Summary: In World Academy, two popular students, and long time “friends”, China and Russia, gets into an argument that starts a competition on who influences all of Asia; the bet is to gather the most Asian nations they can, and at the end of the school year, the country with the most members in their Clique, wins, the loser must forfeiting their “control” on the nations they have, and humiliatingly admit the winner is the Ruler of Asia.
The school year ends, yet the competition is left as a draw, since both Cliques have equal members; starting next school year, China decides to invite an Asian nation that hadn't yet been accepted to World Academy, only to find out that Russia has already planned the same. With all of Asia now “conqueror”, and the two competitors still in their stand still, China and Russia sees no other choice but to steal from the competition.
Mongolia, who's in Russia's group, has been past friends with North Korea, who's in China's group, with the two finally able to rekindle their lost friendship thanks to the rare chance at entering World Academy together, both nations has no idea of the plans China and Russia has of them, and that their friendship would be used to unwittingly recruit the other, so that this bet can finally have a winner.
Extra: China and his group will be in Red, Russia and his group will be in Blue.
Mongolia will be in the normal color of this site. I sincerely hope this doesn't kill our eyes...
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China smiled at the chattering nations in the cafeteria, not the cafeteria in whole, but just the group at his table; the group in the Asia continent. Every Asian nation—students of World Academy, rather—sat at this table, from Japan down to Philippines, over to Turkey down to Yamen; though it's never been spoken (who is he kidding? He says it all the time!) China was like, is, the leader of these nations. The emperor, the originator, the 'Big Brother', China sent off his humans to create the countries that were now dinning with him, and those that weren't directly from him, were from a country that was directly from him. China was like their father, in a sense, but that word made him feel old, so he rather they called him Big Brother ('Ruler' seemed to put them off, since that whole newfangled phase of 'independence' struck the lot of them).
“Hmm...? Aiya~, pei,” Taiwan was looking over China's shoulder to stare at his plate, only to give a sound of disgust, which sounded more exasperated than actual distaste, “you're eating congee again?” Taiwan sat back in her seat, her face was dry set, mentally berating herself as if she should have expected what she saw.
China hunched his shoulders over his plate instinctively, caught off guard by the female nation's invasion and insult, “I have xián yā dàn, this time, aru...” China told, shooting the female a glare as she stared at him knowingly, congee was a rather poor dish, and he has been eating it the past week of school, actually, since the first day of school, two weeks had already gone by. “Besides... stir fry's getting rather expensive, aru...” China mumbled, his lips poking out in a pout.
Like this one, here, that sat directly on his left, Taiwan, she was so adorable, taking his name like that, it was funny that she thought she was actually just as important as he was; sure, she took a rather important title from him, but the 'Republic of China' was an obsolete thought that he didn't need in the first place, if she wanted to recycle his garbage, then by all means... However, Taiwan was smart enough to leave him out of her claim, the nation liked to think that she was the 'original' China, or rather the new direction for the country, but she always remembered her place around him, the subject was almost ignored (on her side, rather, China didn't mind reminding her that he was, and always will be, the mainlands).
Why, sometimes China would affectionately call her what he remembered her by, Formosa, a name that did nothing but make her angry... which is why he'd say it. Though often he'd only do so when she really got on his nerves, and dealing with the whole of Asia, it was a lot that could get on one's nerves, and so only through experience did China learn to have better discipline over his emotions and actions, making it harder to really tick someone like him off.
“Ehu, hu, hu, hu~.” China froze, he knew that laughter anywhere, actually, even if he didn't know that laughter, the frosty tone beneath it would certainly cause anyone to freeze, startled. “It's not going to be too hot, is it...?” Directly across the table from China, there, sat Russia. Russia, sitting at China's table—it was never said aloud, but it was China's table, he was the first to sit there, and the nations just flocked over—what was he doing here?!
“Ha, ha, ha~, you could always dress cooler, take your scarf off before you come.” Thailand answered to Russia, and that made China frown, those too were a little too buddy buddy for China's liking, but China just always assumed Thailand was too much of a pushover, and didn't know how to keep Russia's visits at bay, like he did.
“Hee, you say that all the time. You know I cannot.” Russia told, his eyes were closed merrily like a cat, a comfortable cat that shouldn't even be here.
“You can't tell me you can't take that thing off. And so do you, ke, ha, ha, ha~.” Thailand grinned, yanking at his uniform collar, as if coaxing Russia to try and do the same, but Russia just continued to grin, his large shoulders trembling from the deep laughter in his gut; those two were really yucking it up together...
“How—when did you get here, aru?!” China cried out.
He couldn't believe it, how did he not see that large nation siting right across from him, towering over everyone, well, except for Turkey, but China sat on the furthest east of the table, where many of the shorter Asian nations resided, so since Turkey was further west down the table, it seemed as if Russia towered over him; sure, China was taller than many of them, too, but unlike Russia, China looked a more natural, like an Emperor amongst bowed heads, Russia, on the other hand, looked as strange as an icy mountain growing amongst hills of gold.
Russia was going to respond to Thailand's comment, but China's outburst had cut him off, opening his eyes, it made him look a lot less marry than before, but Russia's countenance was just as pleasant as it always was, no show of if he was annoyed or not as he smiled hollowly. “Huh, I've been at this table since lunch started...?” Russia explained, closing his eyes again, he then titled his head to the side, looking like a puppy more than the cat his expression told, “You didn't see me?” Russia laughed out, the laughter pointed out how impossible such a thing could be.
How could anyone miss something so large, was what China wanted to point out, but instead, he kept his composure, “Ah, really? I've hadn't notice, aru.” China admitted, keeping his polite facade, until his first outburst of rudeness was adequately forgotten.
China smiled, but one corner of his mouth was slightly higher than the other, a hint of a smirk that only Russia could tell since he sat across from China, able to look directly into China's face, “I don't exactly remember you being apart of this table the past few years; what happened to 'your' table, aru?” with the Westerners? Only Russia could catch that meaning, the two were friends, and like friends, they had little secret tones and words that reminded them of past events.
Russia opened his eyes, “I've visited in the past.” Russia corrected. He continued to look pleasant, but, like China's smile, Russia's eyes held a hint of mockery in them, that could only be caught with direct eye contact. “And, actually, I've been sitting here for lunch since the beginning of this school year. Hu, hu, hu~, you really hadn't notice?” Russia outright laughed, as it was true, he had been sitting in that very spot this starting year, watching China's eyes survey the table, like a noble watching the masses. China blushed, embarrassed, he couldn't tell, but it didn't seem like Russia was lying to him (China had a rather good judgment of these things), even now, he didn't see when Russia sat down before him, so did he really overlook the nation for two whole weeks? “And can't I sit here? I'm Asian, too, you know.” Russia told, he didn't laugh, for he wasn't joking.
“Are you serious, aru?” China growled out dryly, as if what Russia said was completely preposterous. This made China rather angry, and a frown marred his face, under the table his fist clenched, he didn't know what Russia had planned, but he knew this game, and had a good idea where it was going. “You. are. not.”
“I'm half.” Russia admitted, then his face looked rather troubled, though all a facade. “Oh, or do you think just because I didn't 'originate' from you,” Russia poked China's cheek, and China swatted at him, “it mean's I'm not?” Russia smiled, condescending child like wonder in his eyes, at the end.
“You're not—at all—aru.” China said, his words were final, and held no room for argument. “Why are you being so interested now, anyways? Did the Occidentals finally become smart and kick you out, aru?” China joked. He wasn't joking.
“Not nice, Kitay.” Russia whined, squirming in his seat, pretending, dramatically, to be hurt by China's 'joke'.
“Don't call me that!” China said quickly, shuddering at the pet name, nations using their home language to call China's name was too close to actual friendship, he'd rather countries like Russia use his official name when speaking to him.
Russia ignored him, “I'm very much Asian, you're the only one uncomfortable by it.” Russia said, looking around. China followed Russia's vision, China saw how no one seemed to shudder from Russia's presences like he was, they didn't even glance their way, as if Russia was a natural, frequent, student at their table. “It's nothing wrong with being half Asian and half European; I like it, it's like I have influence over both continents, ehu, hu, hu.” Russia joked. He wasn't joking.
“Aiya, you always act as if you own everything, aru,” China huffed, his glare turned icy, “stay out of my continent.” China warned quietly.
“Your continent?” Russia looked genuinely confused, but China knew it wasn't genuine. Russia than closed his eyes with another cat like smile, and tapped the nation next to him, which was currently Vietnam. Stoically, she looked up at the taller nation, chopsticks hovering above her meal, (she was about the only one eating and not chatting to other nations), “I'm coming over your house this summer, Vietnam. Ah, but I'm visiting Thai's house then, too, oh, I guess I can just come in July, instead—so July it is then, don't forget.” Russia told, rambling to himself, until he came up with a good conclusion on his own.
Vietnam listened to him thoughtfully, and then she nodded in agreement and went back to her meal. Normally China would have brushed this off, thinking that Vietnam was too easy, she was a pretty friendly nation and often kept quiet, but come to think of it, she and Russia did have a very strong bond in the past; Russia's point was clear, he had some sort a influence over China's nations, be it slim—China was certain of that—it was still one too many for China's liking.
The bell rung, and lunch was over, and as the cafeteria cleared out, Russia and China walked besides each other, covertly continuing their conversation, “If you think you have as much power over them as I do, you are wrong, aru...” China started, his voice was low so any outsiders wouldn't pick up on the conversation, he even looked forward as if he wasn't speaking to Russia at all.
“There's no need to be paranoid, Zhōngguó, it's not unusual for old countries to loose their control over a large continent; I don't think you'll disappear like Roma...” Russia told, speaking so casually, voice sounding so honest, even though he practically stated that China would soon be a fallen country, unneeded—plus he just called China old.
China faltered his facade a moment, and jerked his head to gap at Russia in disbelief, but then he composed himself as they continued walking to class, and glared forward once more. “Are you trying to say that you have more control over Asia than I do, aru?!” China hissed harshly—he couldn't believe this.
“Oh, I'm not trying.” I'm showing, China could just hear it trailing behind Russia's words.
“Saw deh lar—How... how dare you... you can't... you—why are you still following me, aru?!” China cried out at the end, turning to look up at Russia in disbelief, China's class was just down this hall, Asia hall, no where near Europe hall, Africa hall split Europe's and Asia's hall apart, Russia should have long since split from him.
Russia just looked down at China with a closed mouth smile, a knowing look beaming from his face, when they reached the classroom (everyone already inside due to the two's slow pace), China slammed his palm onto the wall, blocking Russia from continue walking. “No way...” China said, looking down at the floor, his hand shaking in strain as he clenched his fingers, like he was trying to ball up the wall in his fist.
“Ah, you really hadn't notice.” Russia grinned, and China collapsed against the wall, smacking his forehead to it in defeat; he had never notice Russia in Asia class—China was one hundred percent certain that Russia had been in Europe class the first few years they had been here, China had once walked Russia there—but come to think of it, the past weeks of class had felt very annoying for some reason. Russia patted the back of China's head soothingly.
“Asia nations are very friendly, they listen easily and are good at following the rules.” Russia complimented, but it sounded more like he was shopping for pets, or rather, that he had already done the shopping, and was just writing a review.
“Let's make a bet...” China mumbled, face still pressed to the wall; Russia's eyes flew back down too look at the top of China's head, they seemed to shadow over when he narrowed them, his tiny smile still on his face though; this time Russia was honestly confused.
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Name: Mongol Uls
Gender: Female
Appearance: Mongol stands at a tall 170.18/ 5'7ft cm, with the weight of 58.9 kg/130 lbs; her form is slim, but rather muscular, and though she's trying to become more western, Mongol still wears oversize shirts and sweaters, with the sleeves dragging over her hands, an innate sense of fashion to make her hands look smaller; her nails are painted black, and are in an acrylic styled square cut.
Her skin is a pale white, that changes with the climate, it'll always stay pale, but sometimes she can turn a cold purple, or a warm pink at sensitive points like her face and finger tips. Mongol's eyes are a really dark red, that shows as a rust color when in the light, at a far away glance, they are just pitch black. She has a cut on her left eyebrow, and multiple scars on her legs, which is why she can be seen wearing stockings when dealing with short dresses or skirts.
For a while now, she's been in the tradition of cutting her hair, and doesn't allow it to grow any longer than the top of her shoulders; it's a hair ceremony she do that are known mostly to be done with Mongolian children, but Mongol does this every two years. Mongol keeps her hair in a pressed bob, a pink peony flower can bee seen over her left ear.
Independence Day: November 26 (No matter what the Chinas may think...)
Clique: Eurasia
Leader: Rossiyskaya Federatsiya
Personality: Mongol is nurturing person, she likes to take the Big Sister role frequently, especially towards people who she can relate to; she can be mother hen or a mother bear, it depends on what the situation calls for. Mongol's not a leader, but she would help the new members of the group, and can be a teacher if a leader is not present. This strong desire to help friends is equal to her strong desire to crush her enemies; what this means is Mongol can be very loyal, almost blindingly so, but she can also hold a rather mean grudge, so impressions are very important around her, as a good one can bring out her unfailing devotion, while a bad one may cause a hate vendetta for all of eternity.
Being an unpopular nation, Mongol doesn't exactly care about the students opinion of her, what she does is honest, and if nations don't like it, then it just isn't meant to be. That being said, she's ready to defend those who are prone for rumors, she doesn't believe anything about another person unless she was told directly by them, or saw so herself. Mongol always supports her friends, and if something controversial is being said of them, she would defend them first, then ask questions later.
History: Mongol was once under the “tutelage” of China, who she always saw as a bossy, domineering nation. She could instantly tell the nature of China, and knew that he wanted to keep her an underdeveloped country so that she couldn't rise and walk in the footsteps of her late father. At a chance breakaway, during a time when China fell seriously ill, Mongol struggled to live on her own, until she stumbled upon Russia, who despite their turmoil past created by her father, seemed to hold no grudge with her, and actually took her under his wing; Mongol then become apart of the Soviet Union.
Mongol's friendship with North Korea was brought by their mutual connection of Russia's Union, when North Korea joined Soviet Russia's house, Mongol was one of the first countries to welcome her with open arms; not exactly a teacher, though Mongol helped her fit in with the growing Union. Sadly, when Russia grew sick, and his Union disbanded, Mongol's connection not only faltered from Russia, but also from North Korea, and many other countries after. Russia being her sole supporter at the time, his sickness was also her vulnerability, and China didn't hesitate to exploit it, bringing Mongol once again under his full control.
Mongol was very surprised to receive Russia's help, though of course she called for it, she just really hadn't expect a response; Russia coming to her aid had created her undying loyalty of that nation, and her certainty that he always had her best interest in mind. Mongol had hoped to lose all ties with her old mentor, once and for all, only to find that China was still very much friends with Russia, and that his friendship with Russia was the only reason she was able to escape her dependence. Russia continues to request that Mongol be cordial with China, and though she complies, Mongol doesn't hesitate to let China know their “friendship” and her tolerance of him is only to make Russia happy.
One day, Mongol received two letters in the mail, one signed “WA”, and the other “RF”; the first was a letter accepting her into the prestigious World Academy in the Americas—America's land, specifically—and the other she knew was from Russia, and had opened first, finding that he had granted her enrollment into the school. Ecstatic to finally having the privilege to meet new countries, Mongol heartily accepted, searching for Russia on the first day, and following him around as he showed her the ropes.
Extra: Though Mongol may not be the most important member in Russia's Clique, she likes to play as his right hand man from time to time, and usually when Russia wants something done, he comes to her for her hand and support.
