Seven Swans-A-Swimming

"Anymore gifts from him?" China asked, approaching Japan after another G8 meeting. Japan said, "I don't know what you are talking about, China-kun."

China rolled his eyes before crossing his arms, "Like I couldn't hear you and Taiwan talking about your gifts-aru."

Japan smiled before shaking her head. China asked, "Do you know who he is?"

"I would prefer to take this conversation elsewhere," Japan said as Russia started approaching them, with another one of those creepy smiles. China saw the tall nation approaching and quickly changed the subject, "Do you have a formal dress yet Japan?"

Japan shook her head, nervously. He laughed nervously, "Why don't we go with the others to find fitting clothes?"

"We should," She said, just before Russia put his hand on the female nation's shoulder. Japan froze up and Russia smiled wider (if that was even possible), "Zdravstvuyte, Japan and China!"

"He-Hello too, Mr. Russia," she nervously greeted back. Russia smiles contentedly in response. He asks, "Can I join you two in wherever you are going?"

China sweats a bit, "Aren't you going to go with your sisters?" Russia still keeps the smile on his face as he replies, "Ukraine and Belarus are with their friends and I can't find Prussia anywhere."

Japan and China look nervously at each other as Russia waits for their approval. As silence passes, Russia claps his hands, "Well, it's decided! I'll go with you two!"

China was about to protest before Russia gave him a dark look. He quickly changed his mind, "Sure you can! Let us just call the other Asians to let them, uh, know."

Russia shook his head, "I'd like it as a surprise."

"How did you two get him on us?" whispered South Korea to Japan. She whispered back, "He just approached us."

Both of them looked towards Russia and North Korea as they had a "pleasant" conversation. Well, if talking about nuclear weapons was pleasant for them. For them it was kind of, while for the others, it was just weird. Japan sighed as South Korea shook his head. South Korea left the aisle, going off to bother China instead.

"Look Japan! This might suit you!" Taiwan said, pulling a dress from the racks. Japan shook her head, "It has too much cleavage showing."

"Taiwan, hurry up. We still have to eat lunch," Vietnam said, peering from the other aisle "Hang on! I've got the perfect dress here!"

She pulled out a simple pink tinted dress, with burgundy collar and waist ribbon. It had a second layer of flower-patterned lace under the first layer. It had a matching ribbon hairpin clipped on.

Japan smiled lightly, "I suppose this works as well."

"Yay! Now let's find a dress for Viet!" Taiwan cheered. Vietnam shook her head, "No."

They crossed over to the other aisle, Japan trailing behind Taiwan. When the younger female looked over her shoulder, she hadn't seen the elder lady. She peered to the other aisle. Japan wasn't there as well.

Vietnam was looking over the selection of blouses when Taiwan approached her with a nervous laugh. "I might have lost Japan."

"You what?!"

"Miss Japan!" Liechtenstein called out. Japan turned around. "Hello, Liech."

"Are you also shopping for the Christmas Ball?" The blonde asked. Japan nodded, "Yes, but I lost Vietnam-chan and Taiwan-chan."

The younger nation nodded knowingly, "Would you like to go with me and Big Brother instead?"Switzerland was studying the brand and prices of the watches when the girls found him.

"Hello, Japan," Switzerland greeted. Japan waved. "I was not expecting to see you here today," he commented.

"I got lost, this store reminds me of the America-kun has at his place," Japan said. Switzerland cringed, "Don't remind me."

Japan's phone rang. She picked it up, "Hello?"

"Japan! Where are you!?" China's voice screamed, making the Nipponese pull the phone from her ear. She hears some sounds of slaps and other screams in Chinese before Taiwan's voice came through. "Japan, are you okay?!"

"Hai, I just ran into Switzerland and Liechtenstein," she replied. A sigh was heard from the receiver, "Anyway, we finished shopping and I got you the dress from earlier."

"Arigato," Japan replied. The call was promptly ended. She stared at the phone's screen questioningly.

"Do you want to join us at the skating rink after this?" Liechtenstein asked. Japan nodded almost instantly. "Yes, I was actually looking forward to skating."

Switzerland raised an eyebrow from how eager the Asian was. Nevertheless, he made his way to the counter and paid for the dress Liechtenstein picked out for herself and a neat tuxedo for her brother. He met with the ladies outside the huge clothing shop (At least he could actually remember where the exit was, unlike the time he got stuck in a Wal-mart overnight when Prussia mislead him. It was not a pretty shooting session for the albino, with him being the moving target) who had seemed extremely eager. The trio walked to the outdoor skating rink France suggested to Liechtenstein in one of their conversations (Switzerland's fingers twitched at that, but he managed to keep in control… somehow).

It was Japan who paid for their ice skates, no matter how much Switzerland insisted he'd be the one to pay. As they got to the ice, Japan was (mentally) replaying how to do several jumps she'd seen. Liechtenstein carefully walked, making sure to distribute her weight equally. Switzerland, meanwhile, was trying not to fall over, not used to skating. The Swiss clumsily skated, Japan supporting him at first.

"I can do it myself!" he said, breaking away from the lady's grasp. She raised an eyebrow but stayed where she was, anyway. Switzerland barely made it three feet before he clinged to a tree, to prevent himself from falling over. Liechtenstein approached the brunette, "He does have the looks and personality, but it's not really the same…"

"I agree," Japan said, "He needs more practice."

The staff of the rink made everyone get off the ice for a "special Christmas display" as they had called it. Half an hour has passed and Switzerland was beginning to get impatient. "What are we even waiting for?"

The blonde's question was immediately answered as a blur of pure white descended from the clear skies. Japan was snapping photos of seemingly unreal, picturesque scene. Seven swans had flown down, people being amazed by the beautiful scene infront of them. One of the staff lightly tapped Japan on the shoulder, "Miss?"

"Yes?"

"Someone had wanted to give this to you, ma'am," the scrawny boy said, handing her a folded piece of paper. Japan opened it, to find the familiar handwriting.

"On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave me…"

I actually forgot to upload the previous chapter yesterday because I got busy with reviewing for exams! ~ I hope you guys are still enjoying this though! Anyway... I totally did not expect myself to write a chapter with ice skating. If you guys know what I'm talking about, let's be shipping trash together. ^-^

Chapter Notes:

Zdravstvuyte (Rus.) - Hello

Hai (Jp.) - Yes

Arigato (Jp.) - Thank you