"How long have we been looking!?" America complained, taking a seat on one of the park benches. "It feels like we've been looking for weeks!"
"Close. Two hours," England answered. His patience was clearly running low as well.
"He's your 'adoptive son', France. Where is he?" America continued in his complaining voice.
"Oi! I only said that to‒"
"There you three are!"
Upon hearing a familiar Japanese voice, all three nations turned to where the voice was coming from, seeing Japan with a not so happy look.
" 'Sup, Kik‒"
"What did you three do to my brother?" Japan asked sternly, cutting America off. "I hear from Russia-San that you three were helping him with his age, find his hair cut, and go to his room to find a mess! Where is he!?"
The three western nations all turned to each other with nervous glances. Japan was not one to be trifled with. None of the Asian countries were really.
"W-well, you see‒"
"WAAHHHH!" France was just about to explain when suddenly a loud cry broke out.
"What the hell!?" America shouted, falling out of his seat. "Who was that?"
"Probably just a lost child," England answered yet another one of America's questions. "Poor tyke."
"Well, let's go help find his or her parents then!" America suggested, standing back up. "That's what heroes do!"
"We're looking for China, remember?" France butted in, forgetting Japan was present as well.
"You lost my brother!?"
"Let's find the child!" England shouted, trotting away as America ran and France followed behind.
"W-we can look for him as we help the kid out!" America planned.
"WAAHH! WAAHH!" a young girl continued balling her eyes out.
"What's wrong?"
"I-I c-can't find m-my mommy a-and my balloon f-flew away," she managed to say in between hiccups, eyes still clinched shut.
"Shhh, it's okay. Calm down." She felt the stranger's hand on her cheek, wiping her tears away. "Don't cry. Big strong princesses don't cry, right aru?"
The little girl slowly opened her puffy eyes, meeting face to face with the kind stranger, China. It didn't matter if he was 15 or 15000, China still had his big brother side.
"B-but what about m-my mommy and balloon?" the little girl asked, looking up at the yellow balloon currently stuck in the tree besides them.
China looked skeptically at the balloon, standing back up. "I can most likely get it aru," he said, smiling down at the girl. She looked up at him with big innocent eyes as the Chinese nation removed his (Hong Kong's) headphones and iPod as well as set his new skateboard down.
With a determined look, China sprinted towards the tree the balloon was stuck in, kicking off the trunk and grabbing onto one of the branches. The young girl watched in awe as the 15-year-old nation hopped and pulled himself onto different branches with steady quickness.
When he reached the balloon, China noticed he was pretty far up. He looked around first, seeing a wonderful view of the park. "Woah..." He was snapped back when hearing the little girl call for him.
"Can you reach it, mister?" she shouted as loud as she could so he could hear.
"Yeah! Give me a second aru!" China shouted back with a little chuckle.
Because he was farther up, the branch the balloon was tangled on was a lot thinner than the ones below. China had to carefully balance on the branch while making his way towards the balloon. Don't look down, just focus on the balloon he told himself, now untangling the string from the branch.
"Got cha," China smirked. Sadly, his weight on the branch caused it to snap. "AI!"
"MISTER!"
As China fell, he hit many branches, causing some to snap. The little girl flinched eat time he hit one. Luckily, besides landing flat on the ground, one of China's legs hooked onto one of the lowest and thickest branches, stopping his descent. The Chinese nation looked at his hand, still seeing it clutched onto the string and seeing the balloon still intact. It was a wonder why it didn't pop on the way down.
"Thank goodness, you're okay!" the little girl said to China, who was dangling upside-down.
"Yep! I won't be knocked down so easily aru!" Child proudly said, grabbing a hold of the branch with his hands, then freeing his foot. He landed perfectly on his feet when letting go of the branch a moment later.
"I believe this is your aru," Child smiled, kneeling down to the little girl. The girl smile as he tied the string around her wrist, giving the nation a big hug.
"Thank you, mister!"
China was shocked at the sudden action at first, but then hugged the young girl back. "You can call me 'Yao' aru."
"Okay, Yao! You can call me Annie!"
China laughed. "Okay, Annie. Let's go find your mom now aru."
Annie's eyes started watering again, but instead of crying, she gave a dedicated look and nod. China smiled at this.
"Great," China said, turning Annie around and picking her up, lifting her onto his shoulders. "Where should we look first aru?" he asked, also picking up his stuff.
Annie looked around at the new view; everything was so much higher for her. "Wow!" she gasped, eyes filled with wonder and stars. China chuckled, starting to walk around.
"Where did you last see your mother aru? And what does she look like?"
"Um, she was by the pond before I ran after a pretty butterfly," Annie answered. "She has long, curled hair. She was wearing a sunhat today and a light blue dress."
The two continued walking around, walking towards the pond. China was looking all around for a woman who matched Annie's description while she did the same, looking around with her new point of view at the same time. It wasn't until they reached the pond that China noticed a woman who matched the given description and was frantically looking around.
"Mommy!" Annie shouted, tears rolling down her cheek.
"Annie!" the women shouted back, running to her daughter and China. Tears were also running down her cheek.
"Thank goodness you're okay!" she cried as China bend down a bit, Annie's mother taking her off of his shoulders and into her arms. "Thank you so much, young man, for helping me and my daughter!" the woman thanked China.
"Yao helped me get my balloon when it flew away, Mommy!" Annie excitedly shared.
"The pleasure's all mine aru," China smiled, scratching the back of his head. "I'm glad I could help."
"Just, thank you! Thank you so mu‒"
"YAO!" Annie's mother was instantly cut off when a certain American came running and gripping China in a tight hug. "I'm so glad we found you!"
"W-what aru?"
"Thank goodness you are alright." China turned, seeing France, England, and his brother, Japan. "Are you the one who found him?" France asked Annie's mother. "Thank you so much. How can we ever repay you?"
"Oh no, I didn't find him. He found my Annie," Annie's mother explained.
"He helped me find my mommy and saved my balloon."
"I'm sorry, I didn't know Yao was lost. May I ask who you are?" Annie's mother asked. She didn't see much resemblance between any of them.
"Oui~ My name is Francis Bonnefroy. I am Yao's adoptive father."
"You're my what!?"
"Hon hon hon~ He's such a rebellious teenager. You know how they can be~" France laughed, blocking China from the two.
Annie's mother started giggling, agreeing with France. "Yes. I have both a niece and nephew around Yao's age. Well, we best be going, right Annie?" Annie nodded at her mother, turning to China a second later.
"Thank you, Yao!"
The nations all waved goodbye as the two walked away. The moment they were out of sight, China was off away, riding away on his skateboard.
"Hey!" America yelled, running after him.
"Get back here this instant!" England yelled as well, right behind America.
"What did you three do to Nii-San?" Japan asked France, crossing his arms. They were the only ones not going back and forth in circles.
"Uh-uh-uh! I had nothing to do with his transformation," France claimed, crossing his arms as well and sticking his nose up. "America was the one who tried to prank England."
"Fine. What did America-San do Nii-San?" Japan asked, snapping a few pictures of his brother as well as some of a steaming America and England.
"He turned China into a 15 year old. Mind, senses, opinions, everything."
"What about his history?" Japan asked another question, though his tone of voice showing he was nervous instead of irked.
"Still there," France answered. "Just in a teenaged mind."
"Oh my goodness..."
"Can't you two do something!?" England shouted from where he was, completely out of breath. The Brit was the most irritated with everything. "Blood hell! This is all America's bloody fault!" England cursed, venting his anger while yanking his messy, blonde locks.
"Hey! I wasn't trying to hit China!" America yelled back, also a bit out of breath, though not as much as the Brit. "It was your fault for not walking through the door first!"
"What!?"
"Well, at least one thing is worth all this chaos," France snickered to Japan. "It's hilarious seeing England so distressed." Japan only bared his teeth weakly at France's remark.
"Ah ha ha ha ha!"
All four turned to China, seeing the nation hunched down in laughter.
"You guys are acting so ridiculous aru!" he managed to say between laughs.
"We're acting ridiculous!? China, you need to come with us now or you'll be stuck like that!" England exasperated, grabbing China's arm. The Chinese nation only yanked back, giving him the evil glare.
"So be it. I like being young ahen."
"So you're going to represent the fourth largest country in the world, a country with vast history and is the most populated, as an idiotic child?" England pointed out.
"Who said I was idiotic ahen?" China growled back.
"You little‒" England grabbed China by his shirt, pulling the currently younger nation close. China only gave a sly smirk as if daring the Brit to do something.
"England, let's not do something rash," France said, trying to pulled England back by his shoulder.
"Listen to France, man. China could kick your ass before and he can do it now," America added.
"They're right, Opium," China slyly said, shortening the distance between their faces. "I'd listen to them if I were you ahen." His smirk was still present and clearly getting onto England's nerves.
"Nii-San," Japan called in a slight pleading voice, trying to pull back his brother as well.
England was just about to lash out again at China, but something stopped him. China had lost all interest in him, looking past him at rustling bushes. England noticed his focused look, turning to the bushes as well; everyone had. What popped up left everyone blank with disbelief.
Out of nowhere, a panda poked his head out of the bushes.
"What the hell?" America said aloud what everyone was thinking; everyone but China.
"Panda!" China shouted, face lighting up as he rocketed away from the others towards the panda. "So cute aru!" No matter what, China was a loving big brother with a mass interest in cute things.
"What the hell is a panda doing here!?" England yelled. He had had enough excitement for the day.
Right as China was about to reach the panda, France appeared before him and chopped the back of the Chinese nation's neck, knocking him out. The French nation caught a hold of China as he was falling and carried him on his shoulder.
"Well, that worked out fine," France said with a boisterous grin.
"Nii-San!" Japan panicked.
"Way to go, France!" America said with a toothy smile, holding a thumb up.
"W-What about the pand‒" England began to ask, questioning the appearance of the mammal. That was when the panda stood on its legs, pulling off its head. It turned out to be Russia in his panda costume. "Eh!?"
"Glad I could be of assistance," Russia smiled. Everyone chuckled nervously or shuddered.
"R-right," England said. "Okay, now all we need to do is get China back to the hotel and change him back before he wakes u‒ France! Put your hand down you perverted frog!" England was just explaining the plan before he turned and saw France's hand on China and touching a place he most certainly would not want touched, especially by the French nation.
"What? I don't want him to fall," France lied, turning a blind eye on what he was doing. Off to the side, America was snickering.
"Dude, really?" the American asked, giving a smirk with crossed arms and a raised brow.
"Ugh! I'll carry him, sick wanker," England growled, pulling China away from France. The French nation gave complains and a pout, but England was not hearing any of it. "Trust me, China would be thanking me for taking him away from you because of how you were holding him," the Brit arrogantly said.
"Or choking you because of how you're holding him," America said, pointing out that the English nation was carrying the unconscious Oriental bridal style.
"What do you mean?" England asked, raising a thick brow and looking down at China. He was indeed holding him bridal style. The realization caused the Brit to turn pink.
"England-San..." Japan lowly said. England started stuttering incoherently, turning a brighter shade of pink, as Japan made his way over to him and his brother. "I think I'll be the one carrying my brother back to the hotel," the Japanese nation said, pulling China out of England's hands and onto his back. He relaxed a bit when feeling China's soft breaths on his neck.
"If you would like any more assistance, I believe I could help da?" Russia smiled cheerfully at Japan, causing said nation to tense up again.
"N-no, it's fine, Russia-San. I can carry him."
"Is he heavier? Dude grew when he changed," America stated as they made their way into the hotel after the walk, holding China's stuff.
"Just a bit," Japan answered, shrugging. "Now, about the task of changing him back…"
Aiyah... been a long wait... sorry guys! Honestly didn't think this would be that popular. got a bunch of 'favorites' and 'follows' in the past... three... months... *bangs head on table* Hey! I haven't been that great health wise! TT3TT ((as some may know from my other works)) Thanks for sticking with me and for the favs and follows! Please excuse grammar, spelling, and/or language! Reviews are loved!