Hello again. It's been a while since I was on here...I already ranted about my absence on another story that I'm writing so...if you want to read that, then wait for it. XD After watching Fifa, I just thought of so many shorts to write...I didn't know how to express these ideas at first, I wanted to either make comics or write them out in words...so I figured since I never finish comics ever, I'll write it. But FINALLY I have a Hetalia Axis Powers story idea to write~ Well, I had another one I thought up about Taiwan and China, but I hadn't thought much about it. Anyways, R&R! Sorry if I make some people go OOC.

DISCLAIMER: I obviously don't own APH.


Yao let out a great yawn as he set his bamboo steamer down on the counter. He sluggishly took out a plate and opened the steamer, picking out some Shao Long Bao with chopsticks. The man glanced up at the clock, checking what time it was.

"Aiyaa, it's still so early...why did I have to wake up now, aru?" he sighed. He didn't have much to do that day, and stood there for a moment, wondering what he could be doing. Yao was very worn out from all the work he did, and everyone else was gone to South Africa's house to play soccer...

"Hmm...Fifa? Is it on TV, aru ka?" Yao asked himself. To find out, he went into the other room, bringing his plate of steaming Shao Long Bao with him. Setting the plate down on the table, he sat down and turned on the TV. After adjusting the channel, he found one that was airing the soccer tournament. Yao set the remote down, watching the screen intently. Without taking his eyes off of it, he took his plate and started to eat his breakfast. Watching Fifa would be his day.

"Wow, Fifa! Too bad we weren't qualified," said a voice next to Yao.

"Yeah...I kind of wanted to play this year, aru."

"Dah, me too. It would be a lot of fun!"

"Yes it would...but I'm stuck at home, aru...there's too much work to do here."

"Mhm...so, Yao, who are you cheering for?"

"I dont' know..." Yao said absently, seeing the camera zoom in on Kiku. He was secretly cheering him on, though didn't want to admit it. "You?"

"I would cheer for everyone. But if you were playing, I would cheer for you!" Ivan said happily, patting Yao on the shoulder.

"Eh-" Yao finally realized who was sitting next to him. As if he was completely comfortable, Ivan took a couple of dumplings from Yao's plate to eat.

"Still, whoever wins is fine with me. After all...we'll all become one with Russia someday," he said thoughtfully with a full mouth. Yao jumped up, suddenly looking freaked out.

"Wh-wh-WHY IS IVAN IN MY HOUSE ARU KA!"

"Huh?" Ivan questioned cluelessly. He though for a minute. "Because I don't have anything to do and I want to watch Fifa..."

"Th-then why did you come all the way here, aru? You could have just watched it at your house."

Ivan just shrugged lightly.

Yao stared at Ivan for a minute before saying, "...Go away, aru."

Ivan just smiled contently, not moving from his seat as he turned back to the game. Yao kept staring at him a little longer before sighing and sitting down again. There was no way to convince the Russian to go home. At least, not while Fifa was on.

"Fine, you can stay to watch the game, aru. But don't touch my food."

"Okay!" Taking out a bottle, Ivan took a gulp of vodka before refocusing on the game. The two watched the TV in silence.