A/N: I was dutiful and got and inspiration + I already had quite clear idea for this. So I wrote this up! You are welcome. But to be honest I have no idea about the continuation pace... Hmm...

Anyways now you shall meet Miyako and Mariko again. And Mariko is lost. I know I just used the 'looking for a sibling idea' in the previous chapter too but this one was in my mind before that one. About Mariko's "ane-chan"... she has simply watched too much tv, say I. Ane-san is used among some gangs/yakuza to refer an older/more experienced female member and means "sister". The masculine version of this word is "aniki" which is seen sometimes been used by to refer Japan. And the "-chan" suffix is just because Mariko is Mariko and I don't really think that she'd call her sister "-san".

But now to the chapter itself. :)

"Ane-chan"

Okay, it was official now. Miyako hated department stores. Especially large ones. Especially when she had to babysit Mariko. AND especially now when she had managed to lose the girl. The eight-year-old Japanese girl sighed. Why her? What had she done to deserve this torture?

"Riko-chan! Mariko! Where are you?" The girl called into the masses of people. No answer. There was too much noise.

"Ane-chan! Ane-chan, where are you?" Mariko tried her best so she wouldn't cry. She was taught not to panic and she greatly admired her ane-chan Miyako who kept her emotions to herself. But now she was all alone somewhere she didn't know where and her ane-chan was nowhere to be seen.

"Ane-chaaaaan!" Mariko had only gone to watch the toys in the nearby stand while ane-chan had been buying ice cream for them. And the four-year-old might have wandered away when seen colorful balloons in distance. But she had gone back and ane-chan had disappeared!

The little girl sat on a chair of a little tea and coffee place. She sniffed a couple of times before wiping her nose to her shirtsleeve. The shirt was Miyako's old and had a bit too long sleeves but Mariko didn't care. When she wore it she felt really big and great. Just like her ane-chan was! But now the sleeves had unrolled from the folds they had been and Mariko couldn't roll them on her own.

"Da-ze! You belong to me now!" Someone lifted Mariko in the air suddenly. The girl squeaked in surprise and looked at the person holding her in the air. A young man with a funny curl that had a face in the middle. That was what Mariko noticed first. Then she noticed his long sleeves and bright smile.

"Do you feel better now?" The man asked. Mariko nodded. "Good, what was wrong earlier? Little girls like you shouldn't be alone like that and crying."

"I lost my ane-chan…" Mariko mumbled and the man lowered her so she was on the level of his chest.

"What is your name, kiddo?"

"Watanabe Mariko."

"Nice to meet you Mariko. I'm Im Yong Soo."

"Mariko! Mariko!" Miyako was breathing heavily. After shouting for a good ten minutes at least she was pretty much out of breath. She knew she was by now at the other end of the department store and even in a different floor but she couldn't be too sure how far Mariko had wandered off. Had the girl even noticed that she was lost? This was the first time Mariko had vanished out of sight like this so Miyako had no idea how the little girl would behave. The eight-year-old in the other had started panicking now. What would she tell her parents? What if something bad had happened to Mariko?

"Riko-chan! Where are you?!"

"Can I help you, ojou-san?" A hand was placed on Miyako's shoulder.

"Yips!" She almost jumped but managed to maintain her composure. She looked at the man talking to her. He had nice, brown eyes that were somewhat void of any emotion. Although now they were a tad empathetic. His hair was on a bowl-cut like style but it wasn't awful like Miyako had seen in some TV programmes.

"Are you alright?" The man asked her.

"I… I need to find my little sister. She is lost and I have no idea where she could be. She has never before been lost." Miyako babbled which was very uncharacteristic for her. Maybe it was the panic kicking in.

"I can help you. What's her name?"

"Mariko. I'm Watanabe Miyako."

"I'm Honda Kiku. I'm also looking for my… brother." The man let out a small smile. "We'll find them."

"Thank you." Miyako managed to smile back faintly.

Pairing Mariko Watanabe and the personification of South Korea on a search mission was probably the worst idea the fate could come up with. Neither of them could keep their attention on the matter at hand but at least they were staying together. Mariko was delighted how different the department store looked from Yong Soo's shoulders and Yong Soo enjoyed the girl's company while telling her about his country and how 'everything originated in Korea'.

"No, Hello Kitty is Japanese! I know it." Mariko argued back with a laugh. She liked this silly man.

"No, she is not. She is Korean. Otherwise China wouldn't try to copy it and call Shinatty." Yong Soo told her as they boarded on the escalator to downstairs.

Miyako sighed when she and Kiku walked from yet another dead end of stores. They had found neither of their lost siblings. And help would be very welcome. This was getting annoying. Not to mention how familiar the man seemed…

Kiku in the other hand was both frustrated and worried. Frustrated that Yong Soo had managed to get himself lost and worried for little Mariko. And there was something unnerving in the way Miyako watched him sometimes.

"Honda-san?"

"Yes, Watanabe-chan?"

"I… Nothing."

"What is it, Watanabe-chan? I can see this is bothering you." Kiku crouched down on her level.

"I just… It's silly really but…" The girl drifted off, glancing towards the escalators. "Riko-chan!"

Kiku turned to look where Miyako was looking. And there they were. Both of them. Mariko babbling happily on Yong Soo's shoulders while the Korean answered her.

"Yong Soo…"

"Your brother?"

"Yes. Apparently he found Mariko-chan first." The man took the girl's hand and they started weaving their way through the crowds towards the escalator.

"Ane-chan!" Mariko squealed when she spotted her sister in the crowd.

"And Aniki is there too." Yong Soo grinned. He hopped the last few steps down and to the other pair. "Annyeonghaseyo, Kiku! You found me."

"Konnichiwa, Yong Soo. It would've been easier if you hadn't gotten lost in the first place." The Japanese greeted the Korean stoically. Yong Soo just grinned and let Mariko on the ground. Miyako started immediately fuzzing around the younger girl.

"Don't you realize how worried I was? Something really bad could've happened to you… And what can I tell to okaa-san? She surely-."

"Don't tell her." Mariko interrupted. Miyako stared at her sister like she had grown another head.

"But…"

"She doesn't need to know since I was found. And I'm okay." The little girl waved her hands and her overlong sleeves flapped around. Miyako took a hold on her wrists and folded the sleeves neatly so Mariko was able to use her hands properly again.

"Will you two be alright on your own now?" Kiku asked the girls.

"Hai!" Mariko grinned as she was in process of unfolding her sleeves.

"Riko-chan! I just folded them." Miyako protested.

"I like them more like this." The girl informed the other and bounced to Yong Soo. "I had fun. Thank you!"

"You are welcome, Mariko." The Korean smiled.

"Well, thank you anyways, Honda-san." Miyako bowed a little before smiling up to the man who had been with her for the last part of the search.

"You are welcome Watanabe-chan." Kiku smiled back.

"Nee, nee, ane-chan! Could we visit Momo-chan? Please?" Mariko came seemingly out of nowhere and latched herself into her sister's arm. "She isn't too far, right?"

"No, she isn't… Maybe we could. Let's buy some flowers on the way, okay?"

"Hai!"

"Thank you once again." Miyako said one more time. This time to the both males before the girls disappeared into the crowd.

"Momo-chan?" Kiku questioned aloud.

"Mariko told me about her. She is her younger twin sister. Dead twin sister." Yong Soo said sadly. "The girl doesn't seem affected though. I think I would be. Although she seems to have a great family around her."

"…We are here too, Yong Soo. We all. Even if our terms hadn't been the best during the last two centuries." Kiku said quietly. "I'm sure you'll be united with your twin someday."

"Gamsahabnida…"

"Ane-san, I want to travel to Korea someday."

"Really? Why?"

"I want to see if it's really as great as Yong Soo said."

"I see. What else did he say?"

"He tried to tell me that Hello Kitty originated in Korea."

"Hmh… Everything originated in Korea, da-ze…"

"That's what he said."

"Really?"

"Hai!"

Miyako stared blankly ahead as she continued walking on with Mariko. The younger girl was completely oblivious of her sister's mental absence and just continued babbling on. Thoughts were racing in Miyako's mind. There was no way. Absolutely no way that they had actually met… They shouldn't even exist… But what if… But how… Had they actually met the personifications of Japan and South Korea?

A/N: He hee... This is the year when Hetalia started as a webmanga. And Miyako had started to read it. I'm not sure when South Korea's character actually appeared for the first time but for the sake of the story I decided she'd know his most famous line.

Trans.

ojou-san = young miss (Japese)

Annyeonghaseyo = Hello (Korean)

Konnichiwa = Hello (Japanese)

okaa-san = mother (Japanese)

Gamsahabnida = Thank you (Korean)

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Okay, now I'm off. See you again. And please review ;)