Ebony-White

When China opens the door to a chilly Sunday afternoon, he's not particularly surprised to see Russia standing there, thin cheeks bloody with the cold. It's not the first time, and it's likely not to be the last, so China takes this occasion with more than a little of his usual disdain. "You look pathetic, aru," he says, folding his hands in his sleeves and taking in his bedraggled neighbor's appearance. "And I am amazed that you dragged yourself out of bed to come and bother me so soon. Half your body collapses and I am still not going to become 'one with Russia.'" Russia's amethyst eyes (overlarge in their sunken face) blink, as if the th