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    "Why so blue? I've never seen this in you, whats wrong?" China asked, and got up, stretching once.



    "Why? Its cold...."

    "Well maybe you should join Arthur in the sleep department, after all, not good to be tired on the job, aru." China advised, and got up from his desk to straighten some papers placed in a file.



    "No, its not good. Now please just do this." England hissed, starting to loose patience, "Look, I knew better than what you said. So please just put it on."

    "Alright. Call if you need anything." Antonio waved, walking off to sleep. He was happy to get some rest.



    "Fine!" She hissed back, snatching the jacket and putting it on. "Now what Captain Kirk?" She grumbled, but on the inside she was happy to be warm.

    "Look, I want to be sorry. Would you mind joining me for tea? My roommate is well... On a date so I could use some company. I'll also be serving crumpets and sweet carrot cake, so what about the offer?" Arthur asked, weakly smiling, trying his best to be friendly.

    "Um... Love, its this way." Britain pointed out the road to his house. Waiting for her before he began to resume a light jog. "You know, if you need to I won't mind cleaning up water, but you can sit infront of the fireplace to warm your most likely chilled body. All while sipping warm tea."

    Naomi turned and walked after him. "Arigato. That would be very nice." She followed qickly, yawning once or twice. "Arthur.. Why are you being so nice to me?"

    "I only wished to say I'm sorry about in the jail. I should have behaved. Even though, I have one question, why do you like yaoi so much, honestly. Its only two guys grinding at each other... I just don't understand." The British cop began to ask questions, yearning for anwsers.

    "Well.. Fangirls watch an anime and you pair people. Sometimes, two guys look good together." Nagasaki started, "That becomes a pairing which people take and take and turn into yaoi.. And it is amazingly beautiful, thas why." She finished with a small smile.

    "Alright... I think I understand but w-what happened between my and Alfred, though so wonderful at first, woul-... wouldn't that just be Gay sex?" Kirkland sighed, opening the door only to be barked at by Peter/Sealand.

    "Basically- ...." Naomi stared at the young boy, her eyes growing wide. Her jaw dropped as she stared. He...was...ADORABLE!!!! "..." but she didn't say anything.

    "Great the JERKs home. I thought you said tonight I could go to my friend's house, after all I am a NATION!" Peter whined, tugging on Arthur's shift which pissed the Brit beyond reason. "Look here, its around your bloody bedtime, so why are YOU up?"

    "Aw Captain Buttface! Don't be mean to him! He is adorable!" Naomi scolded stepping forward to get a better look of Peter. "Konichiwa little one!" She greeted.

    "Oh hello there, do you believe I am a nation? This rude 'gentleman' won't believe me. Yet its true." Sealand pouted falsely only trying to get attention since he was tired of it allways being the cruel kind England would spat at him. "Adorable? Please! He's the worst type of limey out there."

    "You can be whatever you want. Can I have a hug?" Nagasaki outstreatched her arms before looking at Arthur. "Then what do you call yourself? Gay wanker?" She giggled happily.

    "YOU!..... GRRRRR." Arthur gritted his teeth and left to go make the tea.


    "Sure!" Peter beamed, rushing into Naomi's arms. How he loved actually having another person on his side, since most refused or did so with little interest. "What is your name, by the way? I'm Peter Kirkland, brother of well, that jerk."

    "Yeah, he makes me go to bed at 5:00! Its not fair, I'm a nation, I only ask for it to be at 8:30." Peter whined, "I'm Sealand, the same one jerk-Britain left." He crossed his arms slightly and fumed with minor anger. His eyes held a gleam, causing the light blue to shine out.