Of Pandas and "Aru"'s (CHINA)

[Luci Bonnefoy]

Luci was taking a break from looking at her own booth and began to wander around, looking for something else fun to do. Fortunately for her (and unfortunately for China), she found another interesting booth. What attracted her to it, exactly? There was a panda in it. A very cute panda, by the looks of it.

Luci skipped into the room, looking with sparkling eyes at the adorable panda bear. "Chiiiiiiinaaaaaaa!~" she called, even though he was less than a foot away from her. "Is that your panda? It's SO cute! Can I hoooold it?"

The problem was, Luci was on a sugar rush from all the cake she'd been eating, which meant that she was even more rambunctious than usual. She stood up on her tiptoes to get a better look at the panda, poking China repeatedly as she did so, and even going as far as to narrate herself. "Poke? Poke?"

[Wang Yao]

China had been busy showing a couple of Italian kids around the room, making sure they didn't touch anything. If he found fingerprints on his pictures...well, let's just say they did NOT want to leave fingerprints on China's pictures.
As they left, he turned his back to the door, checking on the food to make sure everything still looked good. He made a point to change it out every so often so it didn't get bad or inedible. He'd have to fry some more-
'Chiiiiiiinaaaaaaa!~' He yelped and jumped roughly twenty feet into the air at the sudden scream, a feat that would probably result in severe pain in his limbs later that day. Before he'd even fully landed, he instinctively grabbed Mr. Panda, who was sitting happily in his chair, and held him to his chest with one hand, grabbing his wok with the other, ready to strike.
He blinked as he came face-to-face with his "attacker." It was...a little girl? Did he know her? She certainly knew him. Considering he had never seen her at the world summit, he simply assumed she was some random micronation. And-
Oh, he didn't appreciate pokes. At all.
"No, now stop that, aru!" He snapped, slapping her hand away with the wok. "Where did you even come from, aru?! And who did he have to complain to about a rude little micronation? And where had he put the asprin....

[Luci Bonnefoy]

Before she knew it, Luci was having her hand slapped. A pout showed up on her face and she stomped on China's foot in anger. "Don't slap me, it's not nice." and after that, as if he was going to insult her more, he asked her where she came from! She hated it when people forgot or just plain didn't know her, just because she was a small country and a small person. Glaring up at China, she answered,

"I'm REÚNION! Reúnion Island! Remember? France's little sister! Next door to Madagascar?" she then looked at Mr. Panda and her face softened considerably. "Mr. Panda is really cute. Is that his name?" in a matter of seconds she'd calmed down considerably, but probably not for long. A calm Luci never lasted long. "So, can I--WAIT." she said, trying to hide her French accent, "I'll ask in your language!" by "language" she obviously meant "accent", but this uneducated little girl- or rather, uneducated little seventeen-year-old girl was not aware of that. "Can ai howld yoah panda nao, aru?" she said, imitating or trying to imitate China's accent. It was admittedly very cute, or at least for people who found Luci cute in the first place. She looked up hopefully at China, hoping he wasn't offended by her stomping on his foot in revenge earlier.

[Wang Yao]

"Hey!" Yao grabbed one of her pigtails, his face red with rage now. Those damned Europeans thought they could just walk in and treat him how they wanted! In his own house! Or, his own exhibit, in this case. No way he was having that again. Especially not from some smart-mouthed brat who thought she could pass herself off as a nation."WHERE. IS. FRANCE, ARU? He had half a mind to rip of the Frenchman's chest hairs one by one, then move onto his nails. Oh, there were plenty of horribly painful things he could think of to do to him.
And she STILL wanted to play with his panda?
If she so much as thought about touching Mr. Panda,"Reúnion Island" was going to be wiped off the map.
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That accent, however, was the last straw. He'd been planning on just sending her back to whatever hole she crawled out of with a stern talking to and making France miserable with a couple of tricks he'd learned as a kid, but she could forget about that. Now he was angry.
With that, he smacked her over the head with the wok, then wrapped an arm around her waist to pick her up, intending on throwing her out the highest window in the building rather than the door. This was worse than America, Korea, and Russia put together!

[Luci Bonnefoy]

Luci's lip quivered, and she burst into tears. That obviously wasn't enough for China, who was very evil-tempered, because before she knew it the tiny girl was being picked up and carried to who knows where- the window?! Luci flailed around, trying to grab at the wok that had given her so much pain. "I don't know, I was looking for him!" she cried, answering China's question of the location of her brother. She wished France would save her... where was he, anyway? Amidst her tears Luci lost her strength momentarily and fell limp. "You're so mean...." she whimpered, turning her head to look at the cruel country who was causing her so much pain.

And through all that, very suddenly, Luci was consumed by a fit of rage. She began kicking again, and yelled, "HELP ME BIG BROTHER! GET OFFA ME, LADY!" No one would be mean to her. She may be a small country, but she could be strong if she wanted to. She flailed around, trying to reach China's hair so she could tug on it. After all, he pulled on her hair. So she should get a fair chance, too! But he was so strong... As Luci struggled, she prayed to herself that she wouldn't die. She didn't want to die yet! There was so much she hadn't gotten to do yet... all this struggling was making her thirsty. Her body went limp again, but not because she'd given up.

She'd gotten sidetracked with thoughts of getting something to drink.

[Wang Yao]

He groaned, pulling the wok out of the girl's reach. Fine, if he couldn't find France, he'd dump her in a closet or something and wait for him. Or just find a window that wasn't painted shut like the last three he'd seen. Whichever he ran across first. If she got lucky, maybe he'd find that closet first. Either way, there was no way he was letting her go away without punishment for treating her elder this way.
Stop crying, a- He shouted something in angry-sounding Chinese as she began to flail, tightening his grip on her. Where had that sudden energy burst come from? He shifted his arms around as best he could, trying not to let go of the wok at the same time as her.

'GET OFF ME, LADY!' Yao blinked, his brain processing what he'd just heard, then growled. So he liked his hair long. What was so horribly terrible about that? Either way, nobody called him a lady and got away with it.

I'M NOT A LADY, ARU! He promptly smacked her with the wok once again, then again as he felt her fingers getting close to his ponytail. NO TOUCHING THE HAIR, ARU. NOW BEH-huh? She wasn't moving. Why wasn't she moving?
Frowning, he poked her in the head with a free finger, looking for signs of life. Uh oh...

[Luci Bonnefoy]

Oops. Apparently this guy was a guy after all, and not a lady. She'd made him mad, and he'd smaked her with the wok again. Luci's head was throbbing. Stupid wok. Who even carried those around, anyway? That was just mean. Mean, mean, mean, and cruel. But then, when she'd thought he really would kill her, Luci realized that her limpness may or may not have saved her- momentarily at least, for China had stopped and had poked her, and seemed just a tad bit calmer. Perhaps if she played dead, he'd let her go?

Oh, but playing dead was so boring, she wasn't sure she would be able to make it that long. And being poked was kind of annoying. And, she was still thirsty. Luci gave a small sigh, and realized that if she wanted to get on China's good side, she'd have to be nice and polite.

"Um, Mr China sir?" her tiny voice said tentatively, making sure to say "sir" and not "lady", "I'm thirsty and I'm tired of playing. You're hurting me...." her shiny amethyst eyes tried to gaze up at him as she turned her head to look at him, making herself look much like a little lost puppy. This expression always worked on Big Brother, so it should work on meany-man, too. Even if it didn't she'd explained she was tired, anyway. She was tired of playing at least. Where was America or France when she needed them? Alfred always said he was a hero, but he wasn't being very heroic right now or he would have saved her already. Luci frowned and sighed again. This was getting old.