He loved it.
Everyday he could he'd travel far, even though his tiny body would cause some difficulties, and walk right into her garden.
She gave him sunflowers and happiness, two things he never really got back in that horrid frozen wasteland that was his home.
But, as soon as he met her, even though he was a small child, he knew she was hiding something. She had a secret. A deep, dark secret.
He knew her secret, the secret that she'd been trying to hide for so long. As the huge and old country that she was, she knew that when first born, men were on top and women the bottom. So, she had to hide her femininity. She bound her breasts with bandages and hid her hips and curves with baggy clothes. She never told him this secret, but he knew it when he first laid eyes on her as a small county, innocent and confused of the world around him.
He knew her secret because there was no way such a beautiful specimen as her could ever be a male.
She was an angel in his eyes, beautiful, kind, strong, but she, like everyone, human or not, had her weaknesses. Her entire gender being one of them. When little, he wondered why she would hide. He was too shy to ask why, though, and was afraid of causing her any grief.
As they both grew and history unfolded itself, he learned and gained knowledge of many things. He knew he had hold onto this secret, realizing how much it would hurt her if it ever be revealed.
She did not know he knew and he never really wanted to tell her.
It was a special thing to him, like he could protect her without causing any harm.
He had never liked killing, so to speak, but... Shit happened.
As did General Winter.
But, he could deal with him. Really, he had been for years, so what could the rest of eternity, or until his country was wiped off the face of the Earth,(but what were the chances of that happening?)do?
That didn't matter to him. Few things mattered to him.
But she, she almost more than anything, mattered to him.
Russia realized he was stalking China after the first Opium War had finished.
She(or, as the others really knew her, "he".)was being ordered around by the freak England, that A.D.D. brat America and that perverted slob France.
Oh, how it made his blood boil to see his angel being ordered around by those disgusting three!
Where was his pipe when he needed it?
After every meeting(and occasional "coincidence" that he was in the area)he would watch his China be yelled at by them. He could hardly stand it! How dare they? Oh, if only he could go in there with his pipe.. And a chainsaw.. And some guns.. And some fucking knives!
But, one day, enough was enough for him. Coincidentally, it was enough for China as well.
Russia was about to run into that room with his pipe, as well as some other hidden and assorted weapons, and free his angel when he heard an odd scream of rage.
At first, Russia thought the worst and assumed his China had done something to anger one of those three(on accident of course, since his angel was perfect in his eyes.)but when he heard the oh so familiar screams of France and England he realized it was his China causing the destruction.
He peaked in and saw a mere glimpse of the beautiful chaos she was causing. Russia found it odd but more so.. Arousing.
"How sexy.. How wonderful.. How awesome! Da!" Russia was giddy with excitement as he drove home. He was bouncing up and down in his seat with shear enthusiasm.
Seeing the choas from earlier in the day made his ride home far more better than any other ride home he could remember. He noticed the drive home was quicker than usual, probably because his mind was focused on China.
Once he arrived home, he took in his surroundings with a sorrowful sigh.
His house was in pretty bad shape, dirt everywhere, old, busted furniture littered the rooms, hardly any good plumbing and the decor.. Well, it was a fashion-lover's worst nightmare to say the least. Grey was all he could see inside and white was all he saw outside.
It was a bleak existence..
Russia looked over at his phone, fitting in with the rest of his house due to it's decrepit appearance.
He had 3 messages. One from his boss, one from Belarus(No surprise there), and one from.. Prussia?
That immediately caught him off guard and it then disturbed him. Why would that annoying leach call him? There had to be a good reason behind it..
He called Prussia promptly then waited for him to pick up after a few rings. Oh God, he could practically smell the booze through the phone as the man talked in that slurred voice that only huge amounts of alcohol could provide.
"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey~! Glad ya got mah call, Iva~!" Prussia was laughing like a fool and was probably too drunk to see straight, much less think straight.
"Why did you call me, Gilbert?" 'Iva' pissed him off quickly and he wanted to strangle the annoying bastard right then and there. But, the phone and reality made that basically impossible.
"Hm? Oh yeah! Well, ya know how you're always hanging around Mistah Oriental? Guess what France has to say 'bout 'im! Ahahahaha!"
China? Russia was on the edge of his seat soon enough. France was obviously with the drunken Prussian in some bar, or his house, but did they have his angel with them? Was she being forced to stay there against her will? Were they hurting her?
"China is soooo cute~! Man, I'd hit that all day everyday! Hahaha~!" The French men's perverted tone mixed with the alcohol in his system made his voice sound a hundred times more annoying.
Russia promptly stood up and hung up the phone, something inside him snapped.
The next day, Russia came into his boss' office requesting a new phone. When asked why this was necessary, Russia simply stated it accidentally was thrown out of the window and then smashed to bits by a pipe that definitely didn't belong to him.
His boss' face quickly met with his palm and a sigh escaped his mouth.
"Damn it, Ivan, another one?"
Russia really couldn't control his temper, could he?
Oh, well. Who cared? He didn't.
From then on, Russia glared at France at every meeting and other "coincidental" time they happened to cross paths.
France's fear of Russia merely increased to a drastic level. That was fine with Russia. He wanted France to be afraid. He wanted him to be very, very afraid.
However, the Frenchman couldn't control who he was much less than Russia could control his temper.
"Why am I here?" Russia thought as he looked at the sourly, drunken bunch before him.
Most of the other countries were partying at this huge bar, they were celebrating the new year. Who cared about that? Just another year to go by, there were always more coming.
Russia stood up from his chair where he was playing with a now empty vodka bottle. Just because he wasn't partying with the others didn't mean he couldn't partake in consuming his favorite drink. He walked to the door, grabbing his car keys out of his pocket, and as Russia was about to open said door, he saw something disturbing out of the corner of his eye.
France, in a drunken stupor, grabbed the wrist of China(who was looking even MORE feminine than usual in an attempt to dress up for the party)and dragged her to a back room. From what he could hear, France was incredibly drunk and was wanting to have some fun. Being France, he refused to take no for an answer. Even though that was the only word escaping from China's non-alcohol laced lips.
Promptly after ripping a peice of a chair out of it's former form, Russia headed to the back room and violently beat down the door with his improvised, wooden pipe.
If he thought he was angry before, a red haze covered his eyes after seeing what was happening in the back room.
France had China pinned down, a slobbery and perverse grin plastered on his face. He was ripping off her nice clothes one by one until he got to the bandages that helped hide her secret. China was screaming and trying to use the martial arts skills she'd been training for thousands of years, but France's tie bound her hands above her head and he was sitting on her legs to make sure her legs couldn't refuse either. It wasn't too surprising that France was into S&M. Then again, what WASN'T he into? The words "anything goes" were like second nature to the bi-sexual Frenchman.
China's head snapped up as she saw Russia beat down the door and walk through it. She cried out to him, not caring that her voice was high-pitched, as she was not disguising it to sound male.
"I-Ivan, aru, get this brute off of me, a-aru!"
Before she even finished her sentence, Russia was beating France with his wooden pipe, not actually caring that he could kill him easily this way. Wait, no. He did care. He cared because he wanted it to happen.
France had to pay, and to Russia, his life seemed like the perfect price. How else would he make sure that his China would never be harmed by France anymore? It was only logical to Russia.
China holding on to his arm and the faint sound of her crying made Russia stop from delivering the final blows to France's dirty blond head.
Other countries were peaking in and seeing what was taking place. Once Russia regained his senses, he saw that what he'd done was alot more brutal than he first thought.
After staring at the bloody sight that was now France's face and head, Russia dropped his weapon and ran out the door. Other countries that happened to be standing in the door was ran away as he rushed by, terrified at the thought of coming into contact with the violent personification.
Russia ran outside, not knowing where he was headed, or how humans on the way ran away from him as he looked wild and the blood on his coat not helping whatsoever.
He knew it was snowing and it was cold. That was about it.
Russia's legs were getting tired. How long had he been running? He didn't have the answer. He stopped and fell to his knees.
He was tired, bloody and just plain pissed.
"Damn it, da! .. Damn France.. Touching my-!" His what..? He looked at his hands. China wasn't his and he knew it. How idiotic was he to think that China would even go near him? Especially now of all times? He'd practically murdered someone right before her eyes! Even if it was to help her, it was still a horrid thing to do. He'd shown her his true colors. He was a murdering monster. He was a freak. Why would she ever love him? Why should she ever even look in his direction?
Russia got up off his feet and trudged along. He didn't care where he was going. So what if he died? Who'd care? His boss hated him. China had to hate him. Ukraine was forbidden to see him and had probably forgotten about him. Belarus could deal. And his country? Oh, he hated his country. He hated General Winter. Maybe if he died, he could be reborn as a human and live somewhere warm with lots of sunflowers. It was wishful thinking, but really just a farce. Personifications like him were immortal until they're country died to the fullest extent. And even though his country wasn't about to fall apart at the seems right then and there, it was still in bad shape. But it'd live. And so would he, even if he wished to never live.
He sure had a bleak existance alright.
It was cold. That's all he could notice. His legs were moving on their own, trudging along in the snow that nearly reached his knees. Was he even on a road?
A sudden light caught his attention, and he turned around to get a better look. The light blinded him, but he believed it to be one from a car. He looked up again in time to see a figure quickly scurry out.
"Ivan, aru? Ivan!"
Russia's eyes widened, his exhaustion being forgotten immediately. There, in front of the car which she seemed to own, was China.
She ran to him and put her large coat around his shoulders, although it didn't fit well due to his massive size. But, it was the thought that counted, right?
"Ch-China, da?" He looked up at her with bewilderment. Had she.. Been looking for him?
"Yeah, Ivan, it's me. Are you alright, aru?" She crouched down beside him and looked at him with a mix of concern, pity, and.. Maybe love? Russia wasn't sure.
"Am I alright?" Russia grabbed her shoulders and nearly shook her, "Are YOU alright? Did France hurt you, da? He didn't remove the bandages and see them did he?"
As soon as those last words came out of his mouth, Russia regretted them.
China stared at him for a very long time and the realization hit her like a brick.. Or.. Maybe more like a pipe.
"You... Y-you know.. Aru?"
He nodded, "Da. I've always known.. Since I was little and you let me come to your garden. I only knew the ways how you hid it because of my assumptions. How else could you hide breasts without bandages? O-Or.. Or why else would wear baggy clothes all the time, da..?"
China couldn't move. Her secret had been known for such a long time by Russia, and she had no implication whatsoever? What could she do..?
"You've known, aru.. But you never said anything?"
"Never, da." He cupped her face in his hands, feeling the warmth from her porcelain cheeks made him shiver slightly.
"Why, aru?" She had tears in her eyes. Why? Russia had no idea.
"I.. I think it's because I knew it would hurt you, da.. I don't want to see you hurt like that.. Ch-China.. I.."
Wait.. Was he really about to confess to her? Was he going to tell her he loved her? Really?
Russia expected her to say "You what, aru?", or maybe slap him, or something, or ANYTHING other than what she actually did.
China held Russia's head close to her chest and then began to cry and sob heavily. Why was she crying? What was she doing? He couldn't think of answers, only a realization.
Her breasts, although bandaged down, still felt very soft to his forehead.
"China.. China! Why are you..?"
"Y-you.. Thank you, aru.. You're the first person.. T-to ever, aru..! To ever care for me so much! A-a-and I never knew, aru! How stupid am I?" She sobbed even more as she spoke, "Why..? Why do I have to hide, aru? L-Liechtenstein doesn't! Belarus and Ukraine don't e-either, aru! O-Or Taiwan! Or Belgium, aru! Or H-Hungary! Or Monaco, aru! Or even Wy and Seychelles! Why only me, aru? What did I ever do to have to deal with this, aru? W-Why, oh, why, aru!"
"You? Stupid, no, never, da! It's not fair, it isn't.." He got out of her grip, which was stronger than expected, and then held her in his large arms. She clung to him and continued to sob and cry. He tried to comfort her, by patting her back and stroking her hair and even whisper encouraging words to her in Russian.
He could tell she was tired and he even saw some bruises on her body from France. If she wasn't crying in his arms, he would have broken something out of rage because of her pain. But he knew her emotional and mental pain that she had been dealing with for years was far more greater than her current physical pain and he had to hold her until she was done sobbing. Not that he didn't really like having the Asian in his arms, he just wished it would have been on better terms..
After a while, and finally reduced sobs, Russia picked China up bridal style, set her in the passager's seat of her car, buckled her in and wrapped her coat around her. He got in the driver's side and the tiny size of the car quickly unnerved him as he sat down. But, he had to set it aside to make sure his angel was alright.
Russia started the car and began to drive. But.. Where should he go? To her home or his?
"China..?" He looked over at her and saw that she had almost fallen asleep.
"Y-yes, aru..?" She looked up at him and rubbed her eyes. The sight of her sleepy was almost too cute to bear.
"Um.." A blush was forming on his cheeks and he could feel it, "Do you want me to take you home..?"
"Yes.. Please.. Aru" She yawned.
"Da.."
Russia set her in her bed, or at least the bed he thought was hers. The room was the most extravagant of them all and it seemed to have a slight feminine feel to it. He covered her with blankets and couldn't resist watching her as she slept.
If he thought her merely being sleepy was adorable, her actually sleeping was to die for. In the back of his mind, he realized he wanted to hold her and coddle her as she slept and be like a loving, doting.. What?
What was he to her? He cared about her, he knew that, but.. Did she feel the same way? How could she? She saw what he did to France. Did she think of him as a monster like so many other countries? But, it was to help her. He couldn't stand seeing her in pain, and to have that perverted bastard France all over her..
Where was something breakable? No, he couldn't break something in her home. He could wake her up, or possibly even damage something of value.
Russia sighed and ran his gloved fingers through his snow white hair. He looked over at China affectionately. She looked so adorable and peaceful as she slept. Was there anything cuter?
Russia patted her head, whispered a small goodnight and walked out the door of her home.