So. Um. Decided that I wanted to change things up so. . . .This is going to be FinChu with different AU's. But I'm still sticking with Adult!China x Child!Finland. Because that is some overloaded cuteness. Oh, and I don't own any of these characters. Forgot to mention that.

Day 2- Cuddling Somewhere

Yao smiled gently. The finn was so cute when he was sleeping. It had been two days since the whole "Car" accident and Valentino had finally managed to forgive him. Well, it was going to happen anyway because the boy had a very short term memory. Anyway, now they were sitting on the couch once again. The velvety, red-colored couch that he adored so much. The one where he'd always cuddle Tino and give him all the love he could muster. Of course, Tino would usually let him because the young finn craved attention but mostly attention from Yao.

It had been that way for the longest time. Even when Tino and Yao were both adults, he would do something to make Yao drop all his paper work and come do something with him. And the fact that he only did this to Yao made it all the more special. The Chinese man smiled at the thoughts crossing his mind. All the times Valentino would run into his Office and beg him to do some odd little thing to help him relax or to get his attention. It was truly adorable. Whether they he was an adult or a child.

Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring!

His phone went off several times and he looked around for the cellular object. All the while, he was trying not to wake Tino who was still sleeping and clinging to his shirt. Yao sighed tiredly and put the boy on the other end of the couch with his Shinatty doll. Yes, he had somehow made the small blonde love Shinatty. And as soon as he realized there were dolls, He begged Yao to get him one. Which he gladly did, but it was getting kind of weird how much Valentino would cling to that thing. Yao blinked and then checked the couch cushions to see where his little black phone was hiding. And sure enough, there it was. Still ringing. But his ringtone could have been worse. It used to be Gangnam Style because Im yong soo had thought it would be funny to change it. Why? Because Yao didn't know how to change it back because he was horrible with technology. He can fix your broken computer but he CAN NOT work his own cellphone. Kind of ironic. Yao snapped out of his thoughts and picked up the phone.

"Ni hao, aru?"

"Ah! Hallo, China!"

"Hm? Oh! Denmark, aru!"

"Yea! It's me! I was calling to check in on Finny! Is he alright?" The dane asked with curiosity.

Yao glanced at Tino sleeping form and walked up the stairs, toward his study.

"Shi, aru! He's doing very well, aru. No need to worry, aru!" He answered with a smile and sat down at his desk.

"Really! That's great! Oh, And Norge wanted me to tell you that he needs the paperwork soon!"

Yao raised a thin brown eyebrow in surprise and started searching through his paperwork on the desk. Hadn't he just sent that yesterday? He continued to search until he saw the paper half way filled out and sitting under a bunch of signed things.

"Aiya! Sorry, aru! I'll send it as soon as I can, aru!"

"THANKS! Oh! Norge is having another fit! I'll call you soon! BY-" The line went dead.

Yao stared at the phone in his hand for five good minutes. The Nordics have always been a weird group to him but this takes the cake. Everytime Denmark would call him to check on Finland, he would suddenly be attacked and the line would go dead. When he asked Tino what that meant, the finn would cringe a little and then murmur about how Norway needed to stop being so mean to Danmark. And that would be all he would say on the matter. This confused the Chinese man a lot because he thought this would mean Norway was abusing Denmark but everytime he met up with the Nordics; Denmark was fine. Yao sighed a bit and then shook his head.

"Better not to think about it, aru. . ." He whispered to himself as he began to start his loads of paperwork.

Tino opened his lavender colored eyes and glanced around the room. He was in the living room right? And Yao had been there when he fell asleep, right? Then where was Yao? Oh, god! Had he been left at home because Yao had to run out?! The Finn jumped up and off the couch. His little eyes glancing around in panic. Where was Yao?! The small Finnish child ran out of the living room and into the kitchen. There was no Chinese man preparing meals for himself and Tino. Tino started whimpering quietly then ran to another room he thought Yao would be in.

Bathroom.

Nope.

Bath tub.

Nope.

Outside in the Gardens.

Nope.

Outside in the car!

Nope.

One of the spare bedrooms.

Nope.

The Finn's breathing increased and he kept slamming open doors to see if Yao was home. After the trouble only a few hours ago (to him), he really thought Yao had left him home. For real this time. The Child kept opening doors until the last one: The Dining Room. Was in front of his face. He opened the door and saw nothing but slight darkness. No Yao. Tino's usually smiling face was contorted into a small pout like frown. And small sniffle noises resounded through the area. Yao had left him all alone again. The very thought made hot tear appear in his vibrant colored orbs.

"W-Wah...W-Wah...W-W-W-W-W-W...W-WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!" He started screaming loudly.

Tears were rolling down his pink cheeks and he was holding himself tightly. Little did he know that there was actually someone in the house. Someone that really loved him and had currently (almost) thrown his desk out of the way to go get him. Yao ran through the halls and down the stairs to the Living Room. No Tino. . . . . .OH SHIT! He turned on his heel and sped around the house in search of the lost child. Crazy, insane, and impossible things pulsed through his mind like daggers being thrown at a wall. Valentino could be really hurt! He could have tripped on broke his ankle! He could have cut himself because he knocked over a vase! The more Yao thought about it, the more he sped around the house like a madman. And finally, he found the finn curled up into himself and sobbing uncontrollably.

Yao's amber eyes widened and he scooped Tino up. As soon as he did, he checked for any signs of blood, bruising, or sickness. All he saw was pink flushed cheeks and fresh tears. The Chinese man felt relief wash through himself and he hugged the tiny nation. Sweet words of love were spoken like a parent always does to help a child. Valentino stared at Yao's pony for a good five seconds before he smiled. Yao had not left him!

"Yao-Yao!" He said with happiness in his voice.

Yao raised an eyebrow and the sighed in relief. The tears had stopped. Tino was calm and smiling. Thank the high heavens! The boy wasn't hurt! But wait. Why had the child been screaming like that in the first place? Yao pulled Valentino away from himself and held him at arms length.

"Tino? Why were you crying, aru?" He asked in calm, even voice.

"Finn woke up and No Yao-Yao. Finn thought Yao-Yao left Finn." Tino pouted slightly and looked down with sadness in his eyes.

Yao winced and then frowned. Oh, leaving this child that one time was going to haunt him for the rest of his life. He just knew it would. Yao shook his head and kissed the top of Tino's little pale blonde head.

"Now, why on Earth would I leave you, aru?" He asked. "I take you wherever I go, always, aru."

". . . . . . .Always?"

"Forever and always, aru. Wo ai ni, Tino, aru."

"Minakin Rakastan Sinua, Yao-Yao!"

Tino smiled and then reached his hands out. Yao knew exactly what that meant and held the little Finn tightly, as if promising to never let him go. Tino giggled and rubbed his nose against Yao's, lovingly. He truly loved Yao; adult or child. And Yao could see that. The Chinese finally released his tight hold on the child and then began their descend down the stairs.

"Now, let's go get you some dumplings, aru."

"YAY!"

The End.