China's POV

I woke up early this morning to catch my flight to America. I don't know why, but I wasn't able to sleep last night. I felt anxious and excited to see America.

I looked at the clock and noticed the time. With a big smile I left my house and headed to the airport.

The whole flight I found my thoughts drifting to the last meeting. America had really looked hurt that time, but when I think about it, he never seemed upset about anybody else's insults towards him. It's probably nothing, but maybe I can find out more about him from staying with him.

America had insisted that I show up a week early. I had asked him why and he made up some excuse about a new fast food restaurant opening up near him. I could tell in his voice he was lying, but agreed to it anyway.

After a very long flight I finally arrived at my destination. I walked into the crowded airport and saw America. He was holding a crudely drawn Chinese flag on a piece of notebook paper. I got a closer look and noticed he was dressed very nicely. He wore a suit and by the looks of it, it looked very expensive.

He finally noticed me and waved excitedly with a big smile on his face. "Hey! How are you?" He asked and gave me a big hug, but then quickly let go of me and said. "I'm sure you're tired from that long flight, come, let's go to my place."

The car ride to his house was quiet, aside from the occasional question. I found my thoughts caught up in what America's house looked like. After a little bit of thought I got an image in my mind. I imagined his house being very modern and messy with hamburger wrappers thrown all over the place probably. I chuckled and he looked over and asked "What's so funny?" When he asked this I had gotten a good look at his face and noticed how tired he looked. I caught myself staring and noticed the confused look on his face.

"Oh, sorry, I was just thinking of something funny. Hey! Keep your eyes on the road!" I scolded when I realized he wasn't paying attention to the road.

"Oopsies! Haha! What was the funny thing you were thinking of?" he said as he returned his focus to the road.

I quickly thought of something. "Umm...England's...eyebrows? Hehehe." I chuckled nervously. I was relieved when I heard him laugh loudly at that.

"Hahaha! That is funny! I mean, those things are HUGE!" I found myself laughing at England's eyebrows. Which was really immature of me, but who cares! Those things are ridiculous!

"You know, when I was kid, I thought that England's eyebrows were caterpillars, and that one day they would turn into butterflies and fly away." I laughed a bit at that. "I confronted him about it one day and the look on his face was priceless! He was sooo mad!"

We continued to laugh and make jokes about England's eyebrows till we pulled into America's driveway. I got out of the car and was shocked to find his house was totally different from how I had pictured it.

"Welcome to my humble abode, dude!"

Another short chapter. We'll learn more about America's home next time! I have a question though. Should I keep this a friendship thing or make it a romance? Let me know what you want! Bye~