NOTICE: THIS STORY ISN'T HISTORICAL AND PLAYS NO PART IN THE PAST. (except for the emperor's name ) ALL IS FICTION.

DIsCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN HETALIA…sadly :'(

Qin: Chinese emperor during 221 BC.

Wang Yao is kidnapped by the emperor's soldiers and sold to Lord Ivan Braginski as a slave. Ivan finds Wang Yao to be beautiful. But he worries that Yao will be frightened of him because of all the terrible things he had done in the past. So Ivan shows Yao little acts of kindness hoping that Yao will grow less scared of him. Will Yao see the beauty in Ivan? Or will he remain terrified of him forever?...suckish summary im sorry. WARNING: MAY INCLUDE SOME BLOOD, SELF HARM, AN EVIL EMPEROR, PERVS AND POSSIBLE RAPE.

The Beauty of the Beast

Wang Yao stared out of his window admiring the beautiful sunset in front of him. Streaks of red, orange and yellow and tiny hints of purple painted the sky so majestically. Never once had he stepped outside the Palace for it was forbidden. If he could, he would spend only just one day outside the Palace and into the villages. From his window he could see the tall mountains and the little houses that sat upon it. He wanted to explore, meet new people, become friends with someone. He was terribly lonely. A knock on the door was heard. Wang Yao allowed the soldier to come in. The soldier bowed in full respect . "Sir Wang Yao, Emperor Qin Huang would like to have a word with you" the soldier informed Yao. Yao said no word and exit his room and down the stairs. The stair railings were carved into golden dragons. The palace was decorated with every intricate detail, red lanterns were placed on every single pillar. Yao stood in front of the emperor and bowed. The emperor smiled at him, pulling his robes to one side in annoyance. "My son, you're turning 21 tomorrow. Soon, this throne and this land will be under your rule" He grinned at Yao. "I know father" Yao said. To think that he will soon own all of China was too overwhelming. The Emperor gestured Yao to come closer. Yao stepped up the gold plaited stairs and sat down on the floor facing up to his father.

"I'm very proud of you, son" He ruffled Yao's hair and smiled at him. "Thank you father. May I go to bed now?" Yao asked sleepily.

"Of course my boy. Besides, it's your big day tomorrow. Goodnight!"

Yao made his way to his room. He closed the doors and threw himself on his bed. He was happy that he's finally going into power but he wants to venture out on his own too. He gazed upon the starlit sky. How beautiful…

/

Qin Huang sighed in frustration at the thought that his step son is going to be next in line to be the new emperor and not his own son, Wang Jia Long. He had to do something about it.

"Guards!" he called out to the two guards on both sides of the doorway. He made a 'come here' gestured towards them. The guards came forward face to face with the Emperor.

"I need you both to do something for me" The emperor leaned forwards and quieted his voice tone so that no one will over hear.

"The carriage for all the slaves are leaving tonight. I want you both to dump Yao in that carriage therefore, when everyone finds out that he's missing , we'll have to crown Wang Jia Long emperor instead. Do not tell anyone about this. Understood?"

The two guards nodded and made their way into Yao's bedroom.

/

Yao's eyes grew heavier and heavier forcing his eyes to close and fall asleep. Suddenly, a loud banging noises was heard on his bedroom door. Yao groaned and trudged to his door. He groggily opened it revealing the two guards. Yao was about to scold the both of them for interrupting his sleep until one of the guards threw a fist on his stomach. Yao fell back onto his knees. He winced at the sudden blow on his stomach and tried to get off the floor until the guard slammed his foot on Yao's back which forced him down onto his face.

"Hey! What do you think you're-mfff" The other guard gagged Yao before he could scream for help. Yao was so confused, so clueless, so hurt. His arms were tightly bound together behind his back. What were they going to do to him?

"Oi, get the sack!" One of the guards told the other. The other guard took out a big sack and began forcing the petite Chinese man in. Yao struggled under the cloth that gagged him as he tried to scream as loud as he can. His arms started to grow numb as he started to kick uncontrollably. Then, he felt a hand painfully yank on his hair. Yao gasped in pain. "Why won't you shut up?!" The guard spat. But Yao continued to protest. The guard grew tired of his pitiful cries and swung his foot onto the man's flawless face. Yao's body jerked backwards, a few strands of hair being pulled out by the guard. Yao had always been weak and helpless but he doesn't want to give up this time.

"Quiet down!"

Yao however still refused and desperately made as much noise as he could. He thrashed his body everywhere, wanting to be let go. The two guards struggled to get the man into the sack. Yao successfully kicked one guard on the face but that wasn't enough. It only lead to more trouble. The guard groaned as he placed his hand on his right cheek rubbing the already bruised skin.

"You're a feisty one, aren't ya?"

Yao furrowed his brows and gave the guard a dirty look. The guard chuckled.

"You're cute" Then, he grabbed a chair and aimed on Yao's head. The petite man flinched ready for the upcoming waves of pain. And so, the guard plunged the chair onto the Chinese man's head. The guard threw the chair with all his strength repeating the process again and again. Yao writhed violently. His body twisted and turned in abnormal angles blood seeping out from his forehead. His head felt heavy, dizzy, as if he was about to throw up right there at that scene. The pain could never end. He shook, cried and pleaded but his pleas were never heard due to the cloth logged against his mouth.. Tears stained the fragile man's now bloodied face. The pain was too much, too strong that his world began to falter, the scene, the blood began to disappear. His mind was now blank as his brown eyes stared into the darkness of sleep. The pain was still in presence.

/

Yao wakes up to find himself in an unfamiliar place. His vision is slightly blurred, head still throbbing from the beatings. He sat up slowly. He shivered a little. He sees men, woman, children around him all huddled up together from the bitter cold. He looked down on himself and noticed that his royal robes were replaced by rags. He was so confused he didn't know what was going on.

"Excuse me, where am I?" Yao asked the woman next to him.

"You are in a carriage to Russia"

"Russia? Why am I going there?

"Aren't you chosen to be sold as a slave?"

"Slave?" The Chinese man questioned. Did his father plan this to get rid of him? Or were the guards really that hateful towards him?

"Why? I thought we were all humans. We're not an object to be sold"

"The Emperor told us all that we are becoming poor and if we don't start earning money, we'll all die. So he decided to sell us to the Russians. He says they are very rich…"

This is wrong. This is very wrong. This goes against everything Yao thought the outside world will be. Anger built up inside the petite man, he was meant to be in power in a few days. And once he is in power, he would stop all this, stop all the suffering and let everyone live as equal. But now that he is about to be sold as a slave, there was no chance.

Yao leaned back onto the door of the carriage until it was suddenly swung open which made the Chinese man stumble out of the carriage. Yao somehow landed on something incredibly soft, white and…cold. The carriage driver suddenly grabbed on his arm and forced him to stand. Yao shuddered from the winter winds. His clothes weren't enough to keep him warm. And what was worse was that he was barefoot. The carriage driver lead Yao and the other slaves to this small hut where a man bundled up in a long coat stood.

"Here. You can take care of these lot now" The driver left us.

Yao and the other slaves were forced into the shower rooms. Jets of ice cold water hit against Yao's pale and bruised skin. He shuddered uncomfortably until a man dragged him out of the shower and towel dried his hair and skin. The man applied powder all over his body and face. "You must look clean and beautiful for your masters. They wouldn't buy you if you're not presentable" the man said with a thick accent. Yao scowled. He thought of his people. How they were all going to be bought by strangers. How they'd all be separated from their families. How they're going to be treated by their owners. And the children…those poor little children. Yao let a single tear slip down his face. The man looked up at him. "Don't cry, you'll be fine" he tells Yao. He smiles at him and then leads him outside once again with the other slaves. They all stood in a single long line. Yao stood there anxiously in the cold hoping he would get a kind owner. He shivered once again as one small little drop of white fluff landed on his shoulder. And soon, more and more of them fell and landed on his head, shoulders and eventually falling on the ground. His feet twitched desperate to feel something, anything warm. Then, out in the distance, he saw two black horses dragging along an open carriage. And on the carriage sat an intimidating looking man wearing a long beige coat with a long knitted grey scarf covering his neck and mouth contrasting a large pointy nose. His eyes were the unusual colour of purple and his hair was an ashy blondish silver. He approached the hut and his horses halted right in front of Yao.

"Ah! Lord Braginsky! I never thought you'd be looking for a slave!" The man with the thick accent said.

"Yeah I just need one to help me around the house. You know…the bigger the house the harder to clean" the man with the scarf replied.

"Ahh yes…you are welcome to pick any you'd like."

The man was probably about 10 cm taller than the petite Chinese man. Yao watched him examine the other slaves one by one from the far end of the line and waited for his turn. Once the man reached Yao, he paused for a brief second admiring his hair, eyes and skin.

"What beautiful skin you have …" the man brushed his hand against Yao's cheek and worked its way upwards. The man stopped when he felt a small lump on the side of his head. He brushed away the hair covering the petite man's forehead and there lay a scar. It was still healing. Tiny beads of blood seeped out from the corners of the cut. The Russian put his thumb over the wound wiping away the blood. Yao hissed at the slight sting he felt on his head.

"I'm sorry if that hurt" the taller man calmly said. He gently brought his other hand up to caress the bruise growing on Yao's cheek. "My god...what happened to you?" He looked up and down at Yao and noticed that his clothing wasn't enough to protect him from the cold. "You must be freezing. You aren't even wearing any shoes…" the man sadly said. He sighed then gestured towards the seller. "How much for this man?" he asked him.

"That'll be 50,000 roubles"

The taller man handed him the money and left with Yao under his care. The Russian turned towards the Chinese man and smiled at him. He huffed himself and Yao onto the carriage. His horses began to turn around and travel to the opposite direction. Yao shook and rubbed his hands against his arms trying to warm himself up. The Russian looked at Yao in sympathy. He took off his own scarf and draped it around Yao's shoulders. "I know it isn't much but I hope you'll accept it" The Russian gave Yao a warm smile. Yao smiled back this time. He thanked him for his scarf. "By the way, I'm Lord Braginsky. But you can call me Ivan. What's your name?"

"I'm Yao"

WAS IT GOOD? IM SORRY FOR BEATING UP YAO IN THE BGNNING PLSS DON'T HURT MEHHHHH….

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