China opened the closet door, the door unlocked, and what he saw was... well... he would say disgusting, shocking, but then he'd sound like a prude. Which. OK, he might be, slightly, but still, he wasn't a complete prude, neither. So, China settled with the word 'uncomfortable' to describe what lay before him.
Two so-called 'enemies'.
In a closet.
One pinned against the wall and floor by the other.
Kissing.
China quickly shut the door, but before succeeding his task, a blinding white light flashed, knocking the two other countries currently kissing, most likely the worst kiss ever, unconscious. China, closest to the source of the powerful blast, took full blunt of the attack, and collapsed, his phone accidentally calling whoever was at the top of his contacts.
The states, interested for the most part, started poking and prodding, only some prefering to stay away, for they were... for the most part, more.. civilized, yes?
"Jung-Gug?" (Google translate//Korean: China?)
(A/n: hA- short. Sorry. TmT)
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That's not me in the mirror (RusAme)
FanfictionIF ANYBODY HAS A BETTER TITLE,PLEASE TELL ME! Random Rusame Countryhumans fanfic Russia and America switch bodies. Done. This... is a bad description, im so sorry-
