"Remind me why you called a meeting at four-in-the-morning…?" A thick Chinese accent contends, followed by a soft yawn shielded by his palm. Although it was so early in the morning, the sun still expecting to rise within hours, the meeting differed none than any other one they'd propose, "It's far too early to deal with all of this."
"I couldn't sleep 'cuz of all the shit goin' on, and it was bothering me so I wanted to hurry up n' get it off my chest!" The American of the diverse group of nations flashes a wide toothy-grin, bags under his eyes as he watches the British and French men squabble at each other.
The Russian takes his normal role in the meeting, polishing his pick-ax as he obliviously crushes the whimpering Canadian below him upon the chair he was sitting on. Wait – is there anything really there … ?
A sigh escapes Yao's pale lips; too weary to put up a fight. He groggily makes his way to the far-corner of the table, reclusing himself from the other arguing younger nations. Since he is already awake, he places his backpack upon his lap and scrounged through it, searching for his file folder in order to complete some paperwork. He takes a sip of coffee before starting, taking the ear-muffs out of his pocket and inserting them into their assigned lubes, and proceeds with his assignments.
As time goes by, he must've gotten too involved with his paperwork, for when he completes and takes his ear-muffs out, the room looks as if it were a ghost town. Yao suddenly fixates his gaze towards the direction of a loud snort, Alfred sitting across from him; sound asleep. His head is burrowed into his arms, drool leaking from the corner of his grinning lips and trickles down his chin. Yao lets out another sigh and massages his temples, placing his folder back into his sack.
He suddenly looks back at Alfred. For some reason, he has the urge to awake him, but another side of him wants to … watch him? Yao folds his hands, letting his chin recline upon them. His eyes remain fixated on a slumbering Alfred, his back rising and falling as he snores silently, Yao biting his bottom lip to stifle a small grin. He couldn't help it; he really did look adorable, and he was all for aesthetically-pleasing things. But this time … why was it Alfred?
He proceeds to observe the American's face. It radiates with charisma and determination, which is a given – it's what his nation stands for, after all. From the plastered grin on his face to the slight freckles scattering his body, it was enough to make Yao want to cuddle him all the more. He stares at the transparent lenses on his glasses for a moment, pondering if he should remove them. He breathes a sigh through his nose and cautiously leans over the table barricading them, gently removing the accessory, before folding them neatly and placing them to his right.
Alfred stirs a bit at this gesture, but remains in a deep sleep. Yao shakes his head,
"What am I going to do with you?"
As he prepares to leave and organize his belongings, another quite loud snort comes out of Alfred, causing Yao to jump slightly and take him out of his trance. The American mumbles incoherent words for a second, clenching his fists, causing his knuckles to whiten. Yao observes this, jumping a bit more once growls escape his mouth.
"Le'm go … y'asshole …" He begins to pound the desk vigourosly, "… y'r g'na hurt 'em…! Yao'z g'na GET HURT! LET HIM GO!"
A nightmare.
Yao is stunned by his words, but takes action immediately. Since the table separating them is too far to run around, he jumps across instead, almost samurai-like. He kneels down beside the screaming Alfred and massages his knee, trying to shush him and draw him out of his nightmare.
"Snap out of it … it's alright … you're having a nightmare … ssshh …"
Alfred's eyes snap open as if a bullet was shot into his back, releasing a terrified yelp. He clutches his racing heart as he pants quickly, decelerating as he made out his surroundings. As he tries to recollect his vision, he ultimately fails to, realizing his glasses are off. Before he's able to feel for them, he feels a small pressure tugging his knee.
He looks down and sees a concerned Yao, his amber eyes suddenly dilating before releasing, folding his hands onto his lap with a small blush plastered to his cheeks.
"Oh, hey, bro!" He fails to notice the tears running down his own cheeks, Yao grabbing a hankercheif from his shirt pocket to remove them gently, "… man, that was a weirdass dream. Thanks for gettin' me outta there n'all."
"I do not wish for gratitude. It was my natural instinct." Yao places the drenched hankercheif back in its original location, cracking his knuckles and standing up.
"Whatever, nerd," He flashes another wide grin before putting on his glasses, standing up and stretching out. Yao does the same and grabs his bag, about to exit the door before Alfred's words from earlier suddenly chimed in his mind.
'I couldn't sleep 'cuz of all the shit goin' on, and it was bothering me so I wanted to hurry up n' get it off my chest!'
Yao pauses in his tracks and looks back at the blonde behind him, Alfred tilting his head slightly in confusion. Yao hesitates for a moment – what if he was invading his privacy by asking him what his dream was? He erases the thought before saying,
"Alfred …" He never calls him Alfred unless something is serious, "… might I inquire about the dream you had …?"
"Oh, uh …"
"I apologize. It's an invasive question, if you wish not to talk about it I completely understand."
"No, no, it ain't that. I'll tell you just …" He trails off before rubbing the back of his neck, "… don't tell anyone else 'bout it. I gotta rep to maintain, y'know."
"I wouldn't think of it." Yao offers a warm smile, Alfred shooting back the same grin before they sit back down at the table, but closer toward the door this time, "Now then, inform me."
"Well … the axis. They're getting closer n' closer to figuring out where we are and stuff and … I guess I'm just fearing the worst," The last sentence comes out as a choke, being reminded of what exactly happened in his dream, "I guess it's just all hitting me now. And to be honest … it's kinda scary. Not just for my people, but yours, too. All of us, really. These dreams I've been havin' have all been the exact same lately, but they feel worse each time … it fuckin' sucks, man. And in every single one you guys are getting hurt in someway. And every time I'm getting held back while they just … torture you guys. I'm the hero … I'm supposed to be the one protecting you guys, and I'm just standing there helpless … I don't want any of you hurt like that … not even Arthur."
Tears begin to pour out of Alfred's eyes oncemore, Yao feeling nothing but sympathy and empathy for the young nation. He takes his palms into his own, stroking them comfortingly.
"Can I tell you a secret?" Yao leans slightly closer to him, his eyes locking with Alfred's, Alfred nodding slightly before releasing a sniff, "… I can't help but relate in a way. I was terrified of the Asian countries being ripped away from me. Ivan always threatened it, he wanted them to become one with him. He – wanted me to become one with him. He still does … and I still have nightmares about it, constantly. Where I give in and he wins. But, sometimes … it sounds silly, but …" He becomes reluctant to release the sentence itching to escape his lips, Alfred looks all the more concerned, "… I look to you for strength."
Alfred's baby-blue eyes dilate out of shock. After all he just vented about his fears, how can he suddenly say this? Yao fidgets with his fingers out of nervousness, anxiously waiting his response.
"I – really…?" A blush dusts across his pale cheeks, Yao tightening his grip on his hands.
"You're so young … and so carefree and energetic all of the time, it's hard not to. I'd give anything to have your outlook on things, you're always so determined and strong." He can't help but blush as well, staring down at the white tablecloth below them, "Mêiguó … I translate: Beautiful Country. I chose that term for your country long ago. I thought it suited you perfectly. I want you to believe that."
Before he's able to explain any further, he finds his mouth being captured by his friend's in what he is now registering as a disheveled, but nonetheless, warm and passionate kiss.
Completely caught off-guard at the sudden gesture submitted by the nation, he finds himself unable to make any sort of reciprocation. Where is this coming from? And mostly - why? In his 4,000 years of living, he has been involved in a number of relationships, and make-out sessions, naturally, but it had been so long since then. Despite the inability to return the gesture, Yao observes Alfred's lips to be soft, welcoming and hot. Yet chapped. He regains the senses in his face, twitching his own lips and tilting his head slightly to accommodate the other's. Whether its from free-will or some kind of reaction, the elder isn't sure. But he is definitely aware that it feels…good?And just as he was beginning to adjust to the pleasure exerted upon him, Alfred quickly separates their lips and steps away from the nation.
"Oh…fuck." He mumbles under his breath. Yao looks up to be greeted by a flustered and anxiety-ridden Alfred, who is backing away slowly, before Yao takes a small step towards him.
"Why…"
"Oh, god, dude, I…I wasn't thinking, I just -"
"- why did you stop?"
His inquiries intentionally arouse Alfred more, although he was desperate to hide it. The kiss…he meant it. He loved it, he would most certainly treasure it, too. Why did he stop? If he had known how much pleasure Yao had receieved, he would have definitely progressed, and might have even went deeper.
Yao takes notice to his nervousness, and decides to take responsibility and initiative. He takes a couple steps further to his objective, their faces but centimeters away. Alfred gazes into his chocolate-brown eyes, wondering what he's doing… it becomes all the more intense and arousing. His thin pale fingers reach carefully, softly brushing aside Alfred's bangs, and then slowly trailing downward, tracing the frame of his jaw. At the touch, Alfred only seems to stiffen, causing Yao to release a silent 'ssh'.
His thumb carefully brushes over Alfred's labium, as if testing their softness, causing Alfred to shiver at the tickling sensation. He finally leans in, taking purchase of his lips with pleasure. At first, he is timid, cautious. For the moment, Yao is the only one providing kindling to the kiss. His own lips engaging with limited, almost dire friction. It doesn't feel at all like it did a few minutes ago. Alfred seems a bit disinterested and reserved. Maybe it's a bit too…dry? He observes Alfred's lips to feel parched…chapped. To remedy this, he wets his tongue over them briefly, and returns his lips to exploring. At this, she can hear Alfred tremble slightly at the sensation, releasing a small whimper.
Suddenly, the confused and disinterested Alfred, seems to take interest, registering the sensation. He takes his arms away from his chest, meekly placing them over Yao's thighs.
His lips willingly move against Yao's with an almost reluctant fervor. Slow and methodical. His lips are incredibly soft, and now slick with a benevolent coating of saliva. Alfred at one point, threatens to sink his teeth into Yao's lower lip, claiming it for a moment, earning a gasp from the elder. Yao pulls away for a few seconds, now becoming acquainted with the rising heat in his cheeks. His eyes, half-lidded, fastens onto his opponent's, curious.
This time, Alfred is the one to close the gap, reclaiming Yao's lips hungrily. His hands, moving from thighs to hips and pulling him closer. Yao's breath begins to hitch, startled by the sudden dominance. He accepts the younger is in control, and grasps onto his shoulders to steady himself, daring to imitate Alfred in biting his lip. He feels Alfred smile in reply. A shiver travels through his spine and he repeats the gesture, enjoying the idea of pleasuring the other. He rakes his teeth over Yao's lips, biting harder and more depraved.
The need to ravage the American boy grows stronger, and soon his saliva-coated mouth is working down to Alfred's neck, but just as soon as his mouth makes contact with the desired flesh, he is gently pushed back, much to his displeasure. He manages to contain a groan, wondering if he was getting too greedy; it would be most dishonorable. As if this wouldn't be considered dishonorable enough, but the thought failed to enter his head.
Alfred, with darker color burning in his face, expresses a small grin. "You're getting pretty wild, bruh. You wanna kiss me, not eat me." Yao becomes aware of the distasteful amount of sweat drawing all over his anatomy, mostly his face, neck, back and between his thighs. Its definitely disgustingly uncomfortable, yet…feels exhilarating in a way. The thrill of the experience was amazing, he almost never wants it to cease. But he knows better.
"I'm sorry…" Yao breathes shakily. "Should I stop…?" Alfred mulls for a moment, his grin fading. "Y-yeah you might wanna…" He says weakly. Yao obliges and immediately backs away. He obviously didn't wish to stop, but it's noon, and besides, he's already exhausted. He wants to go home and nap, but he doesn't want to be in a presence without Alfred at the moment.
"I apologize…it's been so long since I've experienced something like this. It feels nice, but…I'm no expert on this sort of pleasure." Yao assumes.
"Nah, it ain't that, dude." Alfred leans his back to the wall, "I just don't want you to get…too caught up in this. You kinda do that sometimes…"
"…hm? What do you mean?" He probes, trying not to take it to heart.
"Like…you might be really excited now, but what if it's just 'cuz you're in the moment? You said it's been a while since you've been in a relationship, and…" He stares at the ground, avoiding eye-contact, "I don't want this to be here today and gone tomorrow, y'know?"
"I'm not doing that now. I'm aware of my senses and I'm confident that this is a real thing. You're not an object." Yao assures him with a frown.
"Hey, let's just…take some time off. Jus' to see how you're feeling later. You could just be wound up right now." Whatever heat Yao was expecting slowly and sadly drains away. Alfred might be right, but again, he isn't sure. "Alright." He replies with a tint of sorrow, "How long do we have too - I mean…how long should we wait before…doing this again?" Yao assumes that was poorly worded. He clicks his tongue, silently scolding himself.
Alfred shrugs, facing the door. When he opens his mouth, a sudden sound of shattering glass chimes throughout the room, a small 'kolkolkol' chanting into their ears. The duo instantly whips their heads around towards the sound, Yao's heart falling to the pit of his stomach.