[Fabric moving against fabric, soft breathing; the sounds of someone sleeping. Then muttering, quiet at first, growing increasingly agitated as it continues until China wakes up, screaming at the top of his lungs;]

YOU GET AWAY FROM MY VITAL REGIONS, ARU!

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[Well, China was at the cabinets, taking stock of canned goods, but he drops those as the scream echoes through the communicators, crying out in Mandarin and whipping around toward the offending object.]

Aiyaaa, what in the heck was that?!

...[He picks up the communicator and glares at it for a moment, frowning worriedly. Then:]

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