The Crying Dragon and the Russian Bear

Disclaimer: If I owned APH, I'd probably turn it into a pure yaoi show. And tell all the fangirls out there that Ivan, Yao, Im Yong Soo, Ludwig and Gilbert were mine for keeps.

To Mo-cheh-zuh-keh-talia and Vash-kun.

= Let The RoChu Begin! =

Yao dropped the phone, his pale face turning even whiter.
Amber eyes grew moist with unshed tears as the usually cheerful nation tried to restrain himself.

"That couldn't have happened… No… Not Kiku. And the cause… Why is it unknown?"

He threw the already abused phone off his desk and ran out into his garden, where he sat down sobbing.

-Change of Scenery?-

A certain albino was heading to Yao's house, humming happily.
He'd just reached the front door when he heard muffled sobs from Yao's garden.
Ivan frowned a bit, then brushed the tall bamboo back and forth until he saw Yao.
Large teardrops flowed down his pale cheeks, and his long black hair was mussed beautifully.
Still, Ivan could not bear to see his little sunflower cry, so he gathered the China man into his arms and patted his head soothingly.

"What's wrong, da~? Don't tell me Hello Kitty got banned forever?"

It took Yao a while to reply, but when he finally did, Ivan was very surprised to hear his answer.

"K. . . Kiku. He's dead. The causes are still unknown."

Ivan didn't think it was that big of a deal, but if his sunflower forgot the 'aru' he was terribly shaken.

"There, there, my little sunflower. Don't cry too much. It'll make you older, da~?"
"Shut up, aru! I'm already 4,000 years old, are you telling me I'll get older, aru yo?"
"Da~! Stop crying. Tears won't bring the dead back, da? You have to learn how to move on, da?"

And he cuddled the still-sobbing Yao closer.
The Chinese hit him as hard as he could on the shoulder, but that just resulted in Ivan caging him in a back-breaking hug.

"I don't like to see my little sunflower cry."
"How can I help it? Kiku was. . . . Someone dear."
"Da~? And I am not someone dear?"

Yao just sniffled and buried his head in his hands.

"Leave me 'lone."

Ivan sighed and stood up, holding Yao.

"I have no choice, do I?"

Yao was too busy crying to notice, so Ivan continued with his devious plan.
A swift kick made the front door of Yao's house nearly fall off its hinges, and Ivan continued upstairs.
Yao had recovered from his long cry, and began hitting Ivan wherever he could.

"My little sunflower, don't do that. I just want to make you smile again, da~!"

He set Yao down and put his arms around the Chinese, then giggled childishly.

"Aiyaa! What do you think you're doing, aru!"
"Just wait and see, da~!"

Before Yao could say anything, Ivan's lips met his.
He hit Ivan again, but in vain.
As soon as Ivan was through with him, Yao pushed him away and stomped his foot like a little girl demanding a Barbie from her mother.

"What was that for, aru! We are both men, aru yo! Aiyaa, I think you are more lecherous than Francis!"

Ivan just laughed.

"I love you, Yao."

Yao just stared as said albino smiled and walked off.

Ivan… Why did I feel that when he kissed me?

A soft slam roused Yao out of his thoughts.
Shaking his head, he put his hands to his face.
So many things were happening.
The haunted house they'd been in, Kiku's death, and now Ivan said he loved him.
A soft sob escaped, even though he didn't want it to.
Not able to hold his tears back, he began to cry.
Soon he was asleep, in his void dreamland.

A/N: Ooh, I think this is the best yaoi fic I've done so far! –nosebleed- xD I love RoChu. This was meant to be a oneshot, but with the way it's going I think it'll become a twoshot~! Or maybe a threeshot… Agh, forget it! It'll be a fullblown story, nya!