RoChu- Learning Chinese
Wang Yao sighed heavily, slumping in his chair a little. Across from him, on the opposite side of the dining room table, was a distraught looking Ivan Braginski, the personification of Russia. Laid out in front of the two were many scattered index cards, with Chinese characters, words and phrases on them. Yao was teaching Ivan how to speak, write and understand Chinese after Ivan begged (forced) him to, under what circumstance, he would never know. And being the good nation of China that he was, he agreed. But after many hours of advanced studying, Ivan just couldn't either pronounce a word correctly or make the written character exactly right. Ivan was getting frustrated with himself for not even getting a single thing correct. He wished that everyone could just speak Russian, to make the world a hell of a lot easier. But NO~ God just had to be a Сука about it and make everyone speak different languages!
China sat up and re-arranged the scattered cards. "Do not worry about it too much, Ivan aru. Perhaps you just need to focus on smaller words and phrases first aru." Ivan sighed, staring at the table. "I suppose if you think that will help me..." China smiled encouragingly at the taller nation, "I'm sure with more practice over time, you will flourish in your Chinese aru. Perhaps even become fluent aru." Ivan perked up, looking at the older nation, "You really believe that, Да?" China beamed, pouring himself some more jasmine tea, "當然 aru."
After a little more studying, and some more explaining on Yao's part, Russia seemed to get the basic meaning of Chinese such as 您好, 是的, and 再見. After just about the whole afternoon, Russia had learned most of the simple Chinese phrases and China couldn't be more proud or surprised at the Russian's determination and fast progress in such a short time. When it started to get dark, China decided it was time to make dinner. While they ate their dinner, Ivan asked Yao a question that almost made him choke on his pork bun.
"Yao... How do you say I love you in Chinese?" After China got his breath back, he asked stuttering and blushing profusely, "W-why do you a-ask, aru?" Ivan looked down, his cheeks turning a faint pink, "I am just curious to know..." "Oh... Well... It's 我愛你 aru." Ivan raised his eyebrow, "Wo ai ni..." It felt so strange to say it. Yao just blushed, "V-very good aru."
Just then, Ivan stood from his chair and walked over to where he had left his coat. In the front right pocket, neatly tucked away, was a sunflower, one he had hidden from Yao when he came over. He quickly walked back over to the dining room, sunflower clutched in his leather gloved hand, behind his back. Ivan the grabbed Yao's hand gently from where it was on the table. Yao flushed, "W-what are you doing, Ivan aru?" Ivan said nothing. He simply kneeled on one knee and pulled the sunflower from behind his back. "Wo ai ni," was all he said, looking straight into Yao's golden eyes.
China's heart began beating faster as he took the beautiful sunflower and stared back into Russia's amethyst orbs. Slowly, he started smiling, a loving and happy smile, as he looked at the Russian man. "...Я люблю тебя, Ivan." Ivan grinned, wrapping his arms around Yao, lifting him up and spinning him around. Yao and Ivan laughed as the taller nation put the smaller down, but didn't let go of his waist. Yao smiled looking up at his Russian, bringing his arms up to Ivan's neck and pulling him closer, the sunflower still in his hand. Ivan brought their lips closer, a breath apart whispering, "My precious China doll... Wo ai ni." And sealed his declaration with a kiss.