I got the idea for this from the song Laugh Maker by BUMP OF CHICKEN... and that RoChu video. XD That's why I used this title. I'm horrible uncreative when it comes to titles. If you haven't seen it, you should go look it up. It's really cute.

Warnings: Door mistreatment, my crappy writing, possibly OOC characters, the word hell

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, nor am I making any money off of this. I'm not creative enough to come up with anything like this, and no one would ever pay to read this.

"Yao, let me in!"

"No! Go away aru!"

"Please! Open the door!"

"I said go away!" Yao was huddled in the corner of the room, trying to put as much distance between himself and the door.

"I will not leave until you open the door." Outside, a worried Ivan was desperately trying to get in.

"Then you're going to be there for a long time."

"I'll wait." It was the truth. Ivan would wait.

"Why are you here?"

"I want to know what happened."

"What happened is none of your business aru." Yao already had to go through it once. He really didn't want to relive the experience.

"Anything that makes you cry is my business."

"I'm not crying!"

"You were." Ivan had heard the sobs for nearly an hour before he knocked. He wanted so badly to go int here and hold his precious Yao. "Please let me in."

"No." Yao didn't want Ivan to see him like this. His eyes were red and puffy, his cheeks were tear stained; he looked like a mess. He could feel his throat burning, his eyes welling up with tears again, and wished that Ivan would just leave. "Ivan, just go away."

Ivan heard the choked sound in Yao's voice. He's crying again. "Yao, you aren't near the door, are you?"
"No. What are you-" Before he had time to finish the question, Yao heard a loud cracked, followed by another, and another.

Ivan hit the door again with his pipe, using all of the strength he could muster. If Yao was going to be stubborn, Ivan was going to be more forceful. Again and again he brought his pipe down, ignoring Yao's protests as he felt the wood giving way little by little. Finally, his pipe broke through the door, and after a hard kick he was able to enter.

Yao stood in the middle of the room in shock and anger. "You... You broke my door aru! Why the hell did you do that?"

"You're crying, but I'm here now," Ivan smiled dropping his pipe and walking over to Yao.

"Y-You're crying, too..."

Ivan lifted his hand to his cheek. When did he..? "I didn't realize."

Yao wrapped his arms around Ivan, burying his face in his chest. "Thank you."

Ivan gently wrapped his arms around Yao's waist. "Tell me what happened."

"He betrayed me. After all I'd done for him, he turned against me. And now... my back..."

"Could I see?"
"Not yet," Yao whispered.

"Later, then."

"Yeah."

Yaaaay! I'm done! The beginning was definitely not good. The end was better. Kind of. In a way. While I was writing this I kept looking at the front door and thinking about how horrible it would be trying to break through it. Especially with a pipe. I would rather use the pickaxe Russia had when Alfred drew those horrible pictures.