T-this has been stuck in my head for a really long time! It's time to release it, then! Keh~ Apologize if there are any typos!
**Mon chere: My dear.
**Gege: Older brother.
Jiao Long: Hong Kong, just because I like the name and thought it fits him per-fect-ly.
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" I can't do this, at all..! " Yao slumps down to the bench after perfectly targeted Francis' foot fifteenth times during the practice. Alfred seems displeased with him giving up, as his gaze is lifted from the hamburger for the first time in his life. " But Yao! " The taller American cried. " You have to know how to dance! The prom is next week! " " Thanks for the reminder… " The shorter Chinese mutters, feeling his back aches. All he really need is a trip back home so he can rest in peace, may he be dead or not.
" But he doesn't even have a date! You are totally overacting, you lot. " Arthur – the self-proclaimed the "head" of the group – grunts loudly, wearing the ever-lasting frown on his face. " Tsk. Mon chere Yao is adorable, he'll get a date soon enough. " All Yao can really feel after he heard the reply are a cold, yet small shiver running straight down his spine and a pitying look. Angrily, he jumps out of the bench, heading right to the to exit, doesn't even care to say good bye or turning back.
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Yao walks to his wooden bookshelf, looking through it, as he grabs a book and lies down to his bed, begins reading it. This time, instead of venting his anger on the pillow, he decided to shut down and focus on the contents of the book instead. " Yao gege? " He ignored the sound, wondering where he stopped at.
" Yao gege. I need to ask you something. It's a Math problem. " Even when he hoped for the sound to quiet down and disappear, it raised up again. In his mind, he has no and absolutely no interest of solving a Math problem now, as he hides his face mumbling jumbled, out of order, incoherent words. " Yao gege. If you don't come out now, I'll ask Arthur. " The sentence immediately gets Yao going. He's been competing against that British for quite awhile, so he can't get something as trivia and as inessential as this to make him loses any points.
Yao turns to boy and forces out a small, clearly fake smile on his face. " Yes. May I help you with anything, Jiao Long? " Funny, he's that link that makes Arthur and himself related to each other. He and Arthur has been competing for a long while just to see who's the better cousin. " Yao gege, do you like Arthur? " Yao sits on his bed, shocked and paled as he was expecting for a Math problem. Glances at the boy's forever-uninterested expression, Yao shakes his head slowly.
He doesn't really know for sure, actually.
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Arthur slams his eyes shut, sighing at the world. He can hear the leaves rustling, feel the wind blowing at him and… " What an unpleasant surprise to see you here, Arthur. " Hear a cranky Chinese. Arthur slowly opens his eyes, only to see his expectations are right. " Every time I look at you I just want to… Argh! " Yao growls, still haven't forgotten what he did to him. Luckily, the British knows this is one of the best times to avoid him, as he recalls the last time, when he broke someone's car and a street light. Arthur stepped back quietly, spun and ran away, leaving behind the irritated Yao who's calling him a coward.
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" Oh! Yao, you're improving. A lot! " Francis chimed in his pure French accent, twirling the other man. " I know I am a good teacher. " Yao grins at his small victory as he continues to waltz with the Frenchman, ignoring the admiring look on Alfred's face. By the time the week is over, Yao aced every dance Francis can thought of.
Alfred's eyes gleam in admiration and agitation as he flutters around the Asian. " Bro! Bro! How did'ya do that? It was awesome! " Yao smirks, saying that he's just a natural at dancing. He then quickly packs and walks him, whistling on the way.
Arriving at his own bedroom, Yao throws the bag on his bed. Hearing the 'thunk' sound of the bag landing on the soft mattress, he brings out a small smile. Walking to the unfinished canvas that has been placed nicely on the easel, he takes a small glance at the unfinished picture while pulling out a paintbrush. He's painting a windmill in the middle of a never-ending meadow. On top of it all, there will be a blue and deep, yet cloudless sky. It'll be perfect.
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" Yao gege. Hey Yao gege. What are you doing? " Yao could have sworn, he saw his eyes sparkled a bit in excitement while staring at his painting. The older Chinese beams brightly. " I am drawing a person! Hey Long, what should be the shirt's color? " Arthur, who was listening to the conversation mindlessly, butts in. " Green, obviously. " " Who was asking for your stupid opinion anyway? Red is obviously better! " " Oh yeah? .."
" It should be bwue… " Long murmurs quietly. The two older cousin freezes a bit at the small sound and smile in defeat. " Sure Long, which shade of blue? " The younger cousin smiles softly. " The sky's… I-it's pretty. "
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Yao can barely breathe from the hiccupping and sobbing, as he wishes to them to come back to how they were before. Watching some random children laughing with their friends from his window, all he can really do now is whimper and cry more. " Just like a girl " is what Arthur would describe him as right now. " Aiya… I feel… weak. " His hands are shaking terribly, as he watches the paintbrush falls down from it. 'Clang', it sounded.
Tears are falling.
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