This stupid shit of a fanfic.
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I hate it. So much.
The first chapter's fairly normal; things will become preeeetty messed up later. (Warning, gore and such).
STILL WHATEVER I WILL BOTHER YOU GUYS WITH THIS SHIIITTTYY STUPID STORY about ANGST and crap.
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Don't own Hetalia.
Nor do I own any countries; however, that may change in the future.
Interlude I
The phone would never ring.
Ivan reclined on the couch, watching the setting sun and sliding shadows while he slid his cell phone open and closed. Try as he might, he couldn't suppress the twisted feeling in his stomach, churning. No matter how much he wanted to hear the familiar tinkling of his ringtone, hastily pick and hear the mellifluous voice of his beloved laughing and smiling, whispering sweet words to him, only him –
He could only stare at the screen like some dumbfounded idiot.
The terrible aching in his eyes would not stop.
The phone. He wanted it never to ring.
But…he still had the hope, that hope that had budded one day on that maybe everything was still a dream, and his love might come back to him shyly wrapping his slender arms around his waist, looking up with a coy smile….if only.
If only the game had never begun.
"Yao…."
The sunlight sparkled as the rays of light reached the lone teardrop on the cell.
Round 1
Two boys were walking down a hallway, the second one looking like he was almost chasing after the shorter boy in front. "Yao! Come on, stop running, just hear me out!"
"Leave me the fuck alone!"
Ivan huffed angrily, speed walking even faster down the school halls. He would have broken out into a full run had there not been classes in session on either side of the hallway. "I swear, love, just listen to me! It's not what you thought it was!"
"Fuck you. I'm sincerely convinced that you and me…you don't even give a shit about me do you?"
Yao hissed angrily when his back was slammed painfully into the cold, hard wall. He refused to meet the taller boy's violet eyes and shoved futilely at Ivan's shoulders, as if that was going to work at all. "Don't TOUCH me. Don't touch me with these hands that touched him. Disgusting bastard. You revolt me."
The blonde's eyes flashed with malicious anger. "Are you kidding me? Why are you jumping to conclusions? You won't even give me a chance to explain, will you?"
"No. You think some sweet, petty words to assuage me will work? I'm not a fool. There's nothing, nothing you can say to make me think otherwise." Yao spit on Ivan, gritting his teeth, clenching his small fists.
It was true – Ivan truly had no reason to give Yao…no matter how you could have looked at it, Ivan completely destroyed their relationship. Walking in to see Ivan and Alfred in a passionate embrace, lips locked and hair tousled, Yao had run out. Ivan didn't regret it though, making out with Alfred. He'd reveled in it, the passion, the danger….the heat and unrestraint. To his rather bipolar, teenage way of thinking, Yao always looked too delicate and innocent for the type of physical contact that he really wanted, and it was more an innate protectiveness that he didn't want to hurt the smaller boy in any way that made him turn to his friend, who turned out to be having a slightly similar problem with his boyfriend. (Though in Alfred's case, it was more like Arthur was too dense to catch onto the elder's advances.)
The feeling of equal dominance, not having to worry about breaking his significant other was exhilarating. It was more stress relief and 'fun', different from what he felt about Yao.
When it came to Ivan's pride, though, nothing, absolutely nothing could stop him when his ego was hurt. Not even Yao. "Disgusting…bastard?" He couldn't let this pass - it wasn't like Ivan was going to back down now. His eyebrows furrowed and easily removed Yao's hands from his shoulders. "Don't be so fucking stubborn! Just let me try to explain what the fuck happened, for once!"
Of course, there was nothing really to explain.
Yao tried to shake his boyfriend's fingers off of his wrist, but they held on tight, squeezing the pale skin until Yao could feel the purple blossoming under Ivan's grip. He took a deep breath, his voice dangerously quiet.
"Do you think…it's possible for me, right here and now, to forgive what kind of appalling thing you did to me? You think that I could just LET GO? WHAT KIND OF FUCKING WORLD ARE YOU LIVING IN ASSHOLE?" Towards the end, Yao's voice rose to hysteria, shrieking unabashedly, his porcelain face flushed.
And Ivan saw red. Forgive? Now Yao had to forgivehim?
The smaller boy broke off with a pained squeak when the blonde started squeezing his wrists harder, to where he felt they were going to snap. His eyes finally darted up, frightened, to the taller boy, who turned out to be glaring at the Asian as if he was a dead fly on the bottom of his shoe. The rage that Ivan felt was unparalleled. How dare this…
"You're a fucking bitch, Yao. A goddamned motherfucking bitch."
Yao froze.
Silence permeated the air; the only sound was their mutual breathing.
Ivan almost immediately regretted what he said, and he would have traded his all his life to take back the completely hurt, shocked look on the exotically beautiful face and the sick feeling in his stomach.
The pair of coffee colored jewels he looked into after lovemaking, the delicate eyebrows that portrayed the beauty's emotions, the pale pink lips that he'd sucked on ever so slightly that brought about giggles, now were all twisted into a grimace so miserable and wretched.
Shit….he should have never uttered those words. Regret came on quick, and these words, like daggers, had done the job too well, creating wounds that one could never recover from. He stumbled back, his hands limp when he saw the damage inflicted on Yao.
He'd gone overboard this time.
Large, dewy teardrops began to slide down Yao's face. The rage, indignation had disappeared…left only betrayal and disbelief. He spun around, beginning to run off back down the hall. He couldn't believe what came out of his mouth as he watched Yao's retreating figure.
"That's right! You better run, you slut! Sleeping with Francis, did you think I didn't know you disgraceful whore?" How completely untrue, and yet the lies and insults kept pouring out of his mouth even after Yao's figure rounded the corner, each curse word he threw only making him feel worse and worse, until he finally threw himself against the wall and slammed his fist into it. Even the shards of hard plaster that stabbed into his bleeding knuckles couldn't make him cry out in pain.
What had he done…
Two hallways down, Yao was still running, running, his breath hitching as he felt his very heart ripped to pieces. His silky raven hair fell into disarray and whipped around his face, covering his field of vision. Every false accusation Ivan hurled at him like, his slander that he wiped all over Yao's pride, the physical brutality of it all…Yao's tears were spilled for all to see.
Shameless whore…
He kept running, his hands clamped over his mouth to keep him from shrieking in despair, until his feet tripped over the steps of the school and he was thrown into the ground, sobbing uncontrollably, unable to control his anguish.
This was a game to him…wasn't it?
Passionate kisses, furtive glances, then the ultimate consummation of their desire, Ivan had toyed with him. Heartless, it was all a cruel game to that man. Yao had loved him so much, he'd given his all and his everything, only for everything to be returned to him so mercilessly.
….It takes two to play a game, Ivan.
Ivan had won this time, but Yao could hold a grudge like no other. He would get him back, even if it was the last thing he did.
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ICE CREAM.
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