This is the first APH fic I've ever written and it's just a maybe little bit poetic and pretty angsty Russia's silent monolog. I have to say that my english skills are really lacking so don't laugh at me :''' ---- DDD And the title is by the way a song by my favourite band called Scandinavian music group, because I think the lyrics are fitting in this situation kinda well.

soooo here it goes....

He has such a beautiful eyes. I know it sounds like a cliche, but they really are beautiful in a way I really can't explain. It looks like his soul was smiling all the time.

Sometimes he notices my longing stare, and that's when I turn my face away, Wanting nothing more than to melt in to a little stain on this chair.

When I'm most likely sure that your gaze is already knitted on something else, I try my best to pay attention back to the conferecne although I know that even after this one I wouldn't memorize anything more than that little I already have.

All I see is him. So absobed to the speak Alfred is having right know, in my ears it sounds more like a heap of words made of porridge.

There he sits. He listens, looking so important. He nods a little. Sometimes his smiling eyes begins to slump just a little bit, The light that billows inside them starts to dim and he puts his petite palm against those chapped lips, releasing the noiseless yawn in to the air.

There he dozes, fighting against the tiredness, still looking so beautiful.

Finally he surrenders to superficial dormancy and amused looking Francis's poke on somwhere between his ribs makes him flinch. I can't hear what Francis's laughing words are meaning,

all I see or hear is you and how you blur some kind of insults with your mother tongue.

You have such a beautiful voice, Yao.

Even if you sweared and shouted till it would disappear.

Soon someone would roar you in to the silence and your face would be painted with an assumed allegiance.

As the moment moderates, Yao would smile in that way Yao always smiles for everyone. I set my gaze down on my muddy boots and once again I realize how even the single silent statement is hurting.

We used to have so much.

We are still sharing our history, You found me back in those days.

You used to be the most beautiful one of all my sunflowers, and when I became strong I used to protect you from everything in this world.

But one day you ran away.

And even if my house would have been deluged from all kinds of servants, I was still all alone.

That's right, that is the way you always smile.

Now it's too much to look at you, so my eyes have found a pitiful dent on the corner of the table under my gaze.

You are so beautiful, Yao, and so is the smile you always smile for everybody.

Except for me.