((I think I blew this one.

Alrighty. Well, the "China in a fashion show" idea seemed to be wanted, so here it is. And to tell the truth, this is why I stick to writing the Asians. Everyone else I UTTERLY SUCK AT WRITING FOR. T-T

But...enjoy the hilarity. ))

"SAY WHAT?!"

"Pffft..."

"Seriously, aru! SAY WHAT?!"

Hong Kong held up a green flyer. "I was bored, so I decided to enter you in a fashion show that France is hosting."

"Dear God." China put a hand to his temple. "Why do you do this to me, aruuuu?"

Hong Kong tried to keep himself from laughing, but his mouth was still twitching. "Oh come on. You'll probably win."

"NUH-UH, ARU!" China cried. "I don't want to strut down some stupid runway so that Frenchie can see me try on men's underwear, aru! No way!"

Hong Kong coughed to cover up a snort. "Um...not men's."

China stopped dead. "What do you mean...?"

"I entered you as a woman."

Awkward silence.

SMACK.

Hong Kong found himself flying towards the opposite wall and slamming into it. China was holding his trusty wok, those gold dragon eyes appearing again. "What did I tell you about doing these kind of pranks, aru?!" he snarled.

"Ah..."

Before China could do anything else, however, a certain Korean made himself known. "MANSAE!"

China was thrown to the floor as the big teen technically bodyslammed him. "Hi, aniki! I heard something in the living room so..." He faltered when he saw the look on China's face.

"Get off me, aru."

"Yes, sir." Korea rolled off.

China stood up, and then said, "Now! Let's address the issue at hand, aru. Hong Kong, please tell me you have thrown away the entry slip."

"I mailed it this morning. You can't ask for it back."

Awkward silence.

Two seconds later, China was banging his head against the wall. "WHY...IS...IT...ALWAYS...ME...ARU?!"

Hetalia, aru!

As soon as the two Asians managed to pull China out of the Corner of Woe, Korea suggested they at least try to give China some modelling advice.

So they called Taiwan.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" Taiwan cracked up as soon as Hong Kong gave her the story. "Hong Kong, you are a mad genius."

"Tell me something I don't know," said Hong Kong in response.

Taiwan then turned her attention to China and looked him up and down. "Hmm..." She made a thinking face. "Well, these two are right, sensei. You DO have a girly body."

"HEY!"

"But," Taiwan continued, "That will help us pass you off better if this masquarade is to work!" Taiwan grabbed China's hand and started dragging him to the bedroom. "TO THE DRESSING ROOM!"

Hetalia!

"Ta-daaaaa!" Taiwan said, opening the bedroom door with a flourish.

China stepped out in a bright red and gold chongsum dress, with two sections of his hair parted into buns which were held with gold ornaments. He would have looked very pretty if it weren't for the very annoyed expression on his face.

Hong Kong and Korea looked at each other. They looked at China. They looked at each other.

Then, they both burst out laughing.

China's eyes narrowed at the two, who were rolling around on the floor. Taiwan giggled slightly, too.

Finally, Hong Kong stood up, choking, "I mean, it looks pretty on you...sensei...pffft..." Hong Kong was grinning from ear to ear.

Korea managed to calm down too, gasping, "I can't take such a beautiful Aniki..."

"Forget it, aru," said China, trying to loosen the decorations from his hair. "I'm not going, aru."

"Aw, come on, sensei!" Taiwan whined. "You could steal the show if you let me help!"

China looked over at her, his eyes half-lidded.

"I'll stop teasing you for a week!" she offered hastily.

China stared at her a little more, then sighed. "Ugh...fine..."

"Yay!" Taiwan cried. "Back to the dressing room!"

Hetalia!

Two weeks later, at the grand show...

The runway was empty as the audience waited, Korea bouncing with excitement and Hong Kong with his cell phone camera at the ready.

Backstage, China was getting ready to go out (dressed in a lovely blue Asian dress with dragon patterns) as Taiwan gave him a pep talk. "All you have to do is just walk around the stage like you own the place, strike a pose, and move on. That's it. Oh, and remember to swish your hips a little as you walk. Girls do that. And other than that, smile! No one will be the wiser. Good luck, sensei!" And with that, she headed back to her hiding spot behind the curtains.

China tried to keep himself from panicking as he heard France announce the show outside the curtain. He tried hard to keep Taiwan's advice in his head, but it was hard when all he could think about was messing up. Darn.

Suddenly, the curtains parted slightly and one by one, each woman made her way to the stage. China struggled to keep his breath under control as he stepped out into the bright spotlights.

China overlooked the audience as he walked by, trying to retain a nice look as he searched for Korea and Hong Kong in the crowd. Finally, he found them, and saw them waving and grinning as he passed.

Taiwan watched from backstage, praying China would be as inconspicuous as she hoped. But, China was doing fine, and did the best moe pose he knew after watching so many Kagamine Rin videos. The crowd went wild.

And, believe it or not, China actually had fun.

Hetalia!

A couple of days later, at the World Conference...

"Wow, France! That fashion show you hosted the other day totally rocked!" America said in the midst of the daily chatter.

"Well, of course. I am the most fashionable country out there, non?"

"It was okay, Frenchie," grumbled England, rolling his eyes.

"It was most enjoyable, Furansu-san," said Japan.

China ignored the talk about the show as he tried to relax, but then...

"However, the black-haired woman in the Chinese dress was the prettiest, da?" said Russia, cutely as always.

"Yeah! She was truly bella!" pitched in Italy.

As the Big 8 began discussing the mysterious Chinese woman, China's grip on the pencil he held was so strong it snapped in half.

On the other side of the room, Korea, Taiwan, and Hong Kong were snickering, looking pointedly at China.

...

And for the rest of the day, China had to resist not smacking Hong Kong and Taiwan silly.

((If you don't get the mini-dragon references, check out the Superpower Request quickie.

I'm sorry if this was horribly written.

Coming up next: Firecracker Withdrawal featuring Korea and Hong Kong!

Hetalia is not mine.

See you next time!))