DISCLAIMER; I DO NOT OWN HETALIA, AND I NEVER WILL.
Hetalia
Russia's Scarf
Part 1
China usually wasn't a curious man. No, not at all. He kept to himself and he liked it that way. Especially with those western nations. They were too loud and, even though China wouldn't admit it, scary. It felt right to keep to himself. China was perfectly happy with his pandas and Hello Kitty collection. He couldn't live any other way. Well...the way things were 4,000 years ago was an exception but other then that nothing would make him change.
But there was always this question lingering in China's mind.
Why does Russia wear his scarf all the time?!
Some claimed he was born with it. Others claimed Ukraine gave it to him, but there's no proof in either of those. Many nations decided it wasn't their business and never put it to thought. China was the exact same way. Of course, things changed, wither the nation wanted it or not.
China first noticed the scarf at the first Allies conference. Russia was just sitting there, in his tan coat, purple scarf, and creepy smile. It was rather cold outside, that was true, but why would Russia keep his clothes on in the very warm conference room. For some reason no one mentioned it. The old nation understood. Russia was creepy, very creepy in fact. So he just brushed it aside as Russia being Russia.
The next day, it was warmer, and China was early for once. He was nibbling on some rice when Russia walked in, still in the same clothes from yesterday.
"Sorry I am late. I was just having breakfast, da?" With a creepy smile he sat down next to China. The old nation bit his lip and his eyes roamed to the piece of cloth wrapped around the big boned Russian's neck. The meeting went on without a word from either man. England, France, and America's voices were drowned out by the thoughts that were tumbling through China's head. Even when America brought out Germany's secret military journal, Russia was silent. Everyone can admit Russia was a little creepy, but this was a bit much. China leaned over to England.
"England, what's is wrong with Russia, aru?" China whispered softly into England's ear. The island nation bounced off his seat and shaked softly.
"What are you talking about, China? Russia is just fine. Can't you tell?" He pointed at the said nation who's smile gotten somewhat imore/i creepier in the past minute. China might be old but he wasn't an idiot. He noticed England was breathing in short breathes and looking around the plain room, ignoring the Chinese man's gaze.
"Are you sure, England, aru? He just seems more-"
"Alright, dudes! Time to go home. Everything discussed here is top secret, so nothing leaves this room. Got it?" America interrupted, neatening his papers that China swore were just covered in random scribbles. For some reason, iAmerica/i also seemed nervous for some reason. And he was the 'hero'. England and America cast a glance and China raised an eyebrow. He turned to France for some explanation but found him quickly leaving the room, sweat running down his face.
Well...that helped.
Time ticked on.
June...
July...
August...
The years went by.
1940...
1941...
Then one day China couldn't take it anymore! He needed to know!
It was during one of the final Allies meetings when his plan started to go into action. China felt his palms sweat as he thought about it. His tongue was dry and his hair was out of place. This might have been the most idiotic thing the elder nation has done in his 4000 years of life. His fingers were like butter and couldn't hold anything for a long amount of time. Even the Chinese tasty treats didn't make him feel better. Then finally America ended the meeting and went out to buy 'McDiddys' or whatever they were called.
Russia stayed in his seat.
This was his chance.
"Russia, aru. May I ask you something, aru?" China muttered no higher than a whisper. He licked his dry lips and played with the spit in his mouth before swallowing.
"Da, China. What is it?" Russia tilted his head to the side and fished out a bottle of vodka from his jacket. He shoved it in China's face. "Want some, da?"
China looked up at the extremely tall and extremely scary Russian. He swore he saw a purple aura surround the two of them and China suddenly had the urge to drink the vodka. His butter-like fingers gripped the body of the small bottle. China used his other hand told cradle the bottom of the bottle and brought it to his lips. One sip. Two sips. For some reason, the burning sensation of the alcohol felt...good. But, he didn't want to drink all the vodka belonging to the creepiest nation on earth. China brought the bottle back down and slipped it into the waiting Russian's hands.
"So, Russia. Would you like to, you know, go on a date with me, aru?"
Silence...
This was a bad idea! China thought. Now he's going to kill me with that water pipe he always has for some apparent reason!
"Sure."
...Wait, what?
"...What, aru?" China stuck his fingers in his ears and wiggled them around to check for earwax. Nope, squeaky clean.
"I said, sure. Pick me up at 8, da?" Russia slipped the vodka into his pocket and gracefully slipped through the door.
Well, it's official.
China has a date.