"ALRIGHT GUYS, TIME TO START THIS MEETING BY TALKING EXCESSIVELY!"
The familiar voice of America ringed in the ears of the tired nations. Save for a few (Russia, China, and America). Russia never really slept, so that was no surprise America was the one staring the meeting. China usually slept, but was kept awake by both Russia's snoring and a tearful memory.

"America-san, not today. I'm willing to agree with whatever you say, but calm down a bit...gomenesai..." Japan politely spoke. America smiled.
"Whatever, Japan, WE NEED TO GET EXCITED, PEOPLE! IT'S CHRISTMAS NEXT WEEK!" '...The idiots...I can't take much more of this "Christmas" business anymore, aru...' China muttered to himself. He didn't think much of Christmas. Yes, sometimes,
he would celebrate it, but not often. Especially since there was no Hong Kong, Japan, Taiwan, Korea, or...
"China-san, you look pale..." Japan whispered. China sighed. he was thinking of that stupid memory again. He really didn't need this, that memory came back every December. And every time it did, his tears would overflow, and he wouldn't stop crying. He still hid them, yes, he pretended he was sleeping, or, with a straight face,
asked to go to the bathroom. He couldn't cry now, being the strong and stubborn country he was.

But he couldn't help a few tears sliding down.

It was a few minutes before the entire meeting was engulfed by the sound of sniveling. they turned to see China making those sounds, even though it looked like he was sleeping.
He couldn't take hiding the tears anymore, and went to his quick maneuver. But it didn't do much. He still missed the continent in his memory. He still missed the one he called his "Big sister" or his "mother". He was tired of telling himself that he was now the one called that.

"Chigoku?" China raised his head and glared at Japan. He didn't want to be reminded of the name that seemed to kill him inside. Especially that one. The one that she always called him.
"YAO. IT'S WANG YAO!" China raised his voice. Japan jumped back in his seat. "...C-Chigoku..." he mustered.

"STOP CALLING ME THAT, ARU! AIYAH, YOU NEVER LISTEN, ANYWAY! GO AHEAD, CALL ME WHATEVER THE F*CK YOU NEED TO, ARU!" China snapped. once he realized it, he held his head down and left the meeting. Japan stared, then looked at the rest of his "Brothers" and his one "sister". They seemed concerned. Korea spoke up suddenly, not acting his usually excited self.
"I'm going to see where Aniki went...Hong Kong, are you coming, Da-Ze?" The asian asked. Hong Kong nodded, but Japan stood up.
"Korea-San, Hong Kong-Kun, stay put...I'll see what's wrong." Japan quietly stated. and with that, he left.

China, meanwhile, was washing his face in the bathroom. He glared at his reflection as he looked up into the mirror. How could he be so childish? His actions were just...
unacceptable! he dried his face with a towel, and tried not to cry anymore. That was a bit easier, now, considering he was more angry with himself than depressed.
he let his hair down, seeing it had grown longer than before. He smiled, but that faded after a few moments.

"I've become a child again, honestly, aru"