Bonjour, mes amis! Je m'appelle Wren! French is so cool.
Anyways, this is a collab with me and my other half as I call her, Lilli. Our FIRST Hetalia collab. We'd love feedback and maybe some pointers and tips?
Summary: When the person China loves the most dies at his own hand, he must sacrifice everything he's known to find out why. Russia loves China and wants to help, but this may be bigger than they first thought. RusChina, mult pairings, more info inside.
Rated M for lemon, character death, language, sexual themes, and all that stuff kids can't watch.
So it was over.
It was the first time in his long life that Yao was actually hurt this severely. He could feel his blood pouring thickly down his chest, feel the warmth begin to leave his body. His knees began to tremble. He fought to remain standing as the world spun before his eyes. But there wasn't pain. Not yet.
Only anger.
"...Yong...Soo." He spat the words. His brother's name no longer gave him comfort. The gun trembled. That and the curve of his brother's pale face, and one sparkling brown eye, filled with fear, was all he could see in the moonlight.
"How are you still standing?" His brother shrieked. Another gunshot.
Yao felt like someone had splashed cold water on his face. He dodged and flipped over their once shared desk, feeling the bullet whoosh over his head and make contact with a mirror on the opposite wall.
"Hùn zhàng! Face me like a man!" Yong Soo screamed, firing again. Yao ducked as low as he could, his head knocking a small picture over. He squinted at it in the sparse light, attempting to make out it's scene. The bullets that whistled through the air overhead seemed non important.
"Yong Soo!"
"Aniki!" The two hugged tightly, Yong Soo clinging to his brother's neck.
"Aiyah! Hah!" His brother laughed lightly, removing him from around him. "Not so hard! I've been out fighting." He sighed, looking down. "I lost though..."
His brother's eyes lit up. "Someday, Yao, I will join you on the battlefield! And we'll never lose!"
Yao smiled. "I look forward to that day."
"Smile." The two turned to see a small boy with black hair holding a camera. "Prease? For the memories...?" He tilted his head adorably.
Yao picked up Yong Soo, and the two began to laugh.
Click.
Click. Click, click, click.
Yao was wiped out of the memory. The sound of gunshots had stopped. A clattering of something to the floor. His brother's footsteps crossed the room and kicked the back of the desk. "Yao."
Yao didn't move. He held his breath and waited.
A sniffle. "Yao...?" Small shuffling footsteps. Through his eyelashes, Yao could see his brother's feet. Warm hands suddenly picked him up. Yao went limp, keeping up the appearence of being dead.
He was gently laid on the floor in the middle of the room. "Aniki...I'm so sorry!" Teardrops splashed on Yao's face as he heard his brother crying pitifully. "You-HIC! You..."
Yao sprang into action. Hooking his elbow around the back of the younger country's throat, he slammed him to the ground. He swung him so their positions were reversed. Yong Soo quickly made a punch towards Yao's face.
Yao dodged, his hair swinging and blinding him momentarily. He still managed to pin his brother's hands beneath him and sat on his chest, free hand around his throat. "Yong Soo...why?" Yao asked.
Yong Soo looked up into his Aniki's glowing golden eyes. Even in the moonlight, he could see his Aniki bordering on tears. He bit his lip. "Please...Yao...kill me."
"Why?" Yao demanded, shaking the younger man. A sob was wrenched from Yong Soo's throat. "Why, why, why, why, WHY?" His voice raised to a scream. "WHY?"
"They took-" Yong Soo gasped, trying to get the words out. "K-Kiku." His brown eyes began to pool with tears. "And ordered me to kill you."
Yao released his brother's throat. His brother began to sob. "And I can't stop unless you're dead...or I am."
"No."
"Yao."
"No!" Yao exclaimed, shaking his head vigorously. "No, no, no!".
"Yao, please." Yong Soo pulled out a knife concealed in the collar of his shirt and held it against his brother's neck. "Please. I just...I can't."
Yao felt tears threatening at the corners of his eyes. His hand touched his brother's cheek gently before drifting down to his neck.
Yong Soo's eyes closed. Tears fell down his face and landed with little plips on the hardwoodfloor. The knife slid out of his grip and clattered to the floor. "...Xièxiè, aniki qīn'ài."
KRAAACK.
Yao leaned back, looking down upon the sad body. After gently pressing his lips to his brother's forehead, he stood up and stared down at him for a while, losing track of everything going on.
I was his Aniki and I killed him. I swore to protect him and I killed him. I told him I would love him always and I killed him. Yong Soo...I killed you I killed you I killed you I killed you... The words in his head echoed against the beat of his heart. It seemed to get quieter and quieter.
He slid to the ground, the edges of his vision beginning to go black. So this is what its like to die. He thought, his breathing becoming shallower. He looked down at his trembling hands, then back over at Yong Soo's corpse.
Yong Soo's unseeing eyes were half closed and staring right at him. He breathed in a ragged gasp and clutched his chest.
There was the pain. He inwardly cursed his ability to block out pain in the heat of battle. He tore off his jacket and began to tear it into strips, ignoring the fact that the bullet still was wedged into his breast.
He successfully managed to wrap the wound. Yao coughed and waited in the blistering cold of his office, wondering what time it was. Yong Soo stared blankly at him, as if waiting each long moment for his brother to join him.
He didn't have that long to wait, as Yao's eyes slipped closed.
The four remaining Allies sprinted towards the old Chinese styled home on the hill. Alfred was bringing up the rear, clutching his side. "Dudes! W-Wait up..."
Francis was second, eyes trained on the two far ahead of him. "Zey will not wait, Alfred. Yao may be...no, EES een trouble, zo we must 'elp him."
Alfred couldn't say anything, the pain of his side stitch rendering him speechless.
Arthur was right behind Ivan, who hadn't stopped running ever since he had heard Roderich's news of gunshots from the Wang household. He looked up at Ivan's violet eyes trained with presicion on the house. "I'm sure he's alright, Ivan." He said quietly, speeding up a bit.
Ivan didn't respond. His eyes did not look away from that house. He just sped up so Arthur was left behind him. Arthur ended up running next to Francis. "You...you think he's alright?" He panted, bottle green eyes darkened with worry.
Francis had a hard time replying. "Eef 'e is not, Ivan vill be very angry, no?"
"Not what I a-a-asked, F-Frog face." Arthur coughed out.
Francis ignored this jibe and continued running.
Ivan was the first to reach the house. Without stopping, he barrelled through the front door and into the office. He stopped cold, all thoughts ceasing.
Yao-HIS Yao- sat slumped over against the wall, blood staining his chest and dripping on the floor. Yong-Soo lay in the middle of the office spread-eagle on the floor. It was almost if he were reaching out to his older brother.
His older brother, who sat so sadly, so lifelessly against the wall. "Yao...?" Asked Ivan.
No answer.
Ivan rushed over to the smaller man's side, gently taking him into his arms. "Yao!"
"Please don't..." Yao's words were so quiet, Ivan had to hold his breath to hear them. "...Leave me here..."
"Yao, what happened?" Ivan asked, standing with the young man. Yao's golden brown eyes opened slightly and he gazed up at Ivan, as if not comprehending the question. "What...happened?"
Ivan looked over towards the door right as the others arrived. Francis and Arthur stopped in the doorway, staring in shock at the scene before them. Alfred didn't hesitate as he kneeled next to Yong-Soo and began to check for a pulse.
"Don't...bother." Yao gasped. Every eye-living and dead-was trained upon him. "He's d-d..." Yao coughed up some blood, and Ivan wiped it off his pale lips.
The young blonde sat in a dumbfounded silence. Did Yao kill Yong-Soo? He wondered. "Y-Yong...Soo." Alfred's glasses began to get fogged up with tears, and Yao looked away. He knew how close the American and his brother had been. "He...begged..." Yao's voice cracked.
"Here, we'll get you to Roderich's, and you can tell us what happened." Ivan said soothingly. "We'll get you fixed up."
"Don't want to..." Yao murmured, his vision darkening. The only thing visible to him now was Ivan's violet eyes, which seemed to glow.
"Hush, Yao. Rest." It was an order, and Yao gladly complied, slipping into his subconscious and letting his harsh reality fade away.
"Here, put him here." Elizabeta guestured to a clean bed, where Ivan gently laid Yao. The young woman's eyes were tired and filled with tears as she tied her hair back. "Yong Soo is dead?" She asked smally.
Ivan gave a slight nod, pulling up a chair and sitting next to Yao's bed. Elizabeta nodded, tears beginning to stream as she removed what was left of Yao's shirt and began unwinding his bandages. Gilbert leaned on the opposite wall, looking out at the sky. His expression was unreadable.
Elizabeta looked over at the Russian man, fighting to stay awake. "Ivan, you should get zome rest. You've been out all night...and all morning. It's three."
Ivan shook his head, shrugging off sleep. "I vill stay with Yao, da?"
Elizabeta nodded and continued her work of mending Yao. Ivan looked over at Gilbert. "I am sorry." He adressed his silver-haired companion. "For busting in here."
"Anything for friends." Gilbert's lips barely moved. Everyone had been affected by the loss of Yong-Soo. He was always so bubbly, and his smile was infectious. He had even managed to make Kiku smile...
Kiku...
"Where is Kiku?" Ivan asked.
"Buisness." Elizabeta said, getting more bandages and handing Ivan a glass of water. "He left about three weeks ago. He was due back yesterday..." She bit her lip. "He will not be happy."
'Not be happy' was an understatement. Kiku would be devastated. Those two were as thick as thieves, and Ivan sometimes thought that Kiku and Yong-Soo were the brothers, not Yao and Yong-Soo. He gazed down at him, violet eyes sorrowful. "Where is Yong-Soo now?"
"Alfred has him downstairs in the basement for now, until Yao wakes up and they can have a funeral." Gilbert began pacing the room. "When will Yao wake?"
"When he is ready." Elizabeta pulled the covers up to Yao's neck.
"I want to know why Yao killed Yong-Soo." Gilbert growled. "Why would he kill his own brother? Why would he stoop so low?"
Yao's words came back to Ivan. He...begged... "I think Yong-Soo wanted to die." Ivan murmured. "Yao said he begged..."
"Yao could be lying. Yao could be tricking all of us right now." Gilbert snapped, whirling around to face Ivan.
Ivan chucked his empty water glass at Gilbert's head. Gilbert just managed to duck it in time as it shattered against the back wall. "How dare you!" Ivan yelled, jumping to his feet. "Do you have any idea what Yao's been through tonight?"
"Like you do, either!" Gilbert yelled back, and the two men rounded on each other. "Yao's double crossed us before, why not again?"
Ivan pulled back his fist, but Elizabeta caught it. She glared at the two men. "How dare you?" She murmured, releasing Ivan. "Gilbert, I don't doubt Yao, and you shouldn't either. Everything he's done for us..." She trailed off and cleared her throat. "He wouldn't betray us. And as for you, Ivan, Gilbert is just expressing his opinions...rather strongly. Please don't tear each other up in front of Yao."
Ivan stepped back and bowed his head. "I am sorry, Gilbert." He apologized for the second time this evening.
Gilbert nodded. "Me too, comrade." He held out his hand and Ivan shook it. "I'm just...on edge."
"Everyone is." Ivan agreed. The entire place's air was so thick with tension, it was hard to breathe.
Elizabeta went to pick up the pieces of glass and cut her fingertips. When Ivan asked if he could help, she shook her head. "No, I am fine. You can help by getting rest."
Ivan knew better than to protest with the girl. He trudged out of Yao's room, vowing to come back in the morning. As he closed the door, he caught a glimpse of Gilbert bandaging Elizabeta's hands. A pang of regret went through him as he closed the door and walked down the dark hallway.
He walked into the kitchen and saw Ludwig sitting at the table, head down. Feliciano played with his sleeve, golden eyes open and anxious. "Veeh..." Feliciano whispered. He put his head next to Ludwig's. "Where is YoSoo?" Ivan leaned in the doorframe as he heard the young boy's nickname for Yong-Soo.
Ludwig didn't move.
Feliciano sniffled. "Ludwig?" He asked sadly.
Ludwig sat up, and he looked terrible. His usually smoothed hair hung in his face, and there were purple hollows under his blue eyes. He looked down. "...In a better place." He murmured, rubbing his temples.
Feliciano hugged Ludwig, sniffling some more, and Ludwig patted the boy's back. Ivan quietly snuck out, glad he wasn't seen. It's what I do best, He thought, entering his room and sitting on his bed. Sticking to the shadows...but if I had just told Yao how I felt.... After a few seconds of thinking, he was out like a light.
Yao's eyelids fluttered open. He sat up gingerly, wincing at the stabbing pain in his chest. Sunlight fluttered in through the window, and he leaned back against the headboard. His vision was still a little foggy. It hurt to look into light.
His hand immediately felt his chest. It felt much better. I must be at Roderich's. Only Elizabeta could've done this. The bandage's rough surface scratched at his palm, and he reached up to rub his head.
How did I get here? He wondered idly. Ivan must've carried me here. He closed his eyes, sitting upright, and took a deep breath, trying to ease his galloping heart. Yong-Soo-
"Good morning, mon chou."
Yao jumped, eyes flashing open. Francis sat next to his bed, a rose in his lapel and a sickening smile on his face. "Francis?" He murmured. "What...why are you...?"
Francis guestured to a tray of food next to him. Steam rose from a plate of scrambled eggs, toast, and strawberries with a cup of coffee. Yao's mouth watered and he looked up at Francis.
Francis laughed. "Eat, la Chine, ma très chère. I eensist." Yao didn't need a second invite. He began to wolf down the food until nothing remained but the tops of the strawberries. Wiping his mouth, he looked up at Francis warily. The country never spoke with him privately, unless he wanted something. "What do you want?"
Francis smiled and leaned forward. "Actually...I'm 'ere to make a bargain."
"A bargain?" Yao echoed. Confusion crossed his features. "What kind of bargain?"
"A bargain...so we both get vat we van, oui?" Francis's smile twisted slightly, making his inviting expression look like it would suit a killer better.
"And what do you think I want, aru?" Yao asked, eyes narrowing.
"Redemption." Francis breathed. His blue eyes got a slightly darker look. "You want to make zose bastard pay, no? For 'urting your brother. For taking his friend, your friend. You want..." He leaned in closer, and his breath tickled Yao's skin. "...To make zem bleed."
Yao was silent. Yes, that's what he wanted more than anything in the world at this moment. "Why should I let you help me?" He inquired.
"Because I know where zey are 'olding Kiku."
In an instant, Yao was kneeling on the bed, hands gripping Francis' collar. "Where is he?" He snarled, fury etched into his features.
Francis merely laughed. "Everything comes with a price." He murmured, his hand stroking Yao's cheek.
Yao slapped it away. "What's your price?"
Francis smiled. "I want to make you mine. And no one elses."
WHOA FRANCIS SLOW DOWN! *locks in cage* Jeez...XD anyways. This is Wren talkin'! This is the first Hetalia story I've ever written, and also the first story I've teamed up with Lilli to do!
*Is super stoked for next perverted chappie which I will be writing* -Lilli
Oh boy. Well, yeah...I wrote this one, so Lilli writes the 2nd chapter, and etc. We hope you enjoy our writing, and we'd also like some constructive critisism! ^^
Who said anything about BOTH of us wanting constructive critisism? i certainly don't. Anyways, please R&R!
Lots of love,
WREN+Lilli (LadyAtrophis)
Hùn zhàng: Bastard
Xiexie: Thank you
qīn'ài: (loosely translates to dear, or darling.)
aniki: older brother
mon chou: My cabbage
ma très chère: My dearest
la Chine: China