AN: HAPPY BIRTHDAY YAO! I can't believe that I almost forgot today was his birthday T.T I want to write something for him, but I don't have the time or the energy. So I'll post something I wrote a while ago. I was originally going to expand it, but I got lazy towards the end... Lol, so enjoy this small birthday present to Yao!
P.s. I once showed it to a friend, and she sent it to Lynnnn. And Lynnnn made a short comic of it! So thank you BerylCoronet! The link to the comic is on my profile.
As always, I don't own Hetalia (nor Metamorphoses lol)
"He made, with marvelous art, an ivory statue,
As white as snow, and gave it greater beauty
Than any girl could have, and fell in love
With his own workmanship." -Ovid's Metamorphoses
There are many tragedies in the world we live in.
The tragedy in the potential that was never realized, the love that was never uttered, and the words left unspoken.
Ivan Braginsky was a sculptor who fell in love with someone devoid of blood and bones.
An ivory statue.
He knew he was different the moment he started carving his body from marble.
The longer he spent on him, the more he became frantic in his pursuit for perfection.
Everything had to be just right.
From strands of silky hair to the wrinkles of his robe, Ivan poured his heart and soul onto this inanimate man.
The statue depicted a person more beautiful than anyone he had ever seen.
Roses would wither in shame next to him, and the sun would rise just to catch a glance of his face.
Out of all of his creations, he was the one Ivan was most attached to.
Soon attachment became obsession.
In a cold world where people looked right through him, his statue never averted his glance.
Though his eyes were made out of stone, he never once looked away.
For a deranged artist, the statue became the answer to the society who refused to accept him, the emotions he was forced to constrain, and the love he never received.
So Ivan decided to devote his existence to a perfect being that could never look away from him.
He never blinked once.
Facing his lover, Ivan decided to give him a name.
Yao.
Da, that's what he should call him.
In the beginning Ivan was content admiring the untouchable Yao.
He did not want to taint him with his impurity.
A mere mortal shouldn't dare to touch something so divine.
Simply observing his beautiful form was enough to be his redemption.
But eventually he wanted, needed, to be more than just an observer.
One touch and it was over.
One kiss on those bloodless lips and he knew he had sinned.
He fell in love with Yao because he was a piece of his own creation that could never reject him.
The statue loved him because of his sightless eyes that couldn't see the man for who he truly was.
But now, he wished he was human…
If only he could blink, if only he could grow old with him.
If only he was not made of stones.
"Yao, do you love me?"
The man would ask,
But of course the statue never replied back.
