"Kaoru! Put (f/n) to bed, aru!" your father, China yells.
"Noooooooooo! Don't leave me alone," you beg.
Just then, Japan walked into the room. "Kaoru went to go see Iceland. He left a few hours ago."
China sighed and lifted you up. "Okay, aru, I will, then."
Japan nodded and went back to work.
China carried you up to your room. He placed you onto your bed and lifted the covers so that you could crawl under. After you did, he tucked you in. He turned to leave, but your arm shot out and grabbed his sleeve.
He looked over at you. "What is it, (f/n)?"
You looked at him, fear in your eyes. "I don't like the dark."
China gazed softly at you and sat on the edge of your bed. "Do you want me to stay here, aru?"
You nodded. "Can you sing?"
He was surprised. You would usually have Hong Kong or Japan sing to you if you needed it. You hardly ever asked him to sing.
"Yeah, okay, aru."
China cleared his throat.
His looked over at you. "Was that okay, aru?"
You nodded sleepily. "Yeah. Thank you, papa."
He grinned, relieved. "You're welcome, aru. 我愛你。"2
All the sudden, there was a loud crash at your door.
"HYUNG! WHY DON'T YOU SING TO ME?!?!"