China gave a content sigh; walking around Central Park was way better than dying in the inside at a World Meeting. The fact that he was once again youthful didn't hurt either. As he hummed along to one of the songs he was listening to, China had stumbled upon a group of teenagers around his current age or older.

The Chinese nation watched as the guys in the group skated along as well as doing tricks on their skateboards, examining each stunt with curious eyes and a head tilt. It hadn't taken that long until one of the teenagers in the group, a brunet boy, noticed China watching them.

"Yo, Dylan," the brunet teen nudged the boss of the gang, another brunet, "check out Asian over there." the first teen snorted, motioning towards China. The way the Chinese nation was currently dressed still made him stick out. Dylan gave a sly grin.

"Hey! You!" China noticed one of the teens shout over in his direction. First, he looked to the right, then the left, then behind him, before finally pointing to himself. "Yeah, you." The boy made his way over to China, along with the rest of his gang. The nation stood and watched warily as the boss of the gang circled him and examined his clothes.

"What are you even wearing?" Dylan snorted, his gang laughing along with him. "You fresh off the boat or something?" China gave an intense glare at the comment, which the other seemed not to have noticed. But instead of lashing back, the teenage nation decided to have some fun.

"I am sorry. I do not know what 'fresh off the boat' means aru." China replied with a fake smile and an even thicker accent than usual. The group laughed again, not a single person noticing the evil glint in China's eyes.

"Don't worry about it." Dylan said when finally calming down and wiping a tear.

"May I ask what that is aru?" China asked, pointing towards Dylan's skateboard. He was glad that the boss was stupid enough to believe he didn't know what it was. "We do not seem to have that where I come from aru." China lied.

"It's called a skateboard." Dylan answered. "Since you don't seem to have one wherever you were in Asia," he started, guiding China to where he and his gang were a moment again, "why don't we teach you about it. By the way, nice IPod you got there." Dylan added, seeing Hong Kong's IPod in China's hand.

"Yo, Ming-Ming!" Dylan shouted and another teenage boy in the group appeared. China noticed him to be Chinese as well, thinking that 'Ming-Ming' couldn't possibly be his name. The Chinese boy was clearly Americanized, too. "Show our little fob a thing or two." With that, the Chinese teen showed China the absolute basics with fake kindness and snickers. The whole time, China noticed the boss whisper to his group, clearly planning something out.

"You're so good at skateboarding!" Dylan humored China. "Are you sure you don't have something like this back where you come from?" China just gave another fake smile and nodded. "Really? Then, how about a little wager? My skateboard for your IPod." Dylan revealed his plan, showing his skateboard. The glossy design showed a red dragon over a black background. "They cost about the same in America, so it's fair." he lied.

Still playing along, China smiled and nodded. "Hǎo..."

‒

"Ugh! How hard is it to find a 15-year-old Chinese boy in a military uniform!" England groaned, clearly annoyed at having to look for China for a while now.

"Well, Central Park is a very large park." France shrugged, looking around.

"Do you think it's because we stand out like sore thumbs?" America asked, looking around as well. There were people giving them strange looks and whispering. "He probably heard people gossiping about us and avoided the area we're at."

"..." England and France shared the same blank looks, realizing America was probably right.

"So, what then?" England asked, pinching the roof of his nose.

"Simple, my little black sheep of Europe~" France started, continuing before England could respond with his usual sharp tongue, "We change to more casual clothes and blend in. That way, China will not be able to see us coming."

"Fine. Whatever." England groaned again. "We have to do this quickly or else China might leave." And with that, three nations quickly went back to their hotel rooms and changed into more suitable clothing. Unlike China, they actually had more modernized clothing.

"Alright! Step one: complete!" America shouted, all three back at the large park. "What now?"

"Uh, I think that is to find China, you bloody git!" England shouted. "Come on, let's go‒ France!?" France was away from the two at the moment, flirting with some of the ladies at the park. "Blimey! Get back over here, you French fro‒"

"Wang Yao of China! And you better remember that name aru!" England, America, and France (who was back with the first two) froze when hearing the voice that just shouted. They quickly ran to where it was coming from, seeing a large group of beat up teenage boys. None of them were badly hurt, but China was already gone.

"What the hell happened here?!" America shouted.

"Ugh, that damn Wang." the three nation heard one of the boys say, turning to said boy. It was Dylan.

"Oi, you!" England started, walking over to Dylan. "What the bullocks happened here?" Dylan stood from his place on the group, groaning from slight plain.

"This damn fob conned us." Dylan growled, explaining to the three nations before him.

"It looks as I have won aru." China smiled at the boss who had just fallen on his bottom. His gang looked astonished. The Chinese nation was able to do just as much as Dylan and made up his own on the spot. China was very observant when watching the group previously and incorporated his own martial art skills somehow.

The Chinese nation stomped on one end of Dylan's skateboard, having it fly up. He then caught the board with ease. "Don't underestimate 'fob's." China added, dropping the super thick accent.

"You conned us!" Dylan shouted, his gang helping him up.

"You practically tried to steal my IPod, racist brat." China measly said back with a glare. "An IPod costing as much as a skateboard? Yeah aright aru." With that, China started walking away with the skateboard under his arm.

"You little Asian rat!" Dylan roared, taking off towards the teenage nation. Right when he was behind him, Dylan tried to punch China. Sadly for him, China swiftly turned around. Ducking under the brunet's punch, China then grabbed Dylan's extended arm and tossed him flying and land on his back. This trigged his gang to attack as well.

"I prefer being a Chinese Dragon aru." China chuckled.

One by one, China was easily able to fend them all off because of his high martial art skills and new agility, strength, and body. Of course, he made sure not to severely harm any of them as well.

"That all aru?" China asked, looking around at all the older teenagers sprawled around the ground. Seeing that no one else was going to attack him, China picked up his newly claimed skateboard and triumphantly walked away again.

"F-fuck!" one teen boy from the group spat out when China walked past him. "Who the hell are you?"

China stopped and turned, seeing all the gang members looking at him. He grinned imperiously. "Wang Yao of China! And you better remember that name aru!"

"Damn Wang!" Dylan growled again. He then turned to the three nations. "Wait? Are you with him?!" he shouted, gaining the attention of his gang members. They all looked as if they wanted revenge as well.

"Uh..." England and America were clueless at the moment until France popped in.

"Why, I am his adoptive father." France answered, England and America giving him blank looks. "My adoptive son isn't the best with people." France laughed.

"You look kinda young to be a dad." Ming-Ming said with a raised brow.

"Oh, thank you~ Merci~ Merci~" Everyone sweat-dropped at the sparkling French nation.

"Anyways, that damn son of yours owes us." Dylan sharply said. "Now you better pay‒" He was cut off when England punched him right in the face, causing him to fall with a bleeding nose.

"I wouldn't talk about our friend like that around us." England said with malicious eyes.

"B-Boss, let's get out of here!" With that, the gang ran from the demonic Brit, not looking back.

"Nice going, Iggy!" America smiled a toothy smile and gave a thumbs up.

"I didn't know you cared about China, England~" France snickered, nudging England with his elbow as well as give a suggestive brow raise.

"Sod off!" England shouted with a red face. "I just needed to blow off steam and that little punk had it coming!"

"Whatever you say, mon ami~"

"Why you bloody‒!"

"Guys!" America shouted, gaining the two Europeans' attention. "China went that way and couldn't have gone too far, but he now has a skateboard! Let's go now! Follow the hero!" With that, the three ran off towards the direction China went.

‒

Back at the meeting, Russia was somehow able to get the others to start without the rest of the former Allied Forces and not question what was going on. The only one who was brave enough to push it was Japan, who was curious about what happened to his brother.

"China is currently having problems with his current age and America, England, and France are trying to help him." Russia answered Japan with a smile before walking away. He wasn't lying; it was all true.

After the meeting ended, Japan was the first one out the door. He was worried about his brother and wanted to see if he could help out as well. Japan did believe China was fairly old.

The Japanese nation passed the break room, but something had caught his eye. Japan walked back to the door, seeing dark brown hair being held together by a hairband on the floor. Curiosity consumed him as Japan picked up the familiar brown hair, recognizing the silky, soft feel not even a second later. The Japanese nation had played with China's hair enough time to instantly recognize its feel.

As panic engulfed the Asian nation, Japan sprinted as fast as he could towards the hotel. "China-San!" he shouted once outside China's room, banging on the door. "China-San!" There was no answer. "Nii-San!"

Japan looked around the hallway, seeing it empty; no one was there that could help. He gave a brief sign before putting his hands together in front of his face like he was praying. "Gomenasai." With one hard kick, Japan was able to force the door open. A second later, the usually composed Japanese nation was freaking out, pulling his hair and shaking his head, repeating, "Gomenasai! Gomenasai!"

After a deep breath, Japan entered China's room, still worried. When he looked around the room, he saw China's suitcase open with all his clothes scattered around it. He then turned to the mirror, seeing two long, red, baggy sleeves that were ripped off in front of it.

Japan was extremely confused. What had happened? He then remember what Russia had told him previously.

"China is currently having problems with his current age and America, England, and France are trying to help him..."

Japan stood motionlessly. America...? England...? France...? If something was going on that involved those three, his brother could very much possibly be in trouble. Japan then looked at China's cut off ponytail in his hand.

Even though it looked as if Japan was perfectly normal on the outside, inside, he was boiling with rage. The Japanese nation tossed China's ponytail on the table and took off again. But first, he stopped by his room for his camera, changing into modern clothing as well. He would need to dress in more comfortable clothes if he were to comfortably kill the three for doing whatever they did to his brother. The camera was mainly for China. If his hair was the shortest it has ever been in all of history, Japan needed a picture.

Once in the lobby, Japan looked all around. He had no idea where they even were. He then stopped by the hotel gift shop, asking the worker if she had seen any of them.

"Short brown hair and golden eyes? Oh, yes! I have seen him!" the worker smiled. "He bought a hat, sunglasses, and a pair of gloves. It looked like he was heading towards Central Park."

"Arigatogozaimasu!" Japan thanked the worker before running off again. Hopefully it wouldn't be too hard to find the others.

Thanks to those who reviewed last chapter! They're loved! DUN DUN DUN! Here comes Japan! Please excuse any issues with grammar, spelling, and/or language!