiong everything not to throw the item in his hand at his brother's stupid gloating head and he rushed around the table hiding himself against Japan. "See how red his face is, Māmā? He so has a crush on Darius! I thought they were flirty the other day, when I saw him talking to Darius in the library! They were smiling and his face was red, he was joking and laughing and they were standing really close together!"

"Shut up!" Xiong hated how his voice cracked with his shout at his brother but his face was so hot he swore he could make water boil and he was mortified beyond belief right then and he threw the cup of noodles in the trash since the cup itself was pretty much destroyed and he wasn't hungry anymore. In fact, he felt like the moment he and his brother got alone he was going to tear his little brother limb from limb when he got the chance. Chiyo wasn't wrong though, he did like Darius as the boy was really nice and he was really pretty with his pale skin from the snowy conditions of Russia's lands, his brown hair that resembled chocolate more often than not and his violet eyes were all really pretty. He'd been working with Darius lately on group projects and they found they had a lot in common so it led to a rather unlikely friendship but Xiong was developing feelings for the boy. He just didn't want them outed to his mother of all people. "Chiyo likes Jolene!"

"I do not!" Chiyo's voice rose to an outraged shout again his own face turning red when he looked up at Japan. "Māmā, boys and girls can be friends, right? It's fine for me to be friends with Jolene without wanting to go out with her right?" Xiong didn't listen to their mother's assurances for brown eyes locked onto golden browns, both boys vowing silently the moment their mother left and they were upstairs the fight was most definitely on. He shot a smirk, a cocky one he knew it, at his little brother who narrowed his eyes at and shot with a challenging smirk himself. Oh, it was so on!

Xiong didn't know what it was, at first, that was shoving him and calling his name as he clung desperately to a dream that may or may not have involved a brunette with very pretty violet eyes, when his face was burning and he was crying out only to have hands slapping over his face hushing him. He looked up to find large brown eyes, panicked even, staring at him along with another pair of golden brown eyes staring at him with the same panic edge to them making him blink at the sight of his younger siblings when he pushed the hand off his mouth and sat up groaning. "What? What is it?"

"I wet the bed again, Onii-chan." Aaliyah's voice was soft, almost a keen in the darkness when he swung his legs over the side of the bed groaning while rubbing his hands over his face roughly to try and wake himself up. The overhead light flickered on making him cringe but able to see the clock on the wall only to curse under his breath which ended in a sigh as he rubbed the heels of his hands into his eyes again. "I didn't drink anything before bed, just like Baba said!"

"It's fine, Aaliyah. Why don't you go pick new pajama's and I'll be in to take your sheets off your bed to put in the washer and I'll get out the futon mattress for you to sleep on tonight, okay?" The five year old nodded turning on her heel rushing out of the room, her long dark brown locks of hair swaying with her quick movements as she rushed down the hall to her bedroom and he then looked at his brother. "And what the hell do you want at two thirty in the morning? We have school in like four hours."

"Um, I didn't wet the bed or anything." What a weird way to start a conversation and Xiong raised a brow at his brother noticing his cheeks beginning to turn a brilliant red when he fidgeted like he couldn't stand to stay still. "Er, it was weird. I can't even remember my dream but when I woke up I was sweating really bad but my sheets were wet but it was...sticky. It worried me, so I changed my clothes and that's when Aaliyah came in my room crying cause she wet the bed."

Xiong felt his own face turning red when he moved his hand through his hair groaning softly then letting his head hand forward staring at his lap wondering if he should wake their father up and have Chiyo talk to him. After all, when he had the same incident happen his father was still up and confronted the eleven year old on why he was bringing all his blankets down to the washer and it just lead to a rather simple conversation between the both of them. "Okay. Okay, go get your blankets off your bed while I get Aaliyah's off and we'll all go downstairs, okay?"

"Okay." Chiyo walked out of the room similar to the way Aaliyah had and Xiong groaned to himself swaying backwards on the bed letting himself flop backwards covering his face with his hands wondering why he was the one who felt ten times amount of embarrassment for his little brother. He'd gone through the same thing! Of course, he didn't expect his little brother to be waking him up at two thirty in the morning over the situation and especially when he'd been having his own rather nice dream involving the Russian-Lithuanian boy just some odd hours away no doubt.

Laying around thinking of his stupid little crush on Darius, shoving it away for another time to obsess over, he stood up walking out of his room into the rather dark room save for the doorway of light from his room and he walked down the room to his sister's. Aaliyah's room wasn't painted in the traditional pink or purple that most little girls liked, her room was painted a soft mint color while her carpet was a soft brown color, her bed frame a glistening gold and her bed sheets were the same mint green as the rest of her walls almost like a theme tied together elegantly. When he entered her room she was struggling to get a nightdress over her head making him grin and walk over, grabbing the hem and pulling it down allowing her head to pop out of the collar and she giggled joyfully in response and she then wiggled to get her other arm through the whole. She grinned happily afterwards when he then walked over to her small bed and pulled the soaked sheets off of her bed and wrapped them up in a way that the wet centers were tucked inside and he could hold them safely. He walked out of her room with Chiyo exiting his room with his own bundled bed sheets in his arms, all three siblings sharing a little nod before the proceeded to walk down the hall quietly and the two younger following Xiong's foot steps on the stairs as they walked down the hall through the kitchen to the bathroom, pushing it open and opening the washer and unwinding then putting them evenly into the washer, grabbing the detergent and putting it in. Turning the knobs he listened to the water filling the drum of the washer and took Chiyo's blankets.

"These'll go in afterwards. I'll put them in the basket, so I can switch it all over so you guys can get your sheets in an hour or so." Xiong heard the fatigue in his tone as he spoke, his brother appearing just as embarrassed and sheepish as Aaliyah surprisingly. "Come on, Aaliyah, the least I can do is give you the futon mattress in my room. Let's head up to bed." She nodded then taking his hand and he flicked the light off walking them back on the path they took as silently as possible while Aaliyah clung to his hand tightly and, because their parents room was on the first floor, it made it ten times more nerve wracking when they got to the stairs but it turned out it didn't have too.

The light flicked on and Xiong froze along with his younger siblings, looking over his shoulder to find their father standing there like it was absolutely casual to be up at two thirty something in the morning, maybe two forty. "What are you three doing up -aru? It's much to early for young ones such as yourselves to be up so early, the sun isn't even up!" Their father, the personification of China, let his golden brown eyes flick between the three of them and raise his dark brow upwards. "Well? Is there something I should know about -aru?"

He knew Aaliyah didn't want him knowing she wet the bed and, with an almost sympathetic look to Chiyo who looked at him curiously, Xiong took a large breath through his nose while pressing Aaliyah against his side making sure to cup her other ear and looked at their father. "Aaliyah had a bad dream and woke up crying about it and Chiyo had his first, er, wet dream and his sheets were all sticky." Chiyo's face had never turned red faster and shoved weakly at Xiong screeching wordlessly but also quietly like he could barely get air into his tight lungs.

"What the hell, Xiong!" Chiyo screeched the words which seemed loud in the early morning atmosphere and China raised a brow looking at his youngest son who was such a bright red it was almost funny had he not looked so upset over it. "Baba, I swear I didn't-Xiong is just- God!" He covered his red face when he struggled for words and took deep breathes like he couldn't breath with all the embarrassment resting on him right then, like puberty was such a huge ordeal and was currently beating him down. China sighed while Aaliyah looked between her brother's red face, at their father's face, then up at his own with curiosity in her golden brown eyes when he removed his hand from her ear and Chiyo glared at him through his fingers. "I hate you so much!"

"It's fine, -aru. Come with me, Chiyo, let's go have a talk on the back porch, okay?" He then looked at Aaliyah and smiled softly reaching out brushing his fingers against her cheek and she beamed. "And you, kě'ài, can go sleep with me and Okaa-san tonight, okay?" Aaliyah beamed brightly like she got just what she wanted and, squeezing Xiong's fingers, let go of his hand and ran down the hall towards her parents room in a blur of color and China turned his attention to Xiong. "And you, head back to bed -aru. Russia said Uri would be bringing Darius with him today after school for Darius wanted to work on some school project -aru."

Xiong fought to keep the blush and the silly smile off of his face at the prospect of Darius coming over and spending time with the Braginsky boy but he managed to keep both reactions off his face and nodded. He then walked up the stairs while his father disappeared with Chiyo who shot Xiong one final glare of mortification before disappearing out of sight and Xiong climbed up the stairs walking down the now silent hallway, popping into his siblings rooms to turn their lights off before entering his own bedroom, flicking the light off and walked to his bed climbing into it. The clock ticked closer to three a.m and he was never more wired up at the prospect of spending the day with Darius and it made his cheeks warm up when he considered this and he turned his face into the pillow beneath his head grinning like a fool. He knew that if Darius came over he might bring his younger brother Viktor with him but then Aaliyah would have someone to play with and wouldn't be hanging around the boys all day and he could see the perfect day stretching before him. Much like Chiyo and Jolene, Viktor's beige/brown hair and his green eyes contrasted beautifully with his younger sister's long dark brown hair and her large golden brown eyes, they were a contrast that was eye catching and rather beautiful at the same time.

Aaliyah loved it when Viktor came over, the two strangely inseparable when the time came for him to leave and yet it was always adorable to see his little sister looking up to the six year old boy in that idolizing way of hers. It was the same way she stared at himself and at Chiyo when they helped her figure something out that worked beautifully in he end and it made her happy. He smiled rubbing his eyes with a yawn slipping out of his lips when he did so and he stretched his arms and legs feeling them tremble softly in response, sinking into the mattress he couldn't wait for school to be over already just so he could spend some time with Darius. He thought for a moment, feeling his cheeks burn again as he realized his crush may be a bit more serious than he originally thought it to be.