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Wang Yaoen – China
Ivan Braginski – Russia
© TO HIMARUYA. I do not own anything about Hetalia.
A/N: This is actually on my wattpad account, but since I feel like there's no hope in there, I think is the best choice that leads me to somewhere deeper. PS. Important notice: Wang Yaoen is a girl. I'm not used to . . . those things like yaoi or yuris since I'm . . . weirdly abnormal?
She was certain that they were after her. The cold, white snow was making her pant. Her clothes were thin, a simple white dress and pairs of wooden slippers for such a cold weather, and running for her life while people clad in black chasing after her life, she knew she won't last long, but she couldn't give up her life, either. That is Wang Yaoen.
She feels her legs getting numb from the cold, as her vision getting a bit blurry, and then, later she knew, she tripped over a log, that seemed covered by the snow. She gasped for air, as she tried to stand up, hearing the loud footsteps of men getting closer.
Stand, Yaoen! Stand!
She forced herself to stand up. She ran, and ran—until she reached the main road, connecting to the city, away from her home to the woods. She knows someone . . . someone from here, a friend. She shook her head mentally. That would be a fraud choice, too. Coming to him would also be a disaster.
She gulped.
It's either be dead or do something.
She inhaled deeply, the cold air clogged her nose, as she ran and ran, to a place she thought she won't ever come again—
To his place. His mansion.
To Ivan Braginski.