Full Summary:

Ever wondered what China does before Christmas? Well, they say China is taking over the world- slowly, but surely. Is he? Or is he just too busy for that? 90% of toys are made there…what do you make of that? Christmas! Crack

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Over the years, hundreds of politicians, economists, teachers, newspapers… and, of course, lets not forget those wise pizza delivery people, have foretold that in time, the Chinese will elbow America away and claim the world power chart (a bit like the top 40 songs chart).

China: Mwahhhahhhahhha! A brand new Chinese Empire, aruu!
Japan: *shudder*

Or will he really?

Poland: Like, seriously, like, are you, like, out of your mind? *check nails*
Reader: ? (O_O')

This question isn't easy to answer, boys and girls. Oh no, you have to use your logic you see…or have you forgotten to download that app?

Carefully, look around you…

Your table- made in China

Your books- printed in China

Your clothes, the same

Your beloved pen, the same.

Et cetera

Et et cetera

There you go. There is absolutely no doubt that he has already has. So, you may ask: 'Why isn't there a Shinatty-chan in every room by now, eh?'

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I've no idea, to be honest.

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But I do have a brilliant theory to share with you, my dear readers. A theory about how China spends the month before Christmas.

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Fact: More than 90% of Christmas toys you see are made in China.

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Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there-

"Faster, faster! 快一点!"

"Just a few hours 'til Christmas!"

"Are those ready yet?"

Through out the Forbidden Palace, the workers (aka provinces) yelled at one another.

Even though it is night in America/ Britain, there was still daylight here. All mice were killed during the pest control campaign (cockroaches too) and there was not a single chimney so stockings were dumped in a dark corner, feeling regrected.

St. Nicholas will not be delivering the presents, which was the gossip today. No, he was locked up in the hidden dungeon.

"Jeez, Dad, give us a break, aru," the one named Hunan sighed. "You're such a meanie."

But, the nation himself did not hear as…

*deep breath* The Forbidden City covers an area of about 72 hectares (178 acres) with a total floor space of approximately 150,000 square meters (1,600,000 square feet). It consists of 90 palaces and courtyards, 980 buildings and 8,704 rooms.

(Ahh, don't you just love 'copy and paste'?)

Sitting on the Dragon throne, the man looked so powerful, wearing his big red coat that was stuffed and a pair of shiny boots. Swinging his leg back and forth as though he was a child, China readjusted his fake Santa beard.

"Aiii~ this is so relaxing compared to building the Great Wall, aru," he sighed with a grin.

"BRING IN THE PRISONER, ARU!" His strong masculine voice travelled across the palace, making everyone jump, including the rock. That's how manly his voice has become.

Poor Finland was thrown on the floor, bruised and sore.

He groaned.

China stood up, his fake tummy bounced slightly.

Finland grimaced.

"HOHOHO, aru! Welcome to my version of LAPLAND!"

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"Would you like a souvenir, aru? Or a snack?"

THE END.

Finland: \(OAO)/!

Just for LOLOLOLOL-ing! A late Christmas present, I suppose. What's life without a bit of madness, eh?

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