First time writing a fanfic (of any kind)....
Still, I hope you enjoyy.
WARNING: Yaoi, lime (in later chapters), Russia x China but a chapter of Russia x Lithuania.
...But you wouldn't be here if you didn't know that already.
Historically inaccurate. Don't blame me. I tried.
Also, I interchangingly use human names, country names nationality...etc.
Yep. So here I go.
Russia was dreaming.
Yes, it was all just a dream, after all. Flashes of pictures and sounds, like sitting down to watch a movie. But this was a movie he'd seen before, a memory. Ivan was already aware of how such a beginning would end.
It was the year of 1950. The day wasn't as silent, as there were already some people alongside Russia. Sounds of hushed chatting and clattering could be heard, as he sat in the living room. But no one was there with him, and it seemed that it was a foreboding sign of the whole 'family' falling apart.
Then there were three knocks on the door. No one must have heard it except Russia, because no one came to get it. He got up and opened the door for whoever was coming in. He found that it was China, looking a bit determined.
"Why don't you take a seat?" Russia went and sat in the sofa without checking to see if China followed. It didn't matter. Why was he here?
China sat down next to Russia. After a second of silencce, he spoke up. "Kind of cold here, isn't it?"
Ivan said nothing and China continued. "Anyways, I want to discuss something with you. Important terms," he turned to look at Russia in the eye. Russia realized that his hair wasn't in its usual ponytail. Instead, it hung down on his shoulders as if he'd just gotten out of the shower. "let's make a treaty."
"A little overrated don't you think?" Russia smiled. "Only turning to me after being rejcted by the west?"
China' s eyes glinted. But he closed in, wrapping his arms around Russia's neck. "It's like a friendship. Just like a friendship."
There were arguments to be made. Reasons to believe that that won't be true. But China closed in even further, sealing the promise into a kiss.
Russia's eyes fluttered open. He had woken up with an awful feeling of loneliness that morning. His dreams reminding him of things that used to be, deacades and decades ago.