Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. This was only made for entertainment purposes. XD
Yao Wang stood looking over a landscape of gray waiting…and waiting. Finally, the sun began making its way over the skyscrapers that dominated the land.
"Perfect" He sighed. His breath came out it clouds of white to be sweapt away in an instant. The monotonous gray of the skyscrapers had begun to shift and change as if they were living creatures. The buildings were painted purple and then flushed to a crimson red as the sun moved steadily towards the heavens. People woke up and went to work in tides and the honking of car horns of the early morning traffic seemed to mimic bird cries.
In a way, he was right. It was perfect. This was his land and these were his people; standing alone on top of the appartment building in which he lived, with nothing but the wind blowing from the east was bliss. However, this would be the last time he would see the sun again. Yao drank in the sights and sounds like a drunk downs a beer. Then his eyes closed in vain to suppress the pain. Eyes still closed, he stepped forwards.
Thoughts and memories flashed through his head like shards of glass cutting him over and over and over again. Pain, lust, hate, were all so closely linked. Taking another step forward, the only thing in his way was the waist-high metal railing that ran the length of the area. The railing was never meant to keep people from fall off the ceiling because no one had lived in the appartment complex for years, except Yao. He was alone. Always alone, because no matter how much Yao had loved someone, they always left. Some died, others lost interest, and others stabbed him in the back. Stabbed him in the back hard. Arthur, Arthur, Arthur...regret.
Why? How? How could I have been so stupid, aru. So terribly stupid, waking up early everyday just to make him breakfast…blushing from a single glance from him…even worship anything that he touched.
Yes, he had been stupid. Very stupid. After living for 4,000 years and being called "immortal," he still got hurt just like everybody else. Barely suppressing the tears, he lifted a slim leg over the railing. He coughed, his slight frame wracked with the force of the coughs. It was Opium, Aurther's goodbye present. China had been decieved by England; England had taken full advantage of him. England...Arthur. China had even lost Hong Kong in the midst. It was all because Yao had been too stupid. He didn't deserve to be called China anymore. He had lost. He had lost his siblings one by one. He now had nothing. He now was nothing.
The wind whipped at the small, desolete Chinese figure -blowing at the stray hairs that had escaped Yao's ponytail. Yao reached without enthusiam to tuck the hairs back behind his ears. Pointless. He hadn't even cared but reflex had compeled him to do it. He then placed the same hands on the cold railing. Shivering slightly, as he grabbed the cold iron rail. There he was only a moment away from forgetting all that had happend, only a moment away from leaving the pain. There was nothing but the blue sky and the street below.
"Goodbye. Zai jian, Arthur." Yao whispered as an unruly tear rolled silently down his cheek. "T-this is th-"
"CHINNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!! CHIIIIIIIIIIIINAAAAAAAA!!!!!!! YAAAOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Suddenly, a loud and incredibly annoying figure rammed into Yao.
"GAH!" China screeched as he lost his balance and simutaneously losing his hold on the rail. Ok, this is the end Yao thought, as the street below seemed to move toward him. However, the figure, Korea, had caught a hold of Yao's arm in a fever of excitement.
"Yao, Aniki! I found you~ da-ze!" Im Yong Soo shouted happily as he jerked Yao's arm up and down a few times. Korea's pulling quickly brought China onto the right side of the railing again. Yao crumpled down into a heap against the railing as the Korean kept on with his ranting.
"Ok, so there's this school and it's so cool and when I saw it I knew…" The Korean's mouth kept moving but Yao didn't seem to hear anything come out. He just sat there silently with his own thoughts. Im Yong Soo was his younger brother...no...not anymore...he had become self-dependent and had left Yao just like Kiku had. However, he was the only one who still visited regularly. Yao faintly wondered "why" as Im Yong made wild gestures that made the long sleeves of his hanbok fluttter like ripples in a pond.
Ultimately, Yao was thinking about himself again. Pathetic, definately pathetic, he had failed once again. He didn't even have the power to end his own life. He had tried oh-so-many times but his siblings just kept such a close eye on him. They knew that he wanted to die rather than continue on his road of destruction. Maybe life would have been different if it weren't for the Opium. Maybe next time he would just… However, before Yao could finish his thoughts, the Im Yong had finally noticed that something was wrong.
"Hey, what were you doing here?" Im Yong asked with no trace of his usual energy.
"Nothing." Yao replied. Hie reply sounded fake even to his own ears. He cleared his voice and tried again. "Nothing, what would make you ask that?"
"…"
"…"
"Fine" Im Yong shrugged, letting the subject go. Yao sighed. "But you've got to promise to go to school with me tomorrow~" the Korean added -taking note of the tear streak on China's cheek.
"What?!" Yao asked –shocked. "School, aru?" Hugging Yao from behind, Im Yong nodded.
"Yup, it's what I've been talking about for the last 20 minutes." He said pouting. However, his pout soon gave way to a smile as he took the chance to take in Aniki's scent. Yao always smelled of green tea and warm summers. He didn't want to let Yao go, ever, but he did with much reluctance.
"Sorry, I was distracted." Yao admitted with an embarrassed blush. He rarely got caught when he wasn't paying attention; Im Yong had been a bit too intimate with him. Im Yong drank in the sight of a flustered Yao and thought how he would love to see Yao like that all the time. Then all of a sudden, Im Yong thought of a devilish plan. As a sly smile spread its way on Korea's face, he suggested in a calm voice.
"Why don't we go discuss the school thing over at my place? Discussion was invented in Korea, you know?"
Yao had seen that smile before. It meant that Korea was up to something. He'd seen it when Arthur had beem de-pants at New Years, when Hungary turned into a kiss-a-holic, and countless other times. However, he was simply too tired to care. Also, Yao doubted that his life could possibly get any worse. He gave a long sigh before replying.
"Sure, just let me grab a pork bun from the kitchen before we leave. You want one, aru?"
Korea didn't reply so China left by himself in search of the pork buns that he had made only the day before. Korea stood there where China had left him. The same wind that had caressed China earlier now seemed to give words of encouragement to Korea. The reason he hadn't replied to Yao was that his face was stuck in an unstoppable grin.
"You are so cute, Yao. But that wont save you, though" he said a bit breathless. His "da-ze" that followed was little more than a chuckle. Then his voice hardened as he whispered "Aurther, prepare yourself."
The words had hardly left his lips before they were snatched away by the wind.
