AN: Hello!

I know I was meant to upload this a long time ago... and I feel absolutely terrible for not doing so :'( But, better late than never, right? :D Anyway, this is a sequel to my story A Very Asian New Year, which you can easily check out on my profile page. However, you don't have to read A Very Asian New Year to understand this story.

A Very Asian Vacation

"You're not going to take a long time, right? We were supposed to celebrate my birthday together because we're best friends! I even invited a lot of pretty Asian girls so you can flirt with them the whole night- Japan you can't not come we're supposed to be together! Germany even- CIAO BELLA! KISSY-KISSY SMOOCHY-SMOOCHY- VIENI A CASA CON ME-"

Japan sighed, clicking the phone shut. When a girl caught Italy's attention, all purpose was completely lost. Especially if Germany wasn't around.

He blinked from the sun, shielding his eyes with his hand, and looked around the open lobby in front of him. He was standing by the valet parking just as China had instructed him to, waiting for said Chinese to arrive at the hotel he had been staying at. It was a pleasant hotel- beautiful rooms with wide views of the tropical roads outside and the daily business of its people- and he felt a bit remorseful to leave…

But Thailand had promised them one of the best private resorts he owned, so it was bound to end up alright… right?

Thailand, feeling quite dejected for not celebrating new years with his family, decided to invite them (guilt pressure them) to his private cottage in his private islands for a week's stay. Japan arrived only yesterday and decided to make use of the day by roaming the hotel, picturing whatever caught his eyes and reading manga in the lavish noodle house by the lobby before checking out the next day by noon, awaiting China (who insisted on picking him up) to take him to wherever it was he was supposed to go.

He was hesitant at first… however his resolution of wanting a better year with better relations pushed him towards agreeing (and Thailand was too nice to deny). What could go wrong? This holiday was going to be in the midst of a breathtaking view between the lapping of the waters-

"JAPAN-ARU!"

...who was he kidding?

A Geely Panda (where on earth did he rent it from?) skidded to a screeching stop, it's tires burning tracks onto the paved road by the hotel, with China beaming at him from behind the wheel. He had huge sunglasses on his face and was wearing a ridiculously flower patterned shirt which- to Japan's disgust- matched the flower-patterns on his shorts the moment he stepped out of the car.

But at least no one was with him, right?

Wrong.

"XIANG- THE MUSIC IS TOO LOUD, DA-ZE! I CAN'T HEAR MY K-DRAMA!"

"That's like, totally not my problem, ok? Arctic Monkeys are worth hearing over your crap."

A heavy gasp, "How dare you insult k-drama! Goja!"

The car starting rattling- literally shaking- from the brute force of the battle that erupted inside.

"Stop acting like children-aru!" China turned from where he had just moved to welcome Japan, opening the back door and plunging his hand in to probably separate the two, "you're embarrassing us-aru! Instead of fighting like babies, you should welcome your brother- AIYA!"

China pulled his hand away, looking at the teeth marks on his palm with a horrorstricken expression. His eyes narrowed.

"Fine-aru! You don't want to behave? Then I'll teach you how to behave!"

No, Japan thought as he stared, wide-eyed, at the scene in front of him. No.

China dived into the backseat, his legs kicking out of the door, and the car bounced on it's spot as a mixture of curses, screams, gasps and beatings blared out. People stopped and stared, slightly crowding at the ridiculous scene in front of them. Japan backed away, noticing that a few stares were aimed at him, and completely hid his flushed face behind his jump manga when tourists took out their phones and gleefully recorded the whole affair.

"-insult k-drama and I'll kill you- I'll kill you da-ze! I'll rip your head and feed it to dogs- DOGS- saekki-"

"No bad language-aru!"

"-you're like, totally gonna pay for that, those headphones were- fucking hell-"

Another rattle and Korea screeched before the sound of someone's head being banged against the window repeated. Suddenly, Hong Kong's face was plastered to the window before it was pulled back like a sticker. China stumbled out, gripping something wild and manic, pulling it with him. Korea struggled against the grip of the slighter man, his hands not letting go of the clump of Hong Kong's dark hair whom he proceeded to pull at, screaming as if his house was on fire. Hong Kong tried to pry the Korean's fingers loose while he skidded on the floor, stumbling out of the car.

They looked like interlinked spaghetti strands.

He was hanging around Italy too much.

Suddenly, Hong Kong delved his hand into his pocket and pulled out a lighter.

"I'll burn you, you motherfu-"

"SMOKER!" Korea screamed, shaking Hong Kong's head like a bag, "YOU SMOKE! ANIKI! ANIKI- HE SMOKES! HE'S A SMOKER-"

"I'm right here-aru! Stop screaming-" China pulled at Korea, "let go of Hong Kong-aru! Stop this crazy-"

"ANIKI! ANIKI! CALL 911- CALL 911- HOW DARE YOU SMOKE, DA-ZE?! HOW-"

TEAR.

Korea froze.

He looked down at his waist where China's arms had been pulling him and noticed a large, open tear running down the front of his Big Bang shirt. His fingers loosened from Hong Kong's hair and China slowly retreated. For a moment, the expression on Korea's face made Japan's heart break a little. It was a shocked sorrow, an innocent tearfulness at the corner of the Korean's eyes…

"URI NARA MANSAE!"

It would have been an epic, heartbreaking war cry had it been screamed in a movie where the ground was barren and only a few heroic men remained standing in the ruins of the blood, sweat and tears of their brothers and their enemies.

But, it was screamed in the valet parking stand in front of one of the most posh hotels in Thailand amidst a crowd of entertained tourists.

Korea flew- he flung himself with all his might- at the spluttering Chinese behind him and Hong Kong, taking the chance for a counterattack, followed.

Where was security?

"You embarrass us in front of the world- aru! I've never been so humiliated in my 4000 years of life! If you ever do something like that again, I'll ground you at home! No k-drama, no k-pop, no telephones, no tv shows- nothing aru! Because I've had enough of your reckless behavior-"

"Oh shut up," Hong Kong muttered.

"ANIKI! Hong Kong was telling you to shut up!" Korea shot up before he was reigned back by the seatbelt.

"HONG KONG! Your behavior is despicable aru! Don't make me turn this car around!"

"Is that all you've got?" Hong Kong said dully, leaning against the window, sporting a vivid black eye, "England used to threaten to gouge my eyes out and fill my sockets with firecrackers."

Japan swallowed.

He severely doubted England's parenting skills.

He was now sitting in the safety of the bloodless passenger seat (it had been Korea's head that was banged against a window, splattering blood across the seats from a raucous nosebleed) while Korea was reigned to the left of the car (with a nice scratch mark on his swollen, left cheek) and Hong Kong was reigned to the right (his left eye wonderfully swelling turning into a nasty, puffy shade of purple).

China glared at Hong Kong from the rearview mirror before redirecting his eyes back to the road, swerving manically around a large truck, colourfully swearing at the driver.

The remainder of the journey remained relatively peaceful. The radio was switched off; hence, there was a lack of arguments. The roads were slightly clear from traffic, so China didn't have to exert himself into yelling at every single thing that moved across the roads. The weather was pleasant- nice warmth entwined with a fresh breeze- that set a cool, relaxed atmosphere for Japan to enjoy his latest manga throughout the drive.

That was, until they got lost.

"Stupid navigator, aru!" China slammed his hand against the small, black device, "I knew I shouldn't have taken the exit!"

"China-san, I don't think that breaking the navigator will solve our problems-" Japan tried to stop the bashing the Chinese was giving the poor device before the navigator coughed out a small puff of smoke.

"Error. Error. Device is shutting down."

"Great going, gramps," Hong Kong said dully, "you're a real hero, aren't you."

"It was broken from the beginning-aru!" China turned, glaring at the teen who rolled his eyes, "Plus, I know the way to Thailand's house myself without this stupid navigator!"

"We're not going to his house, we're going to his resort."

"Same thing, aru! You teenagers are all so specific these days- no respect for the knowledge of your older brothers."

"More like stupidity."

"If you're so smart then you drive aru! Instead of sitting there and huffing and puffing like a pigeon!"

"Fine," Hong Kong pulled the seatbelt from his waist and pulled the lock from his door. "No prob."

"Why does Hong Kong get to drive?" Korea exclaimed from the back seat, "I want to drive! Plus, I'm older than he is and I have a legal license!"

"How about we stop and ask for directions," Japan hastily intervened before Hong Kong had the chance to step out the car.

Hong Kong behind the wheel was like a mental patient offered complete freedom in a room filled with nuclear weapons. It would lead to nothing but complete, utter destruction and demolition to local property and mental stability- something Japan treasured quite highly. He already suffered a few car rides with an over enthusiastic Italy and he was not going to sit back while Hong Kong decided to go all 'fast and furious' in Thailand.

"Yeah, 'cuz the people here totally speak it."

"I want to drive! Aniki, it's not fair! I'm going to drive- I'm going to drive-I'm going to drive- I'm going to drive-" Korea plugged his fingers into his ears, screeching from the top of his lungs.

"No one's driving, aru!" China screamed back, "we're sitting right here until you all respect yourselves!"

For a moment, Japan thought that China's parental skills finally worked. The instilled silence, the slightly widened eyes and the demanded hush in the car made it seem that his family of hyperactive maniacs could finally be calmed.

"Good luck with that," Hong Kong pushed open the door and slipped out, quickly followed by Korea.

China stared at the now empty seats while Japan wondered where the two of them were heading off. Just a moment they were close to clawing each other's eyes out and now… they were walking side by side, Korea's arm slung casually around Hong Kong's shoulders, chattering as they made their way to whatever was ahead of them.

A street market.

"China-san, it's advisable to go after them-"

"I don't care anymore, aru! Let them get lost!" China huffed and crossed his arms, "Always whining, always complaining- I had to separate them four times before I came to pick you up, aru! I'm tired of it all- no appreciation for their elders like they used to!"

Japan sighed, debating on whether he should go follow the two Asians or sit back with China in the car and do who-knows-what. If he went down with Korea and Hong Kong, then he'd walk for hours, get lost, argue with the both of them and wear himself out. If he sat here with China, he'd have to listen to the man complain for hours but not exert himself physically or mentally in any way.

Hm.

Quickly pulling out his tablet from his bag, he unlocked it and scrolled through until he found his treasured files. He was a very busy nation and had no time to spare- five hundred and eighty three episodes of One Piece weren't going to rewatch themselves.

When he looked up from his tablet, his eyes bloodshot and strained, he stared at the unfocused, muted picture of China rampaging, his arms gesticulating wildly, his face fuming and his mouth wildly yapping. However, Japan's ears could only hear the loud voices of Luffy, Usopp or Brook before he pulled down his earphones.

"-like stupid westerners- no appreciation for all the hardwork I do aru! None at all! I've had enough- I've had enough-I've had enough-" China banged his head angrily against the steering wheel, "Enough-enough-enough-"

"China-san," Japan started wearily. His brain was fried from all the flashing colours. "What's-"

"This is what's wrong! THIS!" he shoved his phone into Japan's face.

Japan blinked for a few minutes, trying to focus on the bright screen that pricked his eyes like needles, before picking it from China's hand and resting it on his lap.

Cme pick us up at th frnt. B quik :) –HK

"Acting like I'm their own personal driver while they go shop around like tourists, aru!" China slammed the key into it's lock and furiously started the engine, "I should leave them here, aru! I should- that would teach them a lesson!"

The car jerked forward and Japan was jolted awake from his brain fry, quickly gripping the seatbelt.

"China-san, please remember to drive saf-"

The car slammed into a small stand of street food, Thai delicacies splattering all across the windshield. The owner, who had been standing across the stand, screamed in horror, yelling and shaking his fist at the Geely Panda that forcefully drove over what was left of the stand, before he sobbed hysterically.

"China-san!" Japan felt his eyes widen. "C-China-san, there are people-"

China drove over the sidewalk, his teeth grit and a vein pulsing on his forehead, streamlining his body in complete determination, muttering under his breath. People flew off the sidewalk, pulling their children or pets or things alike while bicycles and plants and signs were mauled over by a ferocious Geely Panda. A policeman rushed to the scene before China swerved around him manically, screaming at the policeman to get off the road.

Japan clenched his eyes, his legs curling up to his chest.

"China-san- stop the car!" his voice was rising a pitch. "S-stop the car!" he could feel himself breaking. "S-stop the car-" he was going to lose it. He was going to lose it. He was going to- "STOP THE CAR! Teishi-sha anata wa watashitachi ni anata maniakku - nani o anata ga ya tsu te sutoppu-sha saiakuna anata o korosu tsumorida-"

SLAM

The car screeched to a sudden halt and Japan jerked forward before he was harshly pulled back by the seatbelt, his head slamming against the car cushion of the car. He felt dazed, seeing stars running across his eyes, before the car rattled and shook as if it was burning.

"W-what's happening?!" his voice was high and his mind was flying.

Suddenly the car door was thrown open.

"Took you long enough."

Japan flinched, wincing from the soaring panic attack that rushed through him, before stiffly turning to find Hong Kong and Korea sitting in the back. They wore matching I Love Bangkok T-shirts and long chained Buddha necklaces around their necks and arms, munching on local street food while full bags of souvenirs sat by their legs.

"Oooh," Korea winked, "Nihon looks all ruffled up! What were you two doing in the car by yourselves?"

He snapped.

Japan threw himself from the front seat against the screeching Korean, clawing at him manically before gripping at him from the front of his shirt and throttling him.

"You want to know what happened? You really want to know-"

"Japan-aru! Calm down!" China gripped him from his torso, trying to pull him back to his seat.

Japan was adamant, and his fingers were curled deep into the fabric of Korea's shirt that he could've torn it. He shook the man, his mouth rapidly screaming out whatever panicking thought was in his head while Korea tried to pull him off, insanely throwing his arms about and nonsensically yelling for someone to save him. All the while, Hong Kong chewed his dumpling and videoed the whole scene.

Japan soon calmed down, his breaths unsteady and heavy, lowering himself back to the chair only to realize that he snapped the seatbelt. He ran a hand wearily over his face- never in his life had he lost control so easily. He hung around Italy for god's sake, but only his family could drive him insane.

China started the car once more, wearily eying Japan who sat stiffly now, his face in his hands, as if he would start sobbing anytime soon.

"I apologize for my behavior," Japan said heavily as he straightened up against the seat, his finger curled into tight fists.

"It's alright, da-ze," Korea piped up from the back, "we all need to get kinky sometimes!"

Japan felt a vein pop on his forehead, "Can we please carry on with the journey?"

"To the centre of the earth?" Hong Kong quipped.

"TO THE RESORT!"

The car was doused in silence once more, nothing but the faint buzzing of the engine sounding above their breaths. Japan sighed, using all his will force to compose himself.

"I apologize," his voice was snappish and biting, but he didn't care.

"Don't forgive you, mate," Hong Kong replied.

Japan sat stiffly for a second before all sense flew from him. He twisted sharply, ready to sock the conceited little prick in the face before China gripped him and forced him back to his seat, his hand firmly across Japan's chest.

"Did you get a map when you were touring the market?" China asked.

"I told you we forgot something," Hong Kong huffed.

"How was I supposed to remember aniki broke the navigator and we were lost?" Korea shot back. "I already shoulder so much responsibility in this family- I can't carry anymore, da-ze! Maybe you should be more responsible and actually do something useful for once!"

"I offered to drive, ok? But gramps is too stubborn to let me!"

"There's something called calling Thailand himself!" Japan hissed.

"I was going to say that, da-ze! Great minds think alike! Brofist, Nihon!" Korea stuck out his fist, beaming.

Japan remained stiff, his eyes clenched trying to block out all their annoying voices, blatantly ignoring the Korean. Suddenly, he felt a fist pound him at his temple and he turned, gripping the Korean's arm with a force ready to break it.

"I'll call him!" screeched Korea, "just don't break my arm! I'll give you the backrub, I swear! Just leave my fingers, I know they're beautiful-"

After Korea stopped screaming inane nonsense and Hong Kong saved the third video he recorded throughout their ride, Japan settled back and regained his composure, taking in deep breaths and muttering prayers that were bound to get him back on the right track. However, one thing was for sure, the moment he got back home from this god-awful mistake, he was going to hit the nearest pub and down as much sake as he could stomach.

Korea dialed up Thailand, spending half an hour asking him for directions- getting off track as he was explaining the most complex plot of the latest k-drama that was airing- before he pulled out of the car and opened China's door.

"Get out aniki! I'm driving da-ze!"

"You'll do no such thing, aru!" China glared, gripping the wheel with his two hands. "You're too young!"

"But I'm more than 2000 years old!"

"TOO YOUNG!"

"Aniki!" Korea whined, "I want to drive, da-ze! You never let me drive!"

"That's because you'll kill us all!"

"How do you know? You never let me drive! I want to drive aniki! I want to feel the wind blow at my hair- the scene pass me by- the sea spray blow at my face- the smell of kimchi waft into my nose-" Korea grabbed China from the sleeve of his horrendously patterned shirt and shook him violently, bouncing up and down, "let me drive, aniki! I want to drive-I want to drive-I want to drive-"

"FINE ARU!" China screamed throwing his seatbelt off him and storming out of the car, pushing Korea away as he sat in the backseat next to an amused Hong Kong. "DRIVE! KILL US ALL BECAUSE I'M SICK OF THIS LIFE, ARU!"

Korea skipped into the front seat, smiling triumphantly as he shut the door and checked the engine.

"Hi Japan!" beamed Korea, waving at him ecstatically even when they were less than half a metre away.

Cold dread doused him.

Japan secured his snapped seatbelt and brought his knees up to his chest. He swallowed as his heart hammered painfully across his chest, his brain throbbing and his blood rushing. There was nothing he could do, was there? This was the end, wasn't it? He watched in horror as Korea placed a hand on the gear and gripped the wheel, ready to start the car.

Japan mentally alerted himself for a sudden jerk- for the car to rear backwards- for the car to slam into a stall- to slam into a person- for-

Him to drive smoothly?

There he was, the bane of all insanity, driving with utter respect for all traffic laws that graced the heavens and the earth.

He drove in an acceptable speed, waited for pedestrians to cross, kept in line, flashed the light when he switched lanes, took smooth turns, kept his distance from the cars, heeded to the police…

Was this really Korea?

"God, can you drive any slower?" Hong Kong huffed.

"Safety first, da-ze!"

"You stand for safety?" Japan said before he could stop himself.

"Of course!" Korea grinned. "Why so surprised?"

He didn't understand these people, Japan thought as he curled into himself and leaned against the window, he really didn't.