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*Read the description below, there is a picture/drawing from a fellow deviantART member that goes along with the short story.* Wang Yao stood in his kitchen stirring some soup he had prepared for himself and his little brother Honda. He cleared the stray hair out of his eyes, while the rest of it sat in a low pony tail. Known more formally as the nation China, Wang hummed to himself. The aroma of the Geng was permeating throughout the house and making some little nation in the other room not focus on his assignment. Japan was told to work on some numbers and letters. Sprawled out on the floor on a futon mattress, little Honda who wasn't mor