A/N: Heya guys! This is a random story with the ship Russia x China. Will contain the other main characters later (Axis and Allies)
The sky was dark grey, the snow at my feet a dirty brown. My pale hair was matted with blood, as was my coat and scarf. All I wanted to do was to fall asleep, but I couldn't. I had to carry on. Making sure Yao was gripping firmly onto my back, I smiled as I saw his long dark hair spilling over my shoulder.
He had been injured when we ran into Ludwig and Feliciano's troops a few hours ago, and I had to piggyback him home. Though it must have hurt, he didn't seem too bad. As the skies got darker, and the snow dirtier, I began to see bodies littering the earth in the distance.
"They're our troops, aru," I heard Yao murmur by my ear.
Sadly, he was right.
I saw soldiers in our uniforms dead, motionless as the new snow began to fall, quickly covering up their wounded bodies. There were axis soldiers too, but not even half of the dead were their loss. I stopped for a second, and we both stared at the people around us. Once alive, once breathing, once feeling emotions, once caring for something, once brave, and loyal... Now reduced to nothing more than corpses. I carried on, treading through the snow, thickening with each step.
"I can't carry on for much longer, Yao."
"Please try, aru! We must get back to the others!"
I grunted and pushed all my pain and tiredness aside. I was doing this for Yao.
"Alright, da."
It seemed like hours had passed, but it was really only a few minutes. My eyes were barely open. My head throbbed, and I felt like I was going to be sick. It was so cold... So cold... I was beginning to slow down, strength fading fast. Suddenly, it was all sucked away and I was falling towards the fresh layer of snow.
"Ivan!" Yao yelled as I hit the snow. I felt his light figure roll off of my back, turning me over so I was facing him and not the snow.
"Stay awake, aru, awake!" He was leant over me, blocking out the dull sky. I realised his hair tie had fallen out, hair free and running down his back.
"Yao, I'm tired. Can't I just nap for a while, da?"
"Absolutely not, aru! The axis armies are probably only an hour or so away from us, we need to move now! I can't walk, idiot!"
"Can't-" I was interrupted as Yao pressed his lips against mine. I felt warmth, and savoured it in this chilly wilderness, hearing the crunch of snow as he drew away and smiled.
"That enough to keep you going, aru?" I struggled to my feet,
"No, but you seem so passionate about us moving on, so I may as well." I picked him up bridal-style and carried on. I didn't want to be rude earlier, but he had been resting on a large scar on my back, and it had hurt quite a bit. Yao began to sing something in Chinese. His voice was so feminine and soft, and I smiled as he carried on.
"We're almost there, I think," I murmured a while later.
No reply.
"Hey," I muttered, looking down. Yao had fallen asleep. He looked so peaceful and calm, so innocent...
I dropped him.
"AAGGHH!" Yao yelled, dropping to my feet.
"Just because you don't have to do all the work doesn't mean that you get to sit back and relax."
"Fine. But you didn't have to drop me like that."
"I did," I smiled. My smile always seemed innocent, but no one ever bothered to look below it...
Helping him back up into my arms, I carried on. Not long left, surely. The others were just around the corner, right?
Heavy footsteps. I turned and saw two figures in the distance. One was tall and heavily built, the other small, and struggling to keep up with the first. Both had guns strapped to their backs.
Ludwig and Feliciano.
Yao heard them too, trying to look over my shoulder. "Who is that, aru?"
I took off into a run, heart thudding in my chest. Feliciano was often rather weak, but when he did fight he was goddamn good. And Ludwig... well, he was Ludwig.
"Fire!" I heard someone yell from behind us, and I heard bullets zip past us.
