Sorry about not updating this for a month and a half. There was graduation, then a camping trip, and a trip, and studies, and I just got back into the Elder Scrolls games, and a whole bunch of stuff I am too lazy to put down. And Steam too. I got Hatoful Boyfriend and a bunch of other distracting games, but that's besides the point. Enjoy the story

"Latvia!" Estonia was looking for Latvia, the shortest one out of the Baltic Trio.

"Estonia! Come here!" Latvia's voice rang through the hall, from the bathroom. Estonia reluctantly walked into the bathroom where Latvia was. Estonia knocked on the door.

"Latvia? I need to talk to you."

"Same! Get in here!"

"Come out here! It's about my laptop! I know you're hitting puberty, so did you download any porn on my computer? It has a virus!" Estonia was looking at his laptop, which had a half rendered picture of a nude lady and a pop-up with a virus alert. He dropped it, though, as the door opened and Estonia was pulled into the bathroom.

"Ah! Latvia, be careful!" Estonia had suddenly noticed Latvia wearing a helmet and holding a gun, while shaking terribly.

"Shh! What if she hears you?"

"She? Who's sh-"

"B-Belarus! Haven't you noticed anything different about her?" Estonia started to think about the other day.

The Other Day, Dinner Time

"Hey, Estonia."

"Ah, Ms. Belarus! W-what can I do for you?"

"Um, make dinner, I guess?"

"Yes. Pierogies again?"

"Actually, no. Do we have any rice?"

"Rice? You mean, like, Chinese rice?"

"Yeah. Make that."

The Bathroom

"Yeah, she did want something different for dinner the other day. But so what, she wanted a change of taste. Nothing weird about that, right?" Latvia shook his head.

"No, there's more."

Yesterday

"Oi, Latvia!"

"Oh! Y-yes Ms. Be-Belarus!"

"Make some tea."

"Er, yes ma'am!" Latvia brewed some tea for Belarus, and brought it to Belarus on a tray.

"Here you go B-AH!" Latvia tripped over his shoelaces and dropped the whole tray on Belarus, who was now soaking wet.

"Agh! My dress!"

"OH SHI- MS. BELARUS PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!" Latvia was shrinking in his boots, while he braced for a stab from Belarus.

"I'm fine. Just a spill, it's fine Latvia."

Bathroom

"What? She let you off just like that?"

"Yeah! I was expecting her to stab me! I think she is biding her time, waiting for the right moment to attack!"

"Latvia, don't be ridiculous. I'm sure Belarus-"

Before Estonia could finish, the door opened, and Lithuania walked in.

"Why are you both in here? Latvia, is puberty making you want to... explore?"

"N-no!" Latvia was blushing as red as a tomato. "We're discussing Belarus."

"Belarus? Why?"

"Lithuania, haven't you noticed?" Estonia walked closer to Lithuania. "Belarus has changed. She is nicer now!"

"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you guys that! The plan worked! Belarus is with China now, and she is being nice to us because I told her about China"

"Ch-China? You got Belarus a girlfriend?"

"China's a boy, Latvia... YOU GOT BELARUS A BOYFRIEND!?"

"No, Belarus is learning from China on how to get Russia's attention." Latvia and Estonia looked at Lithuania, and began hugging him.

"BLESS YOU LITHUANIA!" They both cried, tears of joy spilling from their eyes.

China's Place, at the Same Time

"Belarus! You're here-aru." China and Belarus were in China's class room, now dusted an tidy. The window was open, and sunlight and the sound of chirping birds aired into the room. China was wearing an apron, and he held up a brush. Belarus held a brush too, but under her apron she wore a H*llo K*tty outfit, on China's orders. Both were kneeling behind short tables and they both had a roll of paper in front of them.

"Do I really have to wear this stupid costume when we're painting?"

"All you need is your hands, eyes, and imagination for this lesson-aru."

"What if I get it dirty?"

"Well, you have an apron, right? Besides, if you manage to get it dirty, even with the apron, I will teach a new lesson-aru!" China beamed a giant smile as he said that.

"What lesson would that be, old man?"

"How to discipline people-aru."

"...Oh."

"I'm chinese, I will do it you know."

"So, aren't we here to paint?"

"Ah, yes-aru! Now, today we are going to learn how to paint. But not just paint with a brush. We will learn incorporating chinese philosophies!Now, watch me paint a simple circle." China dipped his brush into a small pan of black paint, and painted a basic circle. Hey, it's not exactly easy to do a perfect circle.

"China?"

"Yes Belarus?"

"What's so special about a circle?"

"Ah, young student, it is not the circle that is important; it is the space inside it that is important."

"Is that one of your stupid proverbs?"

"Yes, as long as you remove the 'stupid' part. Now, with this circle, you can paint many things. A wheel, for example, can be made by-"

"Why would I want to paint a wheel?"

"Belarus, you need to see the big picture. A circle can be painted into a wheel. A wheel can be painted into a cart. A cart can be painted with a horse. The cart and horse can be painted into a village. And then, you have a beautiful painting of a lively village with a cart and horse in it."

"And why would I want to paint that?"

"...Do you want to get Russia or not?"

"Fine, just teach me how to paint a stinking work of art!"

"Alright. Now, what I explained just now is too hard for a beginner like you-aru. Instead, we will paint a basic symbol. The Yin-Yang Symbol."

"The what?"

"You know, that circle that's half white, half black, with a seed of the opposite shade in each side?"

"Oh, that. Well, it can't be too hard, right?" Belarus painted a circle onto her paper. It was very crooked and crappy.

"Ah, Belarus, you are not doing it right-aru."

"Well, isn't that obvious, geezer."

"Look," said China, moving his brush to the corner of Belarus' page. "You must not think too hard about painting a circle. You must only do."

"What?"

"Aiyaa... This is gonna be a long day-aru. Don't think too hard about making the circle perfect. Too much spice ruins the curry, as India would say. Think about that Belarus."

"I don't think he's ever said that. In fact, I think you think that India said it because it was a saying about curry."

"Good point. Other nations have curry too-aru. Thailand, for example, makes a mean coconut curry!"

"Enough about curry. We are painting, no?" Belarus had started to think about what China had said.

Too much spice ruins the curry. Belarus was in deep thought about this, as China had turned on a television. Too much spice, ruining curry... OH!

"I know. Too much thought into the circle will only ruin the painting."

"Huh? Oh- I mean, yes Belarus. Something among those lines-aru."

"China, what are you watching?" Belarus looked at the TV, which had 2 chinese ladies arguing

"You did what!? You knew he was my husband!"

"I couldn't wait for my husband to return from his trip. I was lonely, and he was shirtless!"

"You little bi-"

*Static noises*

"China, did you hear anything I said?"

"Yes, I did. After more than 5000 years, I have learned to multitask. For instance, teaching you painting and watching 'Real Housewives of Beijing'-aru."

"Well, did I get it right?"

"Yes, now apply that understanding to the paper-aru" China watched as Belarus closed her eyes, and painted a circle with one stroke. Cleaner and more elegant than her first time.

"Hau! Now you must draw the symbol inside."

"Okay. It's really simple looking." Belarus painted a curving line down the middle, the dots, and colored it in. To anyone else, it would have been a boring painting. But to Belarus, it meant one step closer to Russia.

"Good-aru. Now we will try to do something more advanced. Let's draw some flowers!"

"Shit."

China took a fresh piece of paper, and painted a flower. He used elegant, long, sweeping strokes of the brush, and he managed to create a simple but beautiful painting of a flower. A bit hard to visualize with only text, so look up a picture or something- I dunno.

"Now you try! Remember; for the stem, start from top to bottom in one stroke-aru."

America's House, at the same time

"I need a burger."

"Your first appearance on the story, and you already spent the burger joke. 'Ow unrefined, unlike moi."

"Shut up France! Your first appearance on the story, and you already spent the snooty attitude thing!"

"Well, before we start arguing, we might as well discuss why you called me over 'ere."

"Oh yeah! Well, it's just that, I haven't seen much of China lately. The war is proving harsher and harsher, and China's keeping to himself alot more man."

"'mm...C'est vrai, tres vrai. Le fluer chinoise-"

"Speak american!" America and France suddenly heard Britains voice from across the sea.

"It's english, you ruddy git!"

"Fine, if you want me to talk in such a barbaric language! It's true, very true. The chinese flower 'as not shown 'is beautiful face around as much as 'e used to. I am starting to miss 'im"

"Not just that, but I still need to borrow money from him!"

"Well, it would make sense if 'e was just occupied with the war in Asia, non?"

"Yeah, good point. Maybe we should check up on him, just in case."

"Well, it couldn't 'urt. 'Ow should we get to China's 'ouse?"

"Well, we can always go west, but Japan's there."

"Well, what if I charm Japan's new fille, Taiwan? She would let us see China, right?"

"No, remember when you flirted with Vietnam? Those Catholic Missionaries?*"

"Well, I now know not send send any. Besides, Taiwan seems more tame than Vietnam."

"Dude, why don't we just ask Russia to spy on China? I mean, the commie really likes China, and we can pay him to do it."

"Alright, but I don't trust that man-child."

China's House

"Not bad-aru. Except for one thing."

"What?"

"You accidentally got paint all over the room!" Belarus looked around the house, to see black, green, and purple streaks of paint on the windows and walls. She looked down, and had a beautiful painting of a single flower.

"You even got paint on the H*llo K*tty costume-aru!"

"Does that mean I don' have to wear it anymore?"

"No-aru. It also means I have to get it washed. Go to the bathroom and change-aru." Belarus went into the bathroom and came out wearing her dress and holding a green H*llo K*tty costume.

"Give me the costume. Ah, you even made the eyes purple, and you gave it a mouth! It's not cute anymore-aru!"

"I have a painting of a flower though, so that's all I need."

"Right, well you also wanted me to teach you how to play chinese music, right-aru?"

"Well, yeah, I guess."

"Hold on-aru." China got up and went into an cupboard. He pulled out a flute, made of bamboo and painted intricately with red. "This is called a dizi, basically a flute for you westerners. I haven't played my traditional instruments for a while, ever since I got a piano from Britain."

"Well, why don't we play piano? I'm more familiar with that."

"Because Russia likes chinese music, and these instruments are exclusively chinese. Now sit on a chair, and put the bottom of the erhu on your left knee. Hold up the neck straight, and hold it with your left hand."

"Alright, so I just blow into it?"

"Yes-aru. Give it a blow."

It was at this moment that China knew, he f*cked up.

Russia's place

"Da, I suppose I could to that for you." Russia was on the phone with America and France."

"Thanks dude. Francey face is worried over nothing."

"I am still 'ere, fat ass!"

"But of course, I will need something in return."

"Seriously dude? Not cool!"

"You're the one who wants me to do spying on China!"

"You do zat anyways! Fine, just tell us what le price is!"

"Hmm... I want... I want you to give me Americas prized collection of comic books."

"WHAT!?"

"Done!"

"And France's cheese collection"

"QUOI!?"

"Done, but this means war after this one dude!"

"You can try. Now, I'm off to spy on China. Have the stuff ready for my taking by tomorrow, Da?"

And with that, Russia hung up. America and France were left on the other line.

"No... S*perman! And B*tman! I just got the new issues!"

"My frommage, porquoi? Le frommage est ma-"

"Dude, this is a sacrifice only true heroes can make! You're the one who wanted to check up on China, so it's your fault!"

"*Sigh*, True. Well, Russia 'as much experience in spying on China, so this should be worth it."

Russia, putting the phone down, made his way into his room. He grabbed his binoculars and made his way outside, when suddenly he heard something through the window. It's sound was impossible to describe how horrible the noise was, but the noise was coming from China's house

"Well, even more reason to visit China!"

China's place

"Aiyaa! Stop, stop! I can't take it anymore-aru!" China was lying on the floor, holding hands to his ears, crying horribly. Belarus had her usual straight face, holding the dizi as if nothing happened.

"What?"

"That devil noise! Do not do that again!"

"So I take it that this isn't my instrument?"

"Hell no-aru! It sound like Greece's cats scratch on blackboard!" China took the flute and put them back in the cupboard. He looked deeper and found a bigger bigger.

"This is called a Guzheng. Not like most instruments in the west, it is very elegant." The instrument was like a flat board with 21 strings across it, held up with 21 bridges. China set it down on a stand on the floor, and Belarus kneeled down behind it.

"It is an instrument you pluck, much like the harp-aru. Try to pluck it. All the bridges and strings are set up to sound good anyway you play it-aru."

"Um, ok. It seems simple." Belarus motioned her hands towards the strings, and started to pluck the first string."

The Russian-Chinese Border

"Mr. Russia?"

"Da?"

"I understand that you want to see if China is ok, but did you have to bring me?"

"Estonia, you are a smart man. I want you to meet another intelligent man. There is even a stereotype about China being a genius at math."

"China? Didn't he invent the abacus?"

"Um, I'm not exactly sure. Either way, you and China will make great friends, I am sure of it, Da?"

"Oh. We-well, whatever you say Mr. Russia!" Estonia and Russia neared China's house. From out the open window, they could hearthe sound of what seemed like deep strings being plucked. Unlike the flute noise, Russia could tell that it was music, but it still sucked horribly.

"Mr. Russia?"

"Da?"

"Is that one of China's musical instruments you keep talking about?" For once, Russia's unnerving smile disappeared, and it was replaced by a dull scowl.

"Trust me, the music sounds much better when played properly."

In China's House

"Ok, better than the dizi, but still, never play that again-aru!"

"Well what else do you have!?"

"Wait-aru!" For a third time, China went to the cupboard. His eyes dilated, as he picked up a strange looking with a bow. The violin had a small octagonal shape and only 2 strings that went up a long neck.

"This is called an erhu," began China. "Westerners call it the 'Chinese Fiddle.'. The erhu can be used to portray sorrow as a beautiful work of art. Put it on your left leg and move the bow across horizontally."

"Well, ok, but don't expect it to be good." Belarus sat down on a chair and put the erhu on her leg. She started to press down the strings on the neck, and moved the bow across.

China's Backyard

"Wait," Went Estonia, "There is more music. But it sounds... good?" Estonia was right. Russia looked through an open window and saw Belarus playing the erhu perfectly. It sounded beautiful, but at the same time, sad. As if Belarus had put her sorrowful feelings into the song.

"Belarus..." Muttered Russia. Russia realized Belarus put her feelings for him into the music. As if for once, Russia understood how she felt in her eyes.

"Wow," Estonia whispered, interrupting Russia's thought flow. "She's really good at that."

"...Da... She is."

"What are you doing-aru!?" China appeared at the window and scowled at Russia and Estonia. Russia was so distracted by the music that he forgot about China.

"Ah! Mr. China! Mr. Russia said he wanted to introduce me to you!"

"Glasses, haircut, you must be Estonia! Pleasure to meet you-aru!" China took Estonia's hand and pulled him inside the room. He then looked at Russia.

"As for you! What are you doing in my flowerbed!?"

"Ah, well, do you want me to be honest?"

"Yes-aru!"

"America and France were worried about you because they haven't seen much of you. They sent me to spy on your house and see if everything was alright. Speaking of which, why are you not showing up as much as you did?"

"It just so happens tha-" China was pulled out of Russia's window view by Belarus and Estonia.

"Shh! You'll ruin everything Mr. China!"

"You can't let Russia know that I am here!"

"Why-aru?" Belarus sighed.

"If Russia knows I am here only to get him to like me, this whole facade will never work!"

"Plus!" Began Estonia," Belarus has gotten much nicer to us now that she is closer to Russia!"

"Well, it's true. I feel less murderous around them as of now."

"I see-aru. I won't say a word."

"China? Are you ok?" Russia's voice reminded China that he needed to fabricate a lie to tell Russia. China grabbed a blanket and a cup of tea lying around. China put the blanket over his body and slowly walked up to Russia.

"Oh Russia, I don't feel so go-*ACHOO!* so good. I'm sick, so I decided to isolate myself from my allies so they do not get sick as well-aru."

"But you hate all of your allies."

"Well.. I realized that the only way I can win the war is for them to win as well."

"But Lithuania said he went to your house with Poland, and he said you looked better than ever. In fact, Britain said he saw you as well when you asked him for a favor, Da?"

"Well, er- the effects of my sickness blossom over time, like a herpes flower, or something-aru."

"Oh, well, I will send you some stuff so you can get better. In fact, I will tell the allies that you are sick so they know. Get better soon China, Da?"

"*Sniff* Thank you Russia." and after China said that, Russia left. When Russia was out of sight, China threw off the blanket, and dumped the cup of tea onto the flowers.

"I forgot about that tea for almost as long as I abandoned this classroom-aru! Ew!"

"Well, I had better get going. If Russia finds out that he forgot me, he will come back. It was nice meeting you China!" Estonia had leapt out of the window, leaving Belarus and China alone in the classroom.

"Whew. That was close. Hey China, did the erhu sound good?"

"Good? That was amazing Belarus! You know what, keep that erhu, I have much more stored around here somewhere."

"Thank you, old man."

"You still calling me that-aru!?"

"Eh, it's fun."

"Aiyaa. Well, I'm tired. I'm going to go take a nap. You better go home to-aru. So Russia doesn't get suspicious of where you are again."

"Alright then. Bye China." Belarus left out the window, and went back to the Soviet Union house.

"Hmm... I need to close that window."

The Soviet Union House

"So America and France," Began Russia, "China is just sick. There is nothing to worry about, except for his health, Da? I will be sending him soup soon."

"Ah, I see. So zere is nozing to worry about."

"Well, China's still sick dude, and I still need money."

"He probably got sick from France's perv auras."

"Shut it Britain. You're not exactly too innocent around China as well, oui?" There was a meeting of the allies in the Soviet Union, with the rest of the Soviet House present as well.

"I don't think China is sick," Whispered Lithuania to Latvia. "I saw him a few days ago with Poland, and he seemed well to me.

"He isn't sick," Whispered Estonia The arguing of France and Britain, and Russia and America trying to diffuse the situation, allowed the Baltics to discuss in peace and safety.

"China was just teaching me. I told him to say he was sick." Belarus had butted into the conversation.

"Ah, so, how are the lessons going Ms. Belarus." Latvia seemed slightly more confident about not being killed near Belarus, but he was still a bit frightened.

"Pretty good, I guess. Playing music and painting art actually takes lets me let out my feelings into those, so it's good for letting out stress. Not to mention the Tai Chi, which is pretty nice too."

"Tai Chi? Was that what you used to save me?" Lithuania slightly blushed as he said that.

"Yeah. My only issue is cooking. I actually cook good food, but China had to get renovations for his kitchen when I touched the rice cooker." As the Baltics and Belarus discussed, and the other allies were caught up either fighting or diffusing an argument, Ukraine was left with no one to talk to, until she heard a voice.

"So I guess it's just us- eh?"

"EEP! Who said that."

"Hi. I don't think we've ever spoken before. I'm Canada."

"I'm Ukraine. You are America's Brother, right?"

"Wow, you're the first one to get that right! I'm always pushed aside by him."

"Hey, at least your brother's not the biggest country ever."

"With the amount of deep fried stuff he eats, America might as well be bigger than Russia." Canada actually made Ukraine giggle with that. As the two started talking, Britain and France calmed down. As the meeting proceeded smoothly, with discussions of battle formations hideous military outfits (courtesy of France) everyone returned to their own devices. Britain, France, Canada, and America went west towards their own homes.

"Russia's family is crazy, but they can be pretty nice," Went Canada, holding a slip of paper with Ukraine's number on it.

"Non, non Mathieu. Russia's family is tres, tres fou."

"The Soviet House can be made into a sitcom dude! I mean, just listen!" The FACE family listened in, to hear Estonia yelling.

"Latvia!" A muffled Estonia cried. "Is this porn on my computer yours!? This one is holding a banana to her vagi-"

"Hahaha! I downloaded some porn on Estonia's computer!"

"God, you're such a ninny!"

"So, America. Do you believe what 'e said?"

"Who, Iggy?"

"No, not Eyebrows! Russia! Do you believe that China is sick, like Russia said?"

"Hell knows I don't believe it. China came to my house yesterday, asking me for a favor, and he seemed well enough to kick down my door!"

"Per'aps we should investigate this mystery. Britain, what favor did China ask?"

"He asked for me to shrink Hong Kong into a baby, in return that he gives me his next shipment of tea. Which reminds me, I need to see if China made good on that promise."

"Dudes, maybe we should spy on China ourselves!"

"For once, that's not a bad idea, fatass! My MI6 skills will prove helpful to this mission!"

"Well, I gotta go home now. I promised Russia my comic books for this fake information, and I don't want to call him a liar. He might catch on."

"That's incredibly smart of you America. But what wasn't smart was me promising 'im my prized frommage!"

"Well then. Tomorrow, we spy on China!"

Sorry. It's very hard to depict music and pictures on text. It helps if you listen to erhu music or look at chinese art after reading this, or something.

*When Vietnam was just starting to have relations with France, french missionaries came to Vietnam. The Nguyen Dynasty saw this as a threat, as the dynastic system of Vietnam might be taken over by ideas of monogamy.