China's POV

When I saw his house, it wasn't anything like I had imagined. It was quite modest for a mansion. The front lawn was beautiful, to say the least. The grass was neatly cut. Wild flowers were growing everywhere. A small pond with a bench at it's side, sat in the middle of the yard. A large cherry blossom tree loomed over the bench.

When we got into his house. It was just as grand as outside. The floor in the foyer was marble. The walls were painted a navy blue with white wanes coating. There was a large staircase that split into two with a large window in the centre, looking out into the backyard, which I would have to go see later.

"Your house looks like a palace! Did England or France decorate this place for you?" I asked in awe. A person like America is the last I'd expect to have such a grand home. Especially a home that's clean!

"Haha! Nope! This was all my design. Down to every last rose in the gardens." He said. "Besides, I've never brought England or France here. England would burn down my kitchen and France would drink all my wine!"

"Your house is lovely, America. I hope you'll show me the rest." I said as I looked around me.

"Of course, dude!" He smiled. "I'll give you a tour as I show you to the guest room."

He then walked over to a small plaque like thing with a bell on it. He rung the bell a couple times and a man that appeared to be a butler came to his side.

"Hill, please take these bags to the guest room I had prepared." America said, gesturing to my luggage.

"Of course, sir." The butler, Hill, said. Hill gave a quick bow, took my luggage, and headed up the stairs.

"You have a butler?" I asked him.

"Yep! He's really cool!"

"You still use bells? How old is this house?" I asked. His smile faded and he looked like he was lost in a sad memory.

"I had the bells installed a long time after the house was built. It's an old house." He said in a sad voice. In an instant though, his frown was replaced with a smile when he heard my stomach growl. "I guess you're hungry, huh dude?" I nodded a bit embarrassed. "I'll go cook dinner for us. Why don't you go explore the rest of the house!"

"What if I get lost!" I said. His house is huge!

"Don't worry, dude! There are bells in almost every room. If you don't know where you are, just ring the bell labelled 'kitchen' and I'll come to your rescue!" he said, striking a heroic pose at the end. "Well, have fun! I'll go cook us some of my favourite thing to eat!"

Oh, goodness. "America! Please don't tell me that you're making hamburgers!" I really was not in the mood for greasy meat patties.

"Oh come on! Hamburgers are good, don't get me wrong, but they're not my FAVOURITE food!" He said. "Do you honestly think I could eat hamburgers all the time and still look this freaking gorgeous? I mean come on. I am fierce!"

I couldn't help laughing at that last part. I guess he's right though. I can't deny the fact that he does look like a fairly attractive male I thought as I looked him up and down.

"Umm...Dude? You're kind of checking me out..." He said kind of awkwardly.

I realised what I was doing and started blushing 50 shades of red and so was he by the looks of it. "Sorry, America..."

"It's okay dude." his awkward expression was switched out with a smile and he turned to leave, but before he left he said. "Oh, you can call me Alfred if you'd like. We're friends now so it's cool."

Friends? Did he really think me to be a friend.? I smiled at that. "You can call me Yao then, since we're friends."

"Okay, Yao! Well, have fun exploring!" He said and quickly walked away."

"Okay...Alfred." I said to myself. A small smile graced my lips.

Now. Where to go to first?

We'll get a full tour of America's house next time! I'm going to try and make this a romance so bear with me cause it's probably going to suck! Haha! Reviews are like girl scout cookies to me! Bye~