The meeting was in normal condition. Britain and America were fighting while France disagreed with both of them. Russia was tormenting Italy with his not-so-friendly smile, and Germany could only watch. The absence of Japan worried him. Maybe that was what the emergency meeting was for.
Last time something was up, Japan was hit by an earthquake of 9.0 during a meeting. He was sitting by Italy and he started shaking. When Italy asked, he just waved it off, claiming he was fine. About ten minutes later, he looked paler than usual and was coughing; almost as though he couldn't breathe. As soon as they could, they went to check on his home, which was left in floods and rubble.
"Shut up, ~aru!"
China shouted, but held a confident expression. He was blocking something or someone.
"China, dude, what took you so long? You're 'gonna make me go hungry!"
"It's a long trip from Japan. Anyway, are you ready, Japan?"
"Un." Japan squirmed as China reached out to grab him.
Japan looked up at the table. It was three times his height. He looked back at his brother, who was speaking to other people in a different language; a language Japan had never heard before. He looked back down to see the feet of the others. Their weird pants didn't tighten around their ankles and one person had pants made of material Japan had never seen before.
Suddenly, Japan was lifted from the ground onto the table. He was shocked: he had never seen anything like it. Six men sat around the table; five with yellow hair and one with mahogany hair. He stared quizzically at the closest man to him, who had yellow hair which was magically not falling to his side. It was slightly curly, but the most part straight. He had a lot of it, but seemed to keep up without falling.
"I'm sorry to bother you, but may I touch your hair?" Japan asked England, blushing and hiding his face. He had let curiosity get the best of him.
"W-what? Why is Japan a child? What did he say?" England stuttered.
"I'm not sure, ~aru. I found him like this this morning."
"Oh…" England sighed, knowing he was responsible.
"By the way, he wants to touch your hair."
"Um, sure," Britain nodded awkwardly at the boy who stared questionly," you may."
"Is that Japanese, mon cher?"
"No, it isn't. That's Ancient Chinese; what we spoke before English existed, ~aru."
Japan then asked France the same, only to walk away as the Frenchman laughed perverted-like.
"Well, how do we fix this?"
yay! another! chibijapan and curiosity moar later i just got back from a swim meet and i'm beat
