"在其他方面的消息,俄羅斯和中國將會收到一個大型雪暴-"
The power cut off right after that. This didn't bother the nation, though. What really worried him was the cold he caught. He had a sore throat, a high fever, and a stuffy nose.
Not to mention a bad cough. 'The blizzard started when I was coming home, aru...Why did I have to get Lo mein at that time of night, aru?' China thought to himself. that's all he could do, anyway.
He subconsciously looked around the room, seeing it was now only lit with a scented candle. "It's better than attending the meeting again, aru..." he said to himself in a rather sickly voice.
The meeting had been rescheduled to three days before christmas because of both China's dissapearance and the fact nobody seemed awake enough to discuss anything.

China looked at his Yin-Yang symboled clock that hung perfectly over the doorway. 4:00. The meeting was just ending. Maybe it was his subconscious, but he seemed to find Japan in the doorway.
"...China-san? Are you feeling alright?" Japan asked. The voice, to his ears, echoed through the room. Japan knelt down to feel his elder brother's temperature. He jerked his hand away in shock.
"You're burning up, Nii-san!"
China didn't care whose voice he heard now. He felt terrible, and simultaneously thinking of his old caretaker wasn't making it better. He just wanted to lay there and forget everything.

But, of course, the memories came back.

As the horrible ones faded away, he found a few good memories of Asia. This seemed to calm him, slightly.
'I must be dreaming, aru...' he thought to himself.

"Chigoku, what are you doing?" the Continent yelled. Young China looked up from his Wok filled with fried rice. He was about to add a few onions, carrots, and other vegetables.
"I'm cooking, aru! You were sick, so I decided to make dinner~" China laughed. The other asian stared in disbelief as he saw her 500 year old nation was still unharmed.
That, and the meal he was cooking smelled good.

"China, you don't have to do that. I-ACHOO-...I am perfectly capable of making dinner myself." The Continent smiled, weakly. China happily continued cooking.
"It's almost done, aru!"
"China, would you mind if you don't say "aru" for the next few days? My cold isn't getting better."
"...Sorry, aru." China apologized, involuntarily adding the "aru". That was always a problem of his. Asia ignored it, despite the headache she was getting.
off.
" yí hàn if you don't like it, Asia-" China was cut off by the sight of the elder finally asleep. He was slightly dissapointed, but happy at the same time. He quickly poured a large amount into her bowl and had the rest himself.

That was the night where he was still hungry after he went to bed.

"Nii-san!" Japan yelled. he had a small cup of cold water, in which, he proceeded in pouring on his brother. China bolted up from the shock, coughing.
"Y-YOU COULD HAVE DROWNED ME, ARU!" China yelled in a loud whisper. Japan stared, then laughed slightly. China glared. "What's so funny now, dì xiōng?"
"Y-you sound like Canada-chan..."

China was confused to who this was, but shook that off. his fever had dropped a few degrees at least. He looked around his surroundings and sighed.
"What are you doing here, anyway, aru?"

"I came to see if you were alright."

"Is that all, aru?"

"Yes. I'm sorry, Chigoku, but I still stand by my statement. Face the fact, Nii-san...She isn't coming back."
China had the nerve to punch his younger brother then, but restrained himself from doing so. He thought for a moment. The Lo Mein, the Geng, and the way he was planning to spend his Christmas; Sitting outside in this harsh blizzard, waiting for her until he was frozen to death, if he had to. Like he did every year. He started to think that maybe he should give up, but part of him still wanted to wait.

She made a promise, after all.