Made In China - Hetalia Fanfiction

Made In China

The former allies walked down the meeting halls. America was being the loud idiot he was, England and France already had tension they will most likely release at the meeting, Russia was being, Well, Russia, And poor Canada was invisible to the whole group. It was a g8 meeting, so not all the nations were there. China hadn't walked with them that morning...

America threw the g8 meeting room's doors open, shouting his usual introduction for himself, exclaiming about how much of a hero he was. One by one, they all walked into the room, wide eyed. No, nothing was wrong with the room, besides the fact that "MADE IN CHINA" stickers were literally on everything. They were on the walls, the chairs, the table, there were even some on the ceiling.

Running around the room, was a familiar man with brown hair, and golden brown eyes, placing said stickers everywhere. He would always say "This was mine" or "Originally created in China" whenever he stuck a sticker down. He hadn't seen his fellow allies walk in.

The rest of the allies stood in the doorway, speechless. Everyone had a huge animated sweat drop above their head, except russia, who kept his damn happy smile. China turned around and spotted the small group of five, and in a matter of no time, he was already attempting to stick his "MADE IN CHINA" stickers on their foreheads.

In seconds, the other members of the allies were already stuck to the wall, with all of the stickers. No, none of the nations did this willingly, but with China's huge amount of determination, he was capable of attaching everyone to the now sticker covered wall of the room.

China stepped back, and stared at the countries, who were all struggling to get out of the stickers, some of them demanding him to let them down. He looked up at them proudly, knowing he created something beautiful.

"Let me down, you bloody wanker!!" England demanded China, furious. China just kept his proud face, and pointed to them all. "You belong to me now." With that, England kept yelling at him, attempting to get down. China ignored him, and spun around, holding up another sticker.

"Now, I must go. The world will all be made from China." With that, he headed towards the door. He reached to open the door, but it had already swung open, nearly hitting him in the face.

Italy came running in, with his arms in the air. "Ciao everybody, i'm here~!" He shouted in his usual high, cheery voice. Japan and Germany came into view soon after Italy's entrance. Italy joyfully ran right to his seat, while the others in the trio stopped in their tracks, seeing everyone else attached to a wall, covered head to toe in stickers.

They didn't say anything as England was to the point of screaming at the sticker gone-psycho nation. France and America soon joined him. "I WANT TO BE FREE!!" America screamed at the top of his lungs, overpowering the other two.

Without hesitation, China was already tackling his younger "brother" to the ground, glueing him to the floor with even more giant "MADE IN CHINA" stickers. Japan, of course, was freaking out, his personal space being invaded.

Soon, both Germany and Japan were both stuck to the ground. China turned his head to look at italy, a sadistic smile on his face. Italy, who had been watching his friends being attacked, stared at China, eyes wide open in fear. China came charging at Italy, holding god knows how many more stickers.

Just then, Italy let out one of his horrified, and high pitched screams. He immediately threw himself out of his chair, and sprinted towards the exit of the meeting room. Throwing the doors open, he attempted running away as far as he could, but tripped halfway out the door.

He quickly tried standing back up, but stopped when he saw the certain nation that he had tried so hard to get away from, right in front of him, smiling widely. "You will be "Made in china"! He exclaimed, pointing at the Italian.

Again, Italy screamed, as he was covered in China's stickers. He just kept repeating, "Created in China" and "You are now from China" with each sticker. Eventually, Italy was just like the others.

China stood up, and stared at his masterpieces. He grinned knowing what a great job he did. "Now, i'm off to take over the world!" He spun around, and left the scene, leaving all the nations covered in stickers, for the following couple days.

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