Eight Maids-A-Milking

Japan waited behind Hong Kong as he knocked on the door for around 5 minutes.

Hong Kong had been invited over by Iceland to the room which all the Nordics shared. And with the silver-haired nation's insistence, Japan had tagged along. All of the country meetings have been cut to half-days since yesterday to allow the countries to pick out their formal wear for the Christmas Ball slash Party that France was hosting this year. The afternoon was still young so Hong Kong and Japan decided to go over to the Nordics.

The door was later opened by Finland who was wearing a fuzzy sweater. He smiled at the two Asians, "Glad to see you both! The others are by the fireplace playing poker!"

Japan bowed as Hong Kong did a casual wave. Finland let them in as they could see the rest of the nations at the table, playing poker. There were Denmark, Sweden, Iceland, America, and Prussia who were focused intently on the cards. Mr. Puffin and Hanatamago were curled up near the fireplace. Norway was sitted on the couch, reading a book. England, too, was there, as he was also reading a worn-out book. The Asian woman made her way to the couch and greeted England with a bow.

"Good afternoon, England-kun."

"Good afternoon, too, Japan. Please take a sit."

Japan sat beside England, who was scribbling something on the book. She took out her camera from the pockets of her red coat as she scrolled through the pictures of the swans she got yesterday, wishing she could've gotten more shots.

"Those are beautiful swans," commented England, leaning over to see Japan's camera screen clearer. Japan smiled, as she continued to go over the pictures, "Indeed they are."

"I wish I could've gotten more pictures though," Japan spoke. England was nodded then he turned to talk to Norway. Japan snapped some pictures of the beautifully decorated room, from the Christmas tree to the men playing cards at the table.

"You're quite a photographer, aren't you?"

Japan turned to Norway who stared at her with a blank gaze. She nodded, thankful she swapped the SD card with a blank one, otherwise...

"What pictures do you have there?" Norway asked. Japan scrolled through the pictures, "I have pictures on scenic spots, daily life, and natural life."

A sudden crash from the table bought the three quiet nations' attention to it. Prussia pointed at Denmark, "No fair! You've had royal flushes for the last two games! I'm gonna go broke!"

"Haha! I guess today's my lucky day!" Denmark said, pulling the pile of cash closer to him. Prussia got up and tackled the blonde, pushing everyone else to chaos. Norway, England and Japan looked at each other with a nod.

"I honestly don't know how the idiot manages to bet all of his money," England sighed. Japan trailed off, "It's Germany's money…"

"Idiots will be always idiots…" Norway sighed. The three entered a restaurant around the corner. They had a fantastic dinner and Japan found a new friend who's Norway. The trio took several selfies together, courtesy of Japan. The Asian asked the two blondes permissions' before posting it to HetaBook.

They parted ways for the night and when Japan arrived at her room, she had found everything more neat than she had left it this afternoon. The bedsheets were replaced by a warmer comforter. The dress Taiwan had bought her was still on the bed, and her bags were moved to on top of the bed. There was a vase of freshly picked roses on top of the table near the kitchenette. The scent of roses in the room was noticeable but not overwhelming. She checked the bathroom, to find new towels and a change of tissue paper.

On the table, a plain white envelope sat there. Japan walked over to the table and opened it.

"Follow the trail of purple rose petals."

This chapter is (kinda) dedicated to one of my favorite people on YouTube who release Hetaloid videos, Cheerful Liar. Her previous pen name was PanEngWay Trio... so yeah.

Anyway! Keep guessing who Japan's admirer is! Reviews motivate me to not to die since my History exams are tomorrow and I have both Ancient Greece and Rome in the pointers(which might end up with me kinda dying).