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UKRAINE
The United States might have had Macys, or smaller stores like Urban Outfitters scattered across crowded streets, but where they were, there was the Ginza Wako Department Store, and that might be all that was needed.

It was fifteen minutes via subway, thanks to Tokyo's extensive railroad system, and the minute Japan's feet made it onto the ivory tiles of Ginza ⎯ she was gone. South in tow.

"Are you serious?" Poland looked on in disbelief. "What does she expect us to do?" he asked, looking at the unlikely crew of extremely not fashion-oriented Representatives, awkwardly jumbled around the Roman fountain.

"Maybe we follow them like a deprived fanclub," Russia said dully.

Ukraine's eyes lit up. "Actually... Poland, Germany, North, China," she began, lowering her voice just a little, "do you guys wanna look around for some coffee or something? I can try and get these three some more suitable clothing so France and my dad won't have my head."

"Fine by me," Poland shrugged. "Germany and I might just... go off on our own, you know?" he grinned. "And you two can do whatever you need to do."

"Need to do?" China gaped. "No, no, we can stay together⎯" he protested, but by then, half of the group was gone, and Poland and Germany were inching further and further away by the moment.

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"So I heard Tokyo has some crazy good designer brands," Ukraine was firing word after word of undecipherable vocabulary to the trio of boys. "I know we're only here for like suits, disguises and contacts but... I've only got this chance. And if we don't make it back to Neo, I'll never have it again."

She bolted into one of the stores lightheartedly after the devastating blow of a comment she had just made, flittering through the shelves, brandishing several articles of clothing and discarding them all at once. The clock ticked by, irrefutably draining and infinitely slow.

"You're a bit more tanned than I thought," she commented, holding a t-shirt up to America's torso.

"I like beaches," America grumbled. Russia smiled faintly.

"Ukraine," Canada offered. "There's a winter parka shop next door, don't you think Soviet would like a souvenir? America and I can get some well-deserved brother bonding time. North and South got their turn."

"As they should!" Ukraine's eyes flared, then, after a moment lost in thought: "But that's alright. I can keep Russia here. You guys enjoy yourselves!"

America fist-bumped his sibling as they gratefully left the throes of the shopping spree.

"Anything in particular you want, Russia?" Ukraine asked innocently once they had left, keeping her eyes firmly on the jacket she was checking the price of⎯ but there was a mischief that reflected on the clean, lacquered velvet.

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AMERICA
"I owe you one," America exhaled. "Dining Avenue, down there. Do you wanna grab a bite?"

"Anything's alright with me," Canada nodded, and they took a seat at a nearby sushi conveyor belt restaurant. "It feels like I haven't talked with you one-on-one in ages."

America's eyes softened with warmth. "Remember that one hillside near our house, the one where we would climb the rocks to see the sunset? I'm going back there the minute we get home. I miss it."