Finding Love (China x Female Reader x Japan)

Meeting More Countries

The next day, I was asked by Feliciano and Lovino if I could help them in gathering tomatoes to make pasta sauce. I gladly accepted their request.

In a portion of the huge garden, a number of vegetables and fruits were being grown. While picking out tomatoes with the Italian brothers, I made friends with the country Spain. He introduced himself as Antonio Fernàndez Carriedo. He helped us with the work.

"Romano, could you pass the basket here?" Antonio asked him.
"Get it yourself, you bastard," was Lovino's reply.
"Haha, okay. I'll get it," the Spanish country stood up from his place and went over, smiling.

I was surprised to find him so optimistic and cheerful even after facing such harsh comments from Lovino. I have heard that Antonio had raised Lovino since he was a small country. Maybe he grew attached towards him for that reason and thinks of himself as his guardian.

"They are more like brothers," I thought to myself, smiling.

All of a sudden, Kiku and Yao came to my mind. Even though they weren't related...they were like brothers once. So what happened?

"Ve~ Look, bella! We got so many tomatoes!" Feliciano showed me a basket full of tomatoes. I smiled.

We took the tomatoes inside and headed towards the kitchen where we kept them.

"Ve~ Now I'll start making pasta~ Brother Romano, what would you like to eat?"
"Make pizza for me, you bastard."
"Roger!"
"I'm not Roger! I'm Romano, you bastard!"

I giggled at the brothers' silliness. I left the kitchen and walked on the corridor, thinking about Kiku.

I only have a month in my hand...I have to confess my feelings to him sooner or later! But...will he accept them...? Will he ‐

"Ow!"

I bumped into someone and fell on the floor.

"Oh, I am sorry. Are you alright?" A hand was offered to me to get up. I took the hand.

"Thank you for your help. And I'm sorry, I wasn't ‐" I stopped when I saw the face of the person.

"Alfred!"

His hairstyle was different and he held on to a small polar bear in his hands.

"Oh no, I'm not America. I am his brother, Canada," he said.
"Oh I see..."
"Who are you?" the polar bear asked its master.
He sighed. "I am Canada."

"My name is (Y/n). It's a pleasure to meet you, Canada."
"Eh, please call me Matthew," he said, smiling.

The brothers were so different, I thought to myself. Alfred is always so hyper while his brother, Matthew, is so calm.

"So, where were you headed off to, (Y/n)?" Matthew asked.
"Well, I was just looking around."
"Oh, if you would like then you can come and have some pancakes with me. I just received new supplies of maple syrup today."
"Really? That's really kind of you. Thank you very much," I replied.

As far as I've heard, the maple syrup from Canada was the best one. To be able to taste it would be a pleasant opportunity for me.

We walked down the long corridor, talking about trivial things when I saw two men and a boy running in our direction with a pile of files in each one of their hands.

"Hurry, Lithuania! Or else Mr. Russia will terrorize us again!" the man with the spectacles said in panic.
"Yes, I am hurrying. But I can't believe he is bossing us around even when we don't work for him anymore!" the green‐eyed brunette replied.
"This is how he has always been!" The shorter one cried out.