"Yo China." The American said popping beside the shorter Nation.

"How's it going doing there dude?"

"Down There?!" The Chinese Nation thought. "As in my countries lower harbors? Or just my country in general?"

"It is going fine, and you don't need to be so rude!" The brown haired man said to the blonde.

"How are you and Commie doing?" The American asked wanting to know his OTP was doing.

"That is none of your concern aru!" The smaller man said crossing his arms, the Russian and the Chinese man were currently not speaking to each other, China and him fought over sex and now the Russian wasn't returning his texts.

"Dude why is your nose so small?" The American asked with an innocent intent.

The brown haired man became flustered

"I-I don't know."

"Isn't having a big nose a good thing in your country?"

It was. The brown haired man knew it was ridiculous to get insecure about this sense he had felt with it for 4000+ years.

"Are you and Russia fighting or something?" Another question

"He isn't going to leave you right!?" The blonde said in an almost panic like tone

Suddenly an emerald eyed man came up to the Chinese nation.
"I'm taking Hong Kong tonight." His voice suspiciously lighter

That made the brown eyed man sit straight up.

"What!?" He scoffed "No way aru! It's my week with him!"

"Yes well, I had planned something and I got the dates wrong I'm sorry-"
"Sorry my ass!" The Chinese Nation said ready to get into a fight with the British man, The American held him back,

"Calm down China!"

"No way fatass! Britain you asshole! You're lucky America is holding me back!"

"Don't you dare call my son an fates you twit!" The Britishman said, an invisible force holding him back.

"Now you see why I won't let you have him tonight!? All you do is be an asshole to kids!"

"ME!?" The Chinese man almost laughed

"What about you!? America, Sealand, You can't even notice your other son!"

"I DO TOO! YOU TINY PIECE OF SHIT!"

"OH REAL MATURE!"

"SAYS THE ONE WHO CALLED A CHILD A FATASS!"

"I CALL HIM THAT ALL THE TIME AND IN RETURN HE CALLS ME SHORTY!"

"HA! SO HE'S CALLING YOU A GIRL!?"

By now some of the Nations had gathered around watching the fight, and some even brought out their phones and started taking a video.

"SO YOU'RE A GIRL AND DATING A MONSTER! BEAUTY AND THE BEAST NOW!?"

"AIYAH HOW DARE YOU!" The Chinese man said almost getting free of the Americans grip.

"IT'S TRUE!"

"AT LEAST IM NOT DRINKING MORE BOOZE THAN YOUR COUNTRY CAN PRODUCE!"

"AT LEAST I CAN KEEP MY BROTHERS AND SISTER AROUND LONGER!"

One hit too the heart.

"AT LEAST I CAN KEEP A TREATY TOGETHER!" The British man said, his eye twitched turning blue, something feel from his eye.

Second hit to the heart.

"IGGY DUDE CALM THE FUCK DOWN!" The American and Canadian said at the same time though Canada started his sentence with.
"ENGLAND!" And not "IGGY DUDE,"

"AND AT LEAST I COULD KEEP MY LOVER ALIVE!"

Third hit. The life in Chinas eyes drained he stopped resisting the American and turned away, with his head held high he sent the Englishmen several ways to say 'fuck you.'

"SAY HI TO THE PEOPLE YOU USED FOR YOUR WALL FOR ME!"

The Englishmen Yelled as the brown haired Nation walked out of the room.

Fourth hit.

"Also if you need some bandaids for all those ugly scars just ask Flavi-I mean go to the drug store."

Fifth hit.

The Chinese looked back only for a moment to know that, that very well wasn't the 1p Nation he was use to fighting with.

The brown haired man walked into the bathroom checking to make sure no one was in there. Once he was sure that no one was in the restroom with him, he locked the door, then looking at his reflection with dead eyes he let out a loud yell and punched the mirror shattering it, he didn't stop at one punch though, oh no. He went until the entire mirror was on the floor, tears going down his face, screaming and yelling words in language that would be rated R and maybe cause for the suicide hotline. He did this until his hands were numb and bloody.

The glass had even scrapped his scalp and cheeks.

He panted heavily looking around the room, sighing.

He would have to clean this up now, he went to grab a paper towel when there was a heavy knock on the door.

Shit.

"Yao-Yao..?" A worried Russian accent said from the other side of the door.

The Chinese nation unlocked the door knowing that there was no hiding this, he didn't care at the moment either.

The Russian opened the door looking with wide eyes at the glass and at his lover who was wetting a paper towel and going down to the glass to clean it up.

The Russian ripped the paper towel away from the brown haired man his eyes still wide.

He moved to pull his lover in a hug but the Chinese man stopped him.

"You'll get dirty." He said without emotion, not looking up.

The Russians heart nearly broke seeing his lover so emotionless, he opened his coat up and pulled out a first aid kit from one of the pockets. He pulled his lover to the back of the room where there was no glass and sat down with him on the yellow tilled floor, he opened the case and began to get the glass out.

"It'll heal soon.." The brown eyed man said
"Doesn't matter." The Russian said worried and angry

The two were silent as the Russian continued to take out the glass and bandage his lover up.

"What happened?" The Russian finally asked as he began to bandage his lovers right hand.

The Chinese Nation felt tears in his eyes as he recalled the events, he was ashamed of himself and angry at the 2p British man, it was strange too see that happen honestly. The 2p Brit was a very kind person most days and wouldn't do those things unless he had been drugged or something.

Slowly the pale skinned man began to tell what happened, his eyed boiling over with tears, he had to stop and breathe a few times to stay calm.

The Russian listened intently, soaking up every word, thinking about how he was going to use a few weapons of his on the 2p's.

Finally the Russian was done with both arms, Yao's face had already healed leaving a healing scab.

Ivan pulled Yao into a hug as the Chinese man started to cry bitterly, mumbling in Chinese.

The Russian understanding most of the words, he did his best to comfort his lover.

"You're not any of those things." Ivan said hearing the brown haired male starting a self demeaning raid.

The Russian looked up from the hug for just a moment seeing a Roman man picking up the glass, he looked at the Russian as he placed the last piece of glass onto the mirror, instantly the cracks left.

There was a look that said

"Take care of him." As the man walked out of the room not even opening the door.

There were sniffles coming from the smaller man now, the Russian grabbed some nearby toilet paper and broke some of it off, he pulled the brown haired man away slightly so he could help wipe away some of the tears, those beautiful brown eyes were still dead and wet.

The brown haired man held onto his lovers jacket scared that if he were to let go then he would leave...the past didn't really bother him but somedays like today...being constantly reminded that hurts like a bitch.

"I'm going to kill the person who did this too him." The Russian thought to himself,

"Who did this to you Sunflower?" The Russian asked gingerly patting his lovers ponytail.

"It doesn't matter." The smaller male said with an empty.

The Russian sighed, he would text America as soon as he got the chance.

The bathroom door opened, revealing Chinas brother Japan.

The black haired male sighed in relief.

"Thank Manga you are with him." The Japanese man said walking into the bathroom and sitting next to the Russian and his brother.

"So 2p England was apparently drunk off his ass and 2p Americas life was at stake."

"Please say you didn't hurt him." The brown haired man said not moving from the Russians hold

"Well...almost." The black haired man said trying to be innocent

"It took many of the countries to hold us back though."

The brown haired man smiled and moved to kiss the top of his brothers forehead.

"Thank you Kiku."

"No problem mom-China."The brown eyed man said trying to fix his sentence.

China smiled a little hearing Japan call him 'mom' even if he didn't mean for it to come out.

"Aiyah well let's her back to the meeting, I'm sure 2p England would like to get back to his son." The brown haired male said grabbing the Russians hand, the Japanese man following close behind.

Once the three returned to the room Yao was surrounded by his siblings, sitting in a chair looking down was the 2p England in the 1ps outfit, his counterpart was asleep by a very protective looking Frenchmen.

The strawberry blonde looked up with tears in his eyes.

"Aiyah don't cry I understand why you did it." The Chinese man said "I would've done the same."

The blue eyed male blinked some tears as they ran down his face and hugged the man before him.

"I'm so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, sorry." The Englishmen blubbered.

The Chinese man hugged back unaware of the urge that the Russian had to kill the strawberry blonde 2p.

They sent the 2p back home, where he texted the brown haired nation letting him know that his son was safe. There wasn't much of a meeting after that. Germany said that they would resume tomorrow, and sent every home. China noticed a very distinct curl pulling as the Italian and the German walked out, Japan taking pictures.

As the small man walked out of the room he felt tow large arms wrap around him and kiss his head.

"Wǒ ài nǐ." He said smirking to his lover

The Chinese man immediately became flustered

"Ya tozhe tibya liublyoo." The smaller male replied back, looking away from his lover.

The two pulled away holding hands, excited to get back to their hotel room, where they watched cheesy American romantic comedies.

Ya tozhe tibya liublyoo Russian for I love you too
Wǒ ài nǐ Chinese for I love you