Yao was annoyed.

After that day that Alfred and Feliciano called to inform the world about their first plans, the others have been keeping a closer eye on the eldest nation. In another way of speaking, Russia.

Ever since he drove home that day, Yao would always get that prickling feeling that he was being watched. More often than not, Russia would just so happen to be at the same place that he was and would tag along. The nation did this wherever Yao went and quite frankly, he was getting tired of it.

Yao had to do many things ever since he realized this. For one, he had to wear his contacts while in his own home. Sometimes, Russia would randomly knock on the door for the silliest of things, such as if he had seen the beautiful flowers outside. Another thing was that he had to clean up the house. When he had broken all the mirrors, Alfred had helped him clean up. However, Yao had been rather lazy for the last couple months and a new mess had started to take over. The last thing was his opium.

Yao couldn't take his opium with Russia always watching him. He was certain that if the large nation caught him, he would continue to watch before blackmailing him. Or he would tell England, France, and the others at the next world meeting. Yao couldn't afford to have his addiction found out that way, so he hid the syringes in a secret compartment under the floorboards just outside his bedroom.

And as the time passed, Yao was getting more and more irritated. Add to that the withdrawal from his opium and now you've got yourself a rather pissed off nation.

Yao gave a rather violent cough, his body hunching over in his chair. Many of the other nations were watching him in concern as this played out. The nation had on a surgical mask that covered his nose and mouth to avoid spreading his germs to his fellows. Inwardly, Yao was cursing just about everyone he knew for stopping him from taking his opium, even if it was only a small amount of involvement. And that was a lot of people.

"China-san, are you alright," Japan asked. The nation looked over with narrowed eyes.

"I'm fine Japan," Yao said harshly, "It's not that bad."

"Are you sure Teacher," Korea asked, "That sounded pretty nasty da-ze."

Yao turned away without answering, an angered scowl on his face. He ignored the concerned comments that many were asking him. He stood from his chair and was about to leave the room when someone placed their hand on his shoulder and he snapped. Yao spun around, grabbing the person's hand and flipping them onto the floor in front of him.

He gave a rather snake-like hiss at poor Prussia who was wincing on the marble floor before letting go and looked at all the shocked nations.

"I've had about enough of all your bullshit," Yao snarled. Then, he sharply turned on his heel and left. He vaguely heard the sound of England's voice ordering Russia, Mongolia, and Japan to follow him. When he heard the three sets of footsteps, the nation picked up his pace, holding his hat in place at the top of his head. The contacts dissolved when he ran out into the rain, his eyes now glowing a bright, bloody red. Yao ignored the calls from behind as he hopped into his car and started the engine.

Let the race begin.

Yao swerved in between the many cars on the highway, not looking back. He knew that the three nations were in pursuit. Judging by the sounds he heard, the other three each had taken their own cars. Yao suddenly smirked.

"Alfred would kill to be here," he thought, "It's just like in his race car movies!"

Then a thought came to him and Yao grinned wildly.

He picked up his cell phone and dialled.

Yao's eyes narrowed as the side of his car was pushed against the rail of the cliff. Russia was mercilessly trying to get him to stop, the large van grinding against the smaller car. Behind them, Japan and Mongolia were yelling at the Russian to stop. He couldn't hear them. Time seemed to freeze as the rail broke.

Russia's eyes widened in shock as the car began to topple over the edge. To Yao, time slowed down. He could see the sea's crashing waves below. Thinking fast, Yao open the window on the side of the cliff and unbuckled his seatbelt.

"China," Russia yelled, "What are you doing?!"

Yao ignored him and climbed out of the window and onto the roof. The car tilted over the edge as the Chinese man took a running leap. Mongolia and Japan watched as the car fell over and Yao grabbed onto the top of Russia's van and pulled himself up. The nation held onto the wet surface as tightly as he could as the van came to a halt.

Yao slipped off and landed on his feet as Russia, Japan and Mongolia all got out of their vehicles. The man hurried over to the edge and looked out to the sea, watching his car sink under the waves. He whipped back around, red eyes glaring.

"That was my favourite car aru," he shouted, "Look what you did to it!" His eyes shocked them and they took a step back.

"I said that I was enough of this bullshit," Yao continued, "And yet you still decided to follow me!"

"We're worried about you," Mongolia countered, "All of us."

"I highly doubt that," Yao spit. The four stood in the rain, their clothes becoming soaked. Finally, Japan spoke up.

"China-san?" When the nation narrowed his eyes, the Japanese man decided to try a different tactic.

"Yao-nii," he asked, "Are you alright? Is something wrong?"

"Something wrong aru," Yao replied, tilting his head, "No, I'm alright. Nothing is wrong….," he shook his head, "Nothing is wrong…. Nothing, nothing is wrong at all aru…."

"Are you sure?" Japan's brows furrowed in concern.

Yao frowned and looked at his feet. Silence was the only sound besides the rain. Then, the sound of chuckling made its way to their ears and they took another step back when the nation flew into a bout of hysterical laughter. His head lifted itself to the sky and his laughter scared them.

"Are you alright aru," Yao questioned, giggling, "Is something wrong aru? Are you sure aru? Are you sure aru?!" His laughter slowly died down, replaced by the occasional chuckle.

"Am I alright aru? I don't know~! Do I seem alright to you Japan?"

The three could only stand and stare, their mouths gapping open as Yao began laughing once more.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" The nations whipped around to the cliff and looked up. Standing above them was Alfred and Feliciano, the two nations bearing equivalent insane grins.

"It's about time~! You were taking forever aru," Yao whined.

"You called them here," Russia asked, "Why?"

"Because," Yao smirked, pulling out a large butcher knife from his back pocket, much to the shock of the nations, "I wanted to get in on the action!"

"Action," Japan asked.

"Why si, Japan," Feliciano said, "We're making a movie! We're making a new world!"

"Ne-"

Alfred pulled out a baseball bat. However, upon closer inspection, the three noticed that it had nails stuck in it near the top. Feliciano then pulled out several throwing knives.

"Yes," Alfred said, "A new world. A world where you all don't exist."

Russia pulled out his tap pipe, violet eyes narrowing. Japan frowned but slid into a karate stance beside Mongolia. Their enemies all grinned more widely.

Then, they attacked.

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