The screen suddenly turned white before a scene started taking place.
An old city was shown, people milling about in mostly rags. A small blonde figure was shown to be making his way through the people and the tight streets, avoiding puddles and sewage systems. The figure wore an ill fitting green cloak and white rags underneath.
"Why I was asked to come here, I have no idea. I don't even know who I'm supposed to be meeting." The blonde boy spoke, coming to a stop in front of a fancy building. The figure pulled his hood down revealing just how messy and unruly his hair was, emerald green eyes, and massive caterpillar like eyebrows.
England had an unamused look on his face as he knocked on the sturdy wooden door.
"Oh! I remember this." France let out a sigh.
"Yes, I suppose you would. Why did it have to start with a memory of mine first though." England grumbled quietly.
America and other's who hadn't seen the Brit at that age, were surprised, the blonde yank even letting out a snigger.
"Dude, you look hilarious!"
"I don't understand how, damn fatass!" England became flustered, glaring at the other.
There were a few other laughs and comments before Germany, having gained control of the remote, pressed play.
The sound of footsteps from inside of the building were heard as England waited somewhat patiently. It wasn't long before the door was opened and in the entryway stood a blonde teen. The male had bright blue eyes and longer hair than usual. He looked about sixteen, maybe seventeen but that was pushing it.
"What can I do for you?" France asked, an uninterested look on his face.
"You're France right?" The smaller blonde asked and received a nod in return.
"And you are? Wasting my time probably." The blonde teen replied with a slight smirk, running a hand through his luscious locks.
"How rude! No wonder I've heard so many wonderful things about the French!" England retorted, sarcasm dripping from his words.
"Oh I'm wounded, I truely am." France barked out a laugh, not loosing the smirk and the superior look on his face.
"Frog..." The child hissed under his breath, emerald eyes narrowed.
When the Frenchman's laughter finally died down, he turned to the child more seriously. "Now, was it something you actually needed? Or did you come just to bother me? I do have other priorities you know, being a country and all." Albeit, he still managed to sound smug.
"Answering your question from earlier, I'm England, and I was sent here to deliver you a letter from my King himself." The Brit replied confidently.
France looked surprised for a moment before a more neutral expression settled on his face. "Oh. I have heard of you. You're the newer country to the north of me, across the channel. Can't say I'm impressed so far."
"What is that supposed to mean?" England asked, growing confused and slightly insulted.
"Well I've head lots about you. Some from Rome himself. Were you even alive when he invade the North? Probably not. You're far less superior than any of us, us being Rome's grandsons." France explained cockily, grinning at the smaller blonde. Said blonde was shocked, jaw hanging slightly open. His eyes revealing the slowly growing anger he was feeling though.
"Now, what did your little king want, you've already wasted enough of my time as it is." The teen continued, his expression remaining the same.
"Wow, you need to look at yourself, I don't think I've ever met someone so arrogant." England retorted and pulled out a letter from the inside of his cloak, a large red insignia of the British royal family stamped on the front, clamping it shut.
France just laughed as he peeled the wax from the paper and began reading the letter. He was silent for the moment before bursting out into laughter once more, grasping his sides from laughing so hard. The blonde scrunched the letter into a ball and threw it onto the ground where it stayed. "Y-You can't... be serious?" He panted breathlessly, chuckling.
Once again the child was shocked by the older nation's actions. "W-What?!" He stuttered, taken aback.
"It's as simple as this. No." France explained with a simple but arrogant smile on his face.
"Why?! You know this means war right?!" The Brit exclaimed and took a step back.
"Of course I do. I have nothing to worry though, because I'm going to war against you. A puny weakling like you should be easy to defeat. I'm hardly worried." The teenager let a smirk fixate on his face once more.
"You underestimate me, just because I'm only young physically. You know what. I've had enough of your arrogant asshole attitude. Go and die you cheese eating freak!" England spat the words, his emerald eyes glittering lividly.
"Oh, I'm sooo scared. What's the child going to do, hit me with his tiny fists?" France snorted in disgust.
"That's it! I've had enough of you, your attitude and your stupid belittling! How about you get a taste of your own medicine!" The child brought out a stick with a gold star on the end and the older blonde couldn't help but roar with laughter.
"You're gonna stop me with a stick? Have fun!" The Frenchman put his hands on his hips.
"I'll have you know that this stick, isn't just any stick, it's a gift from my mother Britannia! And with it, I can use a number of spells and curses." England gave a smirk as he raised his wand, muttering Latin words as the star began to glow.
This seemed to shut the French teen up, as he could understand most of what was being spoken. "What do you think you're doing?" There was a slight hint of panic in the blonde's tone.
The child could only smirk as his words grew louder and the bright light engulfed the area. When everything finally died away, France was lying in a heap on the stone ground, the most surprising thing though was that he now had bright green hair.
"Oh my God! Hahahaha!" Now it was England's turn to burst out laughing, looking as smug as ever.
"...What did you- My hair?!" The French teen let out a shriek after seeing his reflection.
"Exactly what you deserve. I hope you become the laughing stock of this civilisation!" The blonde child retorted pompously.
France let out a growl as anger began to form on his face. "You'll regret doing this." He raised a fist.
"Will I? Cause I think you look great like that." The Brit explained sarcastically, moving into a defensive position. Both were moments away from breaking into a full on fist fight. They were interrupted before anything serious could occur though.
"Big brother? What's wrong with your hair?!" A boy maybe six stood in the doorway, wearing all white. Having auburn curled hair, tanned skin and amber eyes. Italy looked panicked.
"Oh, I'd actually forgotten about this until now." Italy explained to no one in particular.
"You were so cute as a child Ita~" Hungary cooed from her seat, making the Italian blush and smile.
"I had forgotten that he had died my hair such an outrageous colour! Do you know how much hate and how many unappealing looks I received? It was torture!" France exclaimed pointed a finger in England's direction.
"Not my fault you were such an asshole back then." The Brit retorted calmly as the Frenchman huffed and turned away, annoyed.
"If you two are done, let's continue." Germany spoke up.
"I never had a problem, continue." The Brit answered snidely.
"Italy! This fiend cursed me!" France was at his younger brother's side in moments, pointing at the English child.
"H-he cursed you?" The older Italian child asked nervously.
"Oui. And it stinks! What will everyone say?!" The French teen cried out dramatically.
Italy's amber eyes met England's emerald pair and the panicked expression on the former's face only seemed to grow.
"Ma-M-Magic?! But that's going against the church!" The amber eyed Italian was shaking violently, looking as he was almost about to cry.
Francis noticed his brother's absolute discomfort and quickly embraced him, shielding him from the English child.
"Go away you demon! You can tell that king of yours that the next time we'll meet will be on the battlefield!" The French teen shouted angrily, carefully picking his younger brother up before storming back into his house.
"Hmph. Don't think I won't! Coward!" England replied snakily before storming off in the other direction. All sense of mirth gone.
The large screen fazed back to its original blank state.
The nations started talking loudly with each other, about the memory.
"I'm assuming you both went to war then?" Australia inquired curiously.
"Yes, and you'd be wrong to think I lost." England replied with a smirk.
"Excusez-moi! I think not! I won that fair and square!" France jumped up, slamming his hands on the table.
"You must be delusional! Stupid frog!" The English nation hissed, also getting up.
"As much as we'd love to watch you fight!" America exclaimed with a snigger, "Let's continue with the memories!"
After silence had fallen the room once more, the nation's began to get antsy, worried that the next memory would be theirs. There was a 50% chance that it would be something someone wanted forgotten. As the screen flickered another scene took place.
Grassy hills and a clear sky is what greeted them all. Onscreen a figure was briskly walking through the bush calmly, a peaceful smile on his face. It only took the nation's a minute or two to recognise the male.
"China! Is that you?" America exclaimed, bright blue eyes wide with shock.
"Aiyah! Who else would it be! Idiot." China let out an exasperated sigh.
"Do you mind me asking what happened?" Finland spoke up politely.
"No, but there's no point if we're just going to watch it. So just be quiet. Also this occurred over 2000 years ago." The Chinese nation continued, his voice stern but not cold.
Everyone nodded, silent. Germany gave a sigh of relief and pressed play, glad for once that he hadn't had to silence them all.
The younger version of China continued down his path, crossing through fields of golden stalks and bright green grass. Animals dotted the fields here and there.
China suddenly stopped, leaning back against a large tree, sheltering him from the sun. Using a hand, he wiped away the sweat that had gathered at his forehead.
"Aiyaah. I've been walking forever!" The teenager complained and stretched before suddenly ceasing. "Wait... what is that?" The young male tensed and began creeping forward under the cover of the trees.
In the distance stood the beginnings of a civilisation. Buildings and structures were beginning to take place throughout the area. People milling about, busy with their day, most focused on the construction though.
"How strange... This architecture is unlike anything I've seen before." China was astounded, and slightly awe struck. Chocolate eyes wide.
"It's pretty cool? No?" A cheerful young voice hummed from beside him.
Without hesitation, the teen had jumped two feet in the air in surprise before whipping around, holding a small blade in his hand.
"Aiyah! W-Who the hell are you? And why did you scare me like that?!" China exclaimed accusingly, eyes narrowed.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I was just curious, I've never seen anyone who looks like you before. You must be foreign, right?" The teen was surprised to find a child standing where he had once been, looking mostly apologetic. A curious expression had overcome the child's facial features.
China gave the kid a once over. Tanned skin, rich brown curly hair, a few loose curls sticking up waywardly, warm amber eyes and was dressed in a pure white toga.
"Who are you, aru?" The teen asked somewhat suspiciously, keeping his guard up, but lowering his weapon.
China hadn't even needed to ask the question. Most in the room recognised him straight away. Northern Italy found himself wide eyed and close to tears at seeing his grandfather. Southern Italy looked indifferent, however his olive eyes were unfocused.
A few glanced in their direction but nothing was said, they assumed out of respect.
"I am the Roman Empire. But you can call me Rome for short. I'm pretty new around here, so I'm sorry if I don't recognise you." The child was cheerful and slightly oblivious.
"China. It's nice to meet you too." The chocolate eyed teen moved forward to shake hands with the empire.
"Nice to meet you China! Can I show you around?" Rome exclaimed excitedly making China smile. "Sure." The child's cheerful demeanour beginning to grow on him.
The screen sort of fast-forwarded showing Rome giving China a tour of what the civilisation looked like so far, then it showed China and Rome playing together, playing games that both had created such as ancient versions of scrabble and chess and Chinese jump rope.
China approached the empire after the week had passed, a neutral expression on his face. They had spent some time discussing trade between the two civilisations, so it wasn't like they would never see each other again.
"I'm sorry Rome, but I must leave and return to my own country now." China explained to the child empire. The older nation had stayed at Rome's house for the past week, the two discussing trade routes and other things.
"Oh... Are you sure?" The child asked, a sad look in his eyes. China only nodded. "I am sure."
"I understand." Rome muttered hesitantly, not wanting the teen to leave.
"Don't get upset, aru. Feel free to come and visit anytime. I must be going now." China gave the empire a warm smile, placing a hand on the child's shoulder. He than moved towards the other direction.
"Thank you. I will." The Roman exclaimed after the teen, a wild grin on his face.
Before the memory continued, Veneziano spoke up. "I remember the stories Grandpa would tell us of you. It seems you were quite close." His tone was calm, amber eyes finding China's own chocolate ones.
"He was a great empire. He knew what he was doing." The ancient nation replied wisely. There was no reply to that, so Germany continued the memory.
A new scene appeared in front of them, the screen jumping ahead.
Rome stood before an oriental designed home. This time he was a teenager. He knocked at the door.
A minute or so later the door was opened suddenly, China standing before the teenager, now an adult, showing that some time had passed. The Asian looked both stressed and upset though.
"How are you China? I thought I would visit. It seems it was ill timed though. What's bothering you?" Rome asked kindly.
"I'm not well at the moment, it is nice to see you though. Please come in, you have travelled all this way, I won't let it go to waste just because of my problems, aru." The chocolate eyed male explained exhaustedly.
The duo headed into the house, The older male leading the empire to a sitting room of sorts.
"I will make you some tea. Please be patient." China directed, hurrying out of the room. Rome sat by himself, expression one of confusion. He was pondering the reason for his friend's strange behaviour.
Whilst China continued to ready some tea, the empire was broken from his intensive thoughts by the sound of soft, unsteady footprints.
Turning around to where he thought they were coming from, he found himself looking at a child. A seriously injured child at that.
The boy who looked to be almost in his teens had dark black hair and pale skin to match. His eyes were a deep brown, almost soulless looking. He wore a dark coloured kimono that seemed to hang from his thin and weak looking frame. His appearance was haggard and his checks were flushed. Bandages of mass proportion covered majority of his open skin. Blood staining most of them.
It only took a few moments for them to realise that they were looking at a younger version of Japan. Most nations were horrified, having no clue as to what had happened. China himself looked extremely guilty and glanced away from the screen, whilst Japan also averted his eyes.
"What the he-" America was interrupted.
"Please do not say a word. Continue." Japan explained somewhat coldly, leaving no room for argument. The memory was played once more.
When the child's eyes met Rome's, the teenager thought he was going to feint. Dark eyes as large as dinner plates, Japan looked absolutely horrified for some reason. Rome hadn't even gotten a word in when the child hurried back to where he came from, limping heavily.
The empire had almost moved to follow the fleeing child before China had reentered the room, carrying two cups of steaming tea and a full teapot on a tray.
No words were exchanged for some minutes, both enjoying the peaceful silence, before China let out an exhausted sigh.
"You want to know what has got me feeling so horrible right, aru?" The adult began remorsefully.
"Of course. You can rely on me China." The empire replied warmly.
"I'm glad to have you as a friend, Rome." The chocolate eyed male smiled wistfully, before more guilt overcome his expression.
"It's my new boss. He likes to rule with a focused mind and an iron fist. His ideas are causing my people to struggle." China began, gulping quietly as he explained.
"That's troubling. Is that all?" The empire questioned.
"No. Each week he gives me brutal tasks. The next always more brutal than the last. And lately, he seems to find gaining more territory interesting. Last week I was told to attack my little brother..." China's voice wavered. "I denied profoundly. I was almost beaten to death." The male finished in a whisper, eyes falling shut as he began to remove his upper layers. Once only his skin was left showing, Rome's eyes widened and mouth fell open.
The nations watching flinched. Deep, black and red bruises marred the entirety of his chest, as well as some bandaged areas, stained with blood, his back looking similar.
"Your boss did that?" France asked, completely horrified.
"Yes. Because I defied an order of his." China explained sadly.
Rome was at a loss for words, his leaders had never laid a hand on him, not once. Why had this happened to his friend. He watched in mixed shock and horror as China pulled the top half of his outfit back on.
"After that incident he threatened to do it again if I did not lay a hand on Japan. So I did. I had to, aru." The darker brown haired male was beginning to grow desperate.
"I attacked him, both his land and his body, leaving fatal wounds under my bosses orders. And I regret it. I should have stood stronger. I should have let him kill me, save my brother from my torture! I'm a pitiful brother and I deserve death!" China exclaimed, completely upset. His face was scrunched up and buried in his knees.
"Nonsense!" Rome stated, voice strict and cold. It seemed strange coming from the normally kind and upbeat empire.
"Look, we all make mistakes, even I have made plenty, but we cannot blame ourselves for these mistakes, it will drag us down. We can only live through these experiences and see them as only that; experience. Growth comes from experience. We learn to not make the same mistakes twice." Rome explained, voice full of wisdom and knowledge.
China could only glance up at the teen in shock. He was right. Blaming himself for something that was partially out of his control was not the right thing to do. If only Japan could see this too.
"I'm sorry." The oriental male finally got out, chocolate eyes focused intently on his hands.
"Don't be. We live and we die. Each and every day is a new experience full of growth in between." The Roman stated proudly, although China couldn't see a relevance in the statement. He had lived about 2000 years now and the days were all the same, it was getting old.
"Aiyah, whatever you say." China muttered quietly.
"Now. You owe me a tour! I want to see this foreign land! It's so strange!" The amber eyed teen exclaimed cheerfully, drinking the rest of his tea and moving towards the door.
"I'm coming hold on." The Asian male muttered, standing and discarding his cup still full of tea.
"Just because you forgive me, doesn't mean I forgive myself. My actions were inexcusable. I'm sorry, but that's just the way it is." China muttered sadly, moving towards the entrance of his home. The Roman hadn't heard his statement, thankfully, and the duo set out to tour his city.
Once the two older personifications had left, Japan appeared once more, from behind the corner. His dark eyes wide once more. This time the child looked more conflicted though.
"I-I never knew he felt like that. Or was suffering to p-protect me..." Japan trailed off, looking to be in pain, leaning heavily against the wall.
"And that s-strange man..." Whatever he had been going to say was interrupted by a wet cough that racked his whole body, blood covering his palm when he pulled his hand away from his mouth.
With that, the screen jumped forward, skipping to another scene, but before it could fully happen, the screen was paused once more.
Japan and China held each other's stares, the confrontation not unseen by the nation's.
"I didn't know what your boss put you through. I apologise for that. Although sacrificing yourself for my wellbeing is none of your concern." The darker eyed oriental stated, tone coming off as cold.
"Aiyah, sorry for looking out for my brother, I needn't worry next time." China returned, just as sourly.
It was obvious to the nation's that something else had occurred, something even more worrying than China attacking Japan. At the moment the two brother's weren't even looking at each other, and both looked tense.
"Why don't we continue?" Germany suggested and was met with no opposition, so he clicked play.
The Coliseum appeared on the screen first, standing tall and proud amongst other buildings doting the city. People were crowding the entrance, many dressed in luxurious looking outfits or soldiers armour.
China managed to squeeze through the crowds of people to find the Roman Empire, now a fully grown adult, wearing glamorous golden armour over a white toga, a red cap billowing behind him, waving at him. The Chinese male had grown only minutely since before the skip, his hair tied neatly back was a new change.
"China!" Rome waved him down, warm smile lighting up his face. He payed no mind to using the nation's name in public, most wouldn't understand anyway.
"I'm glad you invited me. These... events seem to attract a crowd. Can I ask what this actually is, aru?" The oriental inquired confusedly.
"It's a surprise, but I'm sure you'll love it, well at least you'll be surprised. There's also some people I want you to meet. Please follow me." Rome explained happily before leading the way through the throngs of people, up flights of stone stairs until they came to a large seating area, free from overcrowding.
"This is my private area. It's small but it will do. Now I want to introduce you to my grandsons." The empire beamed brightly, and then China realised that there were more occupants in the area.
There were four children, all boys, and all various ages. The oldest looked to be a long haired blonde with bright blue eyes, and he resembled possibly five or six. The next oldest looked similar in age, only a year or less younger than the blonde, he was a brunette with tanned skin and sparkling olive eyes. Then there was the two smaller boys who also looked similar in age. The one the brunette was holding looked slightly older though. The baby, not even looking three yet had darker brown hair, tanned skin and olive eyes. And then there was the child the blonde held. He had auburn hair and amber eyes. Both of the younger ones having a single wayward curl in their hair.
China could only stare at the children.
"I knew I recognised you when I first met you, but I was pretty young back then." Spain spoke up, looking surprised.
"I didn't recognise you. The second time we met, I thought it was the first time until now." Northern Italy stated happily.
"I only vaguely remembered you. I was older than them though." France added before the memory was played again.
"It's nice to meet you. I am China, a good friend of your grandfather's." He held his hand out whilst allowing a small smile to fit onto his face.
The four children only stared at him blankly before Spain moved forward and shook his hand.
"Hola, I am Spain." The older brunette smiled brightly and obliviously.
"And bonjour, I am France." The blonde moved forward to greet the Asian.
"C-Ciao!" North Italy managed to squeak out, amber eyes wide in wonder.
"This is North Italy, and Spain is holding South Italy. They are still very young." The blonde child explained, a kind smile on his face when talking about the Italian's, especially the north.
"Look! It's starting!" Rome was nearly jumping out of his seat in excitement.
"Now will you tell me what this is we are watching?" China asked, having taken a seat beside the Roman.
"This is a sport loved by many here in the Roman Empire." The tall empire explained, grinning.
"Sport?" The chocolate eyed male inquired.
"Yes! It's fantastically popular. Even the children love it." Rome gestured to both Spain and France who looked fairly excited.
They watched as a man was brought into the centre of the Coliseum, kicking and fussing the whole distance. He was haggard and dressed in rags and only armed with a small dagger, his hands still bound together.
The two soldiers accompanying the wary male threw him to the dirt, removing the binds around his hands and leaving him where he lay. Once the two soldiers were safely out of the arena, the crowd began to grow excited. Then out of nowhere a loud roar tore through the arena, silencing all.
"What was that?!" China whipped around to face Rome accusingly.
The empire gave the ancient nation a warm smile. "A lion." He stated as if it were nothing.
"A lion?!" He exclaimed, horrified as realisation set in.
He couldn't watch when the lion was released from it's cage, he tried to block out the males frantic and panicked screams, not having to wait long before they died out. A bloody mess now staining the floor of the coliseum.
The memory fast forwarded past the rest of the night, slowing down to reveal China and Rome exciting the coliseum side by side, the children some way ahead.
"I thank you for coming tonight, and staying for the entirety of the show." The Roman began, warm smile on his face.
"Thank you for inviting me. A little warning would have been good though. That sport is not for me, sorry." China replied, a neutral expression on his face.
"Ahahah. It's not everyone's. Most people enjoy it because we are ridding our beautiful empire of those that defy our everyday order." Rome stated easily.
A comfortable silence fell on them, although there had been something bothering the Chinese male all day. The Roman seemed stiff, and winced more often than not.
"I didn't want to disturb them earlier, but I must ask, what is wrong?" China asked in a hushed tone, being mindful of the children in front of them. Rome's amber eyes widened before he glanced down at him with an uncertain frown.
"I'm surprised you picked up on my weakness." The Roman sighed wearily, also becoming quieter.
"You helped me when I was feeling down about myself and the situation I had found myself in, let me help you." The oriental explained softly, tone warm.
"It's nothing really. A little soreness, but it is to be expected. If the only results of war are bruises then it cannot be called a war." Rome explained softly, closing his eyes.
"War is nothing to take lightly aru, I know that much." China muttered in reply.
"Listen, I'll be fine. Stab wounds and scratches can't kill an empire, and especially one of my stature. I'll be alive and kicking for another thousand years or more." The tanned male spoke peacefully, placing a large hand on the smaller male's shoulder in comfort. He gave a small smile.
"Of course." The chocolate eyed male nodded his head, not fully in agreement but not wanting to argue.
"Now, you're free to spend the night? Or would you prefer to travel back to China tonight?" Rome asked.
"No thank you. I should be getting back. I have Japan to care for too. I shall enjoy our next visit. I hope to see you soon." China explained, turning to head back towards the direction he had come.
"Good luck with your travels and goodbye friend." The Roman smiled warmly, amber eyes sparkling.
China exchanged a wave and turned away on his journey. The memory beginning it skip forward again. However it was paused before it could.
"How long does this memory go for?" America inquired, slight impatience in his tone.
"Don't be rude!" England almost backhanded him.
"It doesn't have long left, just watch it and be quiet." China answered, reply solemn, something different for him.
Not another word was said and Germany pressed play.
The scene began some time later, showing China's figure slumped against his wall, hands clutching at his messy locks and face shielded from the dreary light.
"Why?" The word was whispered in a full tone.
"WHY?!" This time China screamed. The mournful sound echoing through the small room. Sobs broke from his throat and tears fell from his chocolate eyes.
"Why did you go and have to die? You promised."
Most of the nation's watching had realised who the ancient personification had been mourning early on. They all knew now though. Again not a word was said as they glanced at China, his eyes diverted from the screen.
It seemed China had stopped all noise and was sitting quietly after a small time skip. The quiet remained for a few more moments before there was a soft knock on the door.
The mournful male looked up, eyes red and watery, tear stains stained his pale cheeks.
"Come in." His voice was full of sadness.
Japan, now thirteen or fourteen, entered the room. The bandages that had covered his entirety were gone and he looked healthier than the last time they had seen him.
"Brother. I cannot force you to eat, but I recommend you eat something." The dark haired teen explained quietly, leaving some distance between himself and China.
"No thank you." The older male replied sullenly.
"If you don't want to eat, at least drink something. Would you like some tea?" Japan asked, eyes fixated on his brother's figure.
"No, please. I would like to be left alone." China replied.
"But you should at least keep your fluids up. Drink some water at-" The dark eyed teen was cut off.
"Please go away! I'm not hungry or thirsty! I'm upset! You wouldn't understand!" The ancient nation screamed, loosing his temper.
The action surprised the nation's, who hadn't been expecting it.
Japan too, hadn't been expecting it. His expression was horrified as he took a step back. Suddenly fury took over and a look of complete hate swarmed his face.
"Sorry for trying to care, brother." The words were spat in a deadly tone as Japan exited the room, slamming the frail door behind him. The scene ended with his furious face glaring at his brother's door.
The screen faded back to white, however silence remained. Most were shocked to say the least. No one has been expecting China to snap like that, or even Japan to react like he did. It was so obvious now that something else, something so damaging, has happened, permanently affecting their relationship. Right now, the two Asian nations were glaring at one another once again.
Veneziano, noticing the tension, spoke up.
"Grandpa's death was tough on us. I had no idea it had affected you so badly." The words were spoken sadly and China turned to answer.
"Yes. I'm afraid so. Please, let's not dwell on the past. We have many more memories to watch before we can go so continue on." The chocolate eyed male explained, wanting no further discussion on his memory.
"He is right. Let us continue." Norway spoke up, face emotionless like always.
Germany only nodded and pressed play on the sleek black remote once more.
Old A/N: (So what did you all think?
The first memory was something I've had to change so I hope you like it. It was originally of the episode where France cut England's hair. The second was a request from someone here on Wattpad (I'm sorry I don't remember). There was originally a third memory in this chapter but it was already over 5000 words so I decided to move it to the next chapter.
Also the memories are all in italics to make it easier to read.)
New A/N:
This chapter was also originally written on the 12/9/16, but I'm re-uploading it on the 05/04/19.
I hope you enjoy this new refurbished chapter, I like it a lot more than the other one, and I also feel that my writing style has improved drastically since last time. Also I know some people wont agree with me but I see France, Spain and both Italy's as brothers, more so France and , that's why I write them as so.
Hopefully you enjoy, thanks for reading.
-Ella