China was in the middle of cooking when his phone suddenly rings. Grumbling he runs over and picks up the phone in his kitchen. "Ni hao?" "Oh good China you answered!" "Now what do you want France?" "China its true! The world IS ending!" China cant help but laugh. " You believe that?" "I saw it happen! Little Italy barely made it out of his house alive!" " How would you know? You were watching Italy? That's not right!" "no no no! that's not it! I had to get him out of his house alive! Just look out your window! Chunks of white stuff are falling out of the sky!" Something smells burnt…Oh no! Chinas food has caught on fire! "Ah! I have to go!" China quickly hangs up and grabs a cloth. He hits the fire repeatedly trying to extinguish it. After a couple of hits it goes out. Sighing China throws the cloth aside and slumps on the kitchen floor. He just wasted some perfectly good dinner! Its all the stupid Frances fault! China sits there a while until a loud thump is heard nearby, shaking the ground slightly. He gets up and looks out his window. He sees that a house was hit by something he cant see because of all the smoke. China runs to his door and opens it, he sprints down the street towards the house. He sees a small crowd of people near the house that was hit. Normal people, not Countries. He pushes past some of them and looks at the house. Something large and white hit the right side of the roof. He stares at it and suddenly something inside it moves. He is just about to say something when someone shoves him aside. He falls to the ground with an 'oof' and looks up at the person who shoved him. "Hey! That hurt!" The normal human looks at him and shrugs. "Didn't see you" He turns and looks at the house. "You an ass!" China shouts a little too loudly and gets up. He is tempted to go on a rampage on this person but that wouldn't be fair. He walks away to his house completely forgetting the attacked house. He wasn't even able to ask what happened but he didn't care anymore. He storms into his house and slams the door. Walking into the kitchen he begins to clean up his burnt dinner. Once everything is clean he wonders if he should make another dinner. Sighing he gets some more ingredients and chops them up. A couple minutes later he makes half a dozen dumplings. Taking his food to his table he eats there silently while looking out of his kitchen window and gazing at the attacked house. Could that be what France was talking about? He said white chunks and that is definitely white. Maybe France was telling the truth. Scoffing, China finishes his dumplings and cleans the plates. He walks upstairs and into his room. As soon as he walks in there is another thud, this one was a little closer. hnrg