I've been debating whether or not to write this ever since I got into Hetalia… But, I guess I should, just to test out my ability to write the Hetalian characters better. (Does that make sense?)

A world meeting. His mind had been bogged all day, being kept up all night by his own thoughts. God, how he hated traveling all the way to America for this. (Although, last month it was in Russia, and the month before it was in Finland, so the somewhat warm weather was a nice change for Yao.)

Yao looked up, hearing the impatient voice of Arthur call for him. The meeting was over, and the Englishman was itching to leave America as soon as he could. (Although, Alfred was pleading with his ally to stay, and Francis was also intent on staying for a bit longer.) Yao was lagging behind in their walk down the busy streets, and he was quite far from the group. Getting closer to them all, he could hear the random mumbled voice of Feliciano, who randomly decided to tag along since Francis was with them. What the Italian was saying, though, Yao had no idea.

"Why the bloody hell are you walking so slow?" Arthur hissed as soon as Yao came into earshot. "I made it clear I want to leave now, and I won't stand for any of you being slow-"

"Oh dear Arthur, must you be so cruel?" Francis asked, in his airy and slightly flirty voice. "Yao is just walking at a normal pace. It's not his fault you're just so impulsive."

An icy glare was shot at the Frenchman, and Arthur slowly moved his glower from Francis to Yao. "Hurry up already, moron. You're so bloody slow at something as simple as walking-"

"I'm sorry, aru." Yao interrupted, smiling slightly at the Englishman's random anger. "I didn't mean to bother you, Arthur. Sorry again, aru."

Gritting his teeth, Arthur stormed ahead, leaving Yao, Francis, Feliciano and Alfred behind. The four rushed ahead, closing in on the Englishman while he slammed his feet into the pavement. They were a strange bunch, really. Four of them chasing after the fifth, who was determined to just ignore them all and make his way home himself. And probably get lost on his way.

Somehow, Francis and Alfred convinced Arthur (Read as: Forced him or else they would promptly smack him around) to stop trying to get to the airport as soon as he could, and dragged him around with the other two. It was a funny sight, actually. Seeing Arthur kick and scream like a little child every time they turned the corner, while Feliciano skipped ahead of them, pointing out pet stores and restaurants everywhere he looked. Ignoring the shouts of annoyance from Arthur, and the squeals of joy from Feliciano, Yao was actually enjoying himself, and was slightly glad he decided to stay in America for longer than the conference. But, with Arthur's latest rant now starting, Yao's content feelings were obviously not going to last long, soon going to be replaced with a headache.

"…And I'm sick of being dragged along by you two, trying to get me caught up will all of your stupid ideas…" Arthur continued, now no longer being dragged by his wrists by Alfred and Francis.

Alfred, obviously holding in quite a few angry words, turned his head back to Arthur. "Could you shut up for just a second, you dumbass? You really have to stop getting so worked up over every single thing we do."

Arthur gritted his teeth angrily, grabbing Alfred and turning him around. "Why don't you shut up, you idiot?"

"Don't call me that!" Alfred shouted, glaring at the Englishman. Reverting back to his childish like personality, he started to bicker with the other man.

"Then don't call me some stupid name!" "But that's what you are!"

Feliciano pouted at their dispute, blinking slowly at the others. He looked at Yao. "Yao, could you please make them stop?"

Yao looked confused. "Why ask me, aru? You obviously know that they don't listen to me, aru." He said, his words almost silenced by Arthur's angry shouts and Alfred's insults.

Feliciano smiled weakly. "But, I think they'll listen to you better than me. I don't think they know me as well as you or big brother Francis."

Yao could practically feel the pride radiating off the Frenchman when he heard that, as the blond turned around with glee.

"I…I never knew you still saw me as your 'big brother', Feliciano!" Francis said, promptly hugging the Italian with an overdramatic smile. Tightly wrapping his arms around him, the blond man swayed slightly, almost choking Feliciano, who looked practically mortified ad the sudden show of strong affection.

"F-Francis, I think you're choking him, aru…" Yao said wearily, watching Feliciano try and pull from the forceful embrace with fear enveloping his expression.

Sighing, Yao glanced from the two, over to Alfred and Arthur. He didn't know what sight was more weird; Francis and his tightly locked hug around Feliciano's neck, or Arthur now strangling Alfred's throat while the American tried to tug at the other man's hair. People passing them all stared at the strange sight before them, mumbling things about how "The guy with the thick-looking eyebrows may be some psychopath." or "Is that poor boy able to breathe in that hug?"

Minutes later, Feliciano had managed to pull from Francis, and was now trying to cower behind Yao. Alfred had also gotten out of being the victim to Arthur's wrath, while the Englishman was being restrained by Francis. Slightly amused about how different their moods were now, Yao smiled while he led them all down the sidewalks once again. The two or three people who were watching from afar looked bewildered at how calm the group seemed now, (Well, all of them expect Arthur, who was still glaring at Alfred with a homicidal stare) in contrast to how they were acting just seconds beforehand.

"So, then, how much longer until we all leave?" Arthur mumbled, seeming much more calmer than before. "I mean, the sun looks like it's going down, I think none of us want to walk back in the dark."

Alfred turned his head back, looking at the other blond. "Hm. I guess we could check things out for another hour or so, if you want to…"

How did the two go from murderous to gentle in a matter of minutes?

Francis took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. "Hm. I agree with Arthur, I don't think we really want to walk, or drive, if we're lucky, all the way back the way we came. Honestly, these streets look all the same, it's disturbing."

"How about we all go stop and go back now?" Feliciano piped up, glancing over at the group. "It may take a while to get back to the airport, and if we're walking, it'll take longer…"

Strangely, the other four started talking civilized, and didn't sound like they were going to fight anytime soon. Yao was surprised by this, how the other four seemed to be talking to each other without wanting to claw out each other's throats, and how they weren't going to snap an insult out. (Then again, since Arthur was with them, that probably wasn't going to last long.)

This is how he liked things. Peaceful, calm, no fighting. He really, really hated it when they fought.

The sounds of car engines kept interrupting his thoughts, and Yao grumbled at that. He really couldn't stand the loud streets; it was giving him a headache.

"Fine, I guess we'll heave back now, then." Alfred declared, leading the small group across the street. "We should get there in an hour or two, unless we're in luck and we can get a car or something…"

Yao closed his eyes, listening to Alfred's plan quietly. His pace seemed to slow down, and he could tell he was going to be lagging behind again.

Then, a horrible sound filled his ears. Shooting his eyes open, he saw Feliciano facing him, who was on the corner of the sidewalk already. Only a few feet away, the Italian was screaming his name in fright.

His eyes suddenly noticed something coming towards him, and Yao quickly whipped his head to the right. A medium sized truck was deadly close to him, obviously not stopping.

A scared and pleading Feliciano screamed out Yao's name one last time, before the front end of the truck made contact with his body.

The horrible, painful feeling of being hit by something hard surged through his body, only it didn't stop. He was shoved down, and a sickening crunching feeling ran through him.

That's when the sight of the street left him, only seeing darkness.

"Yao!"