everything Chinese they say is translated by China, so you don't need extra translations. This was because I was discussing with a buddy about people speaking in other languages in their sleep, and then this came out of it. TADA!
When China sneaked into Russia's house at midnight, he fully expected everyone to be asleep. However, as he was setting down his stuff down and quietly shutting the front door, he heard mumbling. "What the-?" China asked, looking around. Who was awake at this ungodly hour?
The reason China was snooping around his lover's house was simple, though it did make him slightly ashamed. China had not one little tiny clue about what to get the Russian. Vodka was the simplest thing, but that was such an unoriginal gift. And besides, someone else was bound to give vodka to Russia anyways.
China slunk down the hall, turning to the first door on the left and peeking into the first room, Estonia's room. There, as per usual, the Estonian slept on his side, curled protectively around the smaller Latvia, who was himself curled into a tight ball. China resisted the urge to snap a photo for Japan, because he knew the younger Asian would pay up big-time for a shot like that, but there were more important things than blackmail.
China went farther down the hall, passing up Latvia's door on the right side, and quietly opened the next door to his left that belonged to Belarus. The slightly psychotic blonde was currently not inside her room. China briefly wondered if the still occurring yet slightly louder mumbles could be her, before ruling her out. Mexico and Belarus were always at the same house. Either Mexico and Belarus were in her room, or Belarus and Mexico were at Mexico's house. Also, Mexico slept like the dead, which seemed to be a family trait. If the Belarusian went somewhere to do something in the dead of night, it was improbable that Mexico would be anywhere besides sprawled out in her bed, snoring loudly. And, he wasn't here, which means the lovers probably went to Mexico's house. Probably because of America's New Years party.
China continued down the hall, turning to the next door on the right. This was Ukraine's bedroom, and the door was ajar. China peeked in and saw her lying in bed, hugging a pillow to her large chest. Hm...
The Chinese man went farther down the hall, to the end, and looked to his left. Lithuania's door, decorated with sparkly stickers and pink marker, was open just a crack. He pushed it open and found Poland sprawled out in Lithuania's bed, with the Lithuanian lying on top of him. Both were snoring, and both were covered by the blanket, but it was obvious that both were naked, and this made China blush. He shut the door for them. So the mumbling that had become more coherent as he progressed down the hall could not be them, either.
Finally, the black-haired man turned to Russia's room, wide open. China had of course been into the room billions of times, but it was strange that someone in Russia's room had just said something nonsensical...in Chinese. China shook his head. Who the heck was speaking Chinese in Russia's room at such a time?
"Nǎlǐ shì yùshì?" Russia asked in his sleep, which translates to 'where is the bathroom?' in Chinese. China shrugged, coming over and answering him in Chinese.
"Tā shì nǐ de fángzi, nǐ yīnggāi zhīdào, Ivan!" China replied, more or less scolding the Russian for not knowing where the bathroom was in his own house.
"Dàn Yao-Yao, wǒ wàngle yīxiē rìzi..." Russia trailed off, replying that he forgets sometimes. China smiled, wondering to himself if Russia had picked up all that Chinese just by listening to China chatter on to his people. So, he decided to ask, this time only using English.
"Where did you learn these Chinese words, aru?" China asked. Russia coughed slightly, becoming silent. For a moment, China thought that maybe the platinum blonde would only answer if speaking Chinese, but then he answered.
"Yao-Yao talked, and I vrote down. I vant to talk to Yao-Yao in his native tongue. I like speaking Chinese to him..." Russia murmured. China grinned evilly. He knew what his present would be now. He kissed Russia's forehead and ran off.
Russia slowly woke up at the feeling of the kiss. "Yao-Yao?" he asked, but no one was there. So he yawned, laid back down, and fell back asleep.
Russia was listening with a smile as Estonia and Latvia told the story of how they found a bottle of vodka that was half the size of Latvia for Russia's present. That's big for a vodka bottle, if you didn't know. Lithuania and Poland had just handed over a bouquet of sunflowers, and Poland was complaining to Ukraine about how they had looked everywhere for the flowers.
Ukraine was giggling, nodding and replying to Poland as she ran her fingers through her baby brother's hair. Russia didn't seem to mind her, and actually seemed to be enjoying it. Ukraine's present had been a blanket that she had knitted herself, which to some people would seem odd and not the best present, but Russia was ecstatic when he saw it.
Korea barged into the house suddenly, shouting out his happy birthdays. Japan dashed in after him. "Yong Soo, knock next time!" he urged.
"Why? Barging in originated in Korea, da-ze!" Korea replied with a big grin.
"That I can actually believe," Hong Kong spoke up as Taiwan and him followed the Korean and Japanese duo into the house. Taiwan giggled.
"Happy birthday, Russia!" she smiled. Russia smiled back politely.
"I had dream last night that Yao-Yao vas in my room, and ve vere talking in Chinese, and he kissed my forehead. Vhere is Yao-Yao? I vanted to tell him," Russia inquired. The Asian family all chuckled, giving each other glances and nodding. "Vhat?"
"Nothing, Russia," Japan finally dismissed. "He was getting his present from the car. He should be coming in soon." As if on cue, China came into the house right after, shutting the door behind him.
"Aiyaaa, it's cold!" he cried, shivering. He took off his jacket and set down his bag, coming over with a present in hand. "Open it, Ivan, aru!" he grinned, holding it out. Russia eagerly took it, kissing China on his cheek.
"Last night I had dream that Yao-Yao vas in my room, and ve vere talking in Chinese! That is strange, da?" Russia giggled as he unwrapped the present.
"That is strange, aru. Would you like to speak Chinese, aru?" China inquired, flashing his younger siblings warning looks as they tried to stifle their laughter.
Russia looked up at China with sparkling eyes. "Da, I vould like that very much!" he replied eagerly, taking the wrapping off his present without looking at it.
"Then I chose well, aru." Russia blinked, confused, and looked down at a "Chinese for Dummies" book with 'dummy' taped over and 'Ivan' written in the blank space. Russia laughed, hugging China and kissing him happily.
"Yay!" he cheered. China sighed in relief.
"Let's put this book to use, aru. Tell me what I want to hear," China ordered. Puzzled, Russia opened the book and looked through the pages.
"Gǎnxiè nǐ ne?" he replied questioningly. China smacked a hand to his forehead.
"Your welcome, Ivan, but that's not what I meant," he sighed. Russia kept searching.
"Nǐ zuò fàn hǎo!" Russia exclaimed, obviously sure that was the answer. China gave him an odd look, shaking his head.
"I'm glad you like my cooking, Ivan, but that wasn't it either," he replied. Russia put down the book, giving his boyfriend a hopeless look. "Aiyaaa!" China groaned. "Wǒ ài nǐ!"
Russia flipped through pages, looking for a translation. "Oh!" he finally cried. "I love you too, Yao-Yao!" he grinned. "I mean, wǒ yě ài nǐ!" he repeated in Chinese.
They heard a crash from the kitchen, shattering the romance they had finally achieved. China's face went blank, showing he knew exactly who had made that noise. "Yong Soo-!" he started to call.
"That was not my fault! It jumped at me, I promise you! And promises originated in Korea!"
Hong Kong scoffed. "Did breaking promises originate there too?" he jeered. Korea came out, covered in flour. Japan and China facepalmed at the same time.
"I got bored with you Chinese speaking lovebirds and wanted to make something!" Korea protested. Japan, Ukraine, and Lithuania all got up.
"I'll clean it," they all volunteered, and Ukraine and Lithuania brushed past Korea into the kitchen. Japan crossed his arms and scolded his boyfriend without saying a word. Korea pouted.
"I'm sorry, Kiku..." he whined.
"Go to the bathroom, Yong Soo. Clean yourself up and don't make a bigger mess," Japan ordered. Korea nodded.
"Good luck with that," Taiwan mumbled under her breath. Korea shot Taiwan and Hong Kong a grumpy pout and trudged to the bathroom.
Russia shrugged. "Is okay. I have vodka and Yao-Yao," he reassured. China just laughed.
Russia doesn't care that Korea has just made a mess of his kitchen. He's got vodka and China, and that's all he needs.
I just, like, threw this up. I hope you like it. I enjoyed writing Korea as a hyperactive troublemaker. I'm reading The Lost Hero by Rick Riordan, and somehow I wrote Korea similarly to how Leo is. which makes sense, because Leo is definately my favorite 3