A/N hello

I'm still alive I've just been… you know.. being ninja hahhah….ha
I'm so sorry update is extremely late (hey that rhymed ;D) but I still hope you enjoy it.

In the early hours of the morning, Italy was wide awake thinking. Recently he'd heard from one of his many sources; let's call him Bob142, that China had disobeyed his orders. Something had to be done about that but at the present moment he didn't have any ideas on how to make China's existence even more miserable.

Italy yawned before searching through his suitcase only to find that he'd only brought one pair of pants. He had been wearing this pair for nearly the whole conference. Well no matter his long Russian coat would cover his pants anyway.

When Italy entered, the meeting room fell silent. So this was the feeling of power. On the inside he giggled to himself. But he had a job to do today and needed to get on with it.

"China you said aru didn't you?"

There was a moment of stunned silence.

"How on earth did he know that," was the unspoken thought that flew out of France, England and Germany's open mouths and stabbed China through the heart. Metaphorically of course.

"Uhm.. isn't it a bit unfair to stop China from saying aru I mean it's not really causing the world any harm...uh never mind!" England quickly said when he saw the look Italy was giving him. Luckily for England Germany interrupted them.

"Everyone settle down, the meeting has started already."

Without taking his eyes off China Italy sat in his seat, a dark aura surrounding him.

The meeting commenced but there was an ominous air hovering about the meeting room, almost like something major was about to happen. Like they say there is always calm before the storm.

China meanwhile was having a mini nervous breakdown.

"Oh my gosh. He's going rip me to shreds and turn me into pasta. Oh god I'm never going to eat pasta ever again. Wait didn't pasta originate from me anyway. Why is this happening to me? Oh no was it because I threw a scone at Liechtenstein? Is this karma? If he kills me who's going to look after Panda-Chan? Okay calm down think China, there must be a way."

Suddenly China had an idea, if he could just get home. Italy would be no match for him in the streets of China where he was at his prime. Yeah! Perfect. Well he needed to wait for the meeting to end of course.

Time slowly ticked by. China shifted in his seat awkwardly, and whenever anyone looked at him he gave them his best poker face. Finally his impatience got the better of him; rising from his seat China declared that he was going to the toilet.

Instead of heading towards the restrooms, China darted off towards the main entrance. Screw his luggage and documents, his boss would understand, the only thing he did take was some English scones, sealed tightly in a plastic bag.

When he got into the taxi he grinned smugly. Mission accomplished. Although China knew no one was there, he couldn't help sticking his head out of the window and yelling "SUCK LOSERS." Or well he had meant to yell that. What really happened was China was greeted with the sight of Italy standing on the curb, his eyes boring imaginary holes into the taxi. He was so surprised he lost his ability to speak for a second. When he recovered the taxi had already sped far away from the building and more importantly Italy.

Not until the plane had safely landed in china did china relax. He felt much more comfortable in his homeland.

"Damn you Italy. Youngsters these days really need to learn to respect their elders aru. Yes that's right Italy aru aru aru aru aru. I'll say it whenever I want." China ranted to himself now filled to the brim with confidence.

Little did he know, Bob 123, one of Italy's many sources, had overheard the whole thing, and was now reporting back to Italy via text.

China passed security without incident, though people did glance suspiciously at his lack of luggage. He entered a cab and spoke in rapid mandarin to the driver who nodded and swerved into the traffic. So far so good.

"I'm finally safe from that crazy Italian," China grinned to himself "Wait what if he followed me..? No that's not possible right..? haha…ha."

Just to prove the voice in his head wrong, China turned around to check the curb. He was met with the sight of a Kol-ing Italy

"Is this some kind of bad joke?"

A/N And we're going to China ;D this is like the part leading up to the ending :L so sorry if it feels like nothing much is happening.

okay this chapter sounded really awkward sorry I haven't written in ages. I hope people are still reading this D:

Oh yeah and cookies for all ;D (what you don't know is that they're actually tracking cookies. fufufufufufufu ) LOL Nah I joke :P

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