It was very unanticipated.
Ivan had not expected to meet an old acquaintance on the train. He had certainly not intended to start gambling with him. But sometimes that is the way things work and a person never knows where one insignificant encounter may lead.
Ivan smiled a childish smile when he won another hand and Alfred was forced to admit defeat.
"You're much better now," he grudgingly admitted to the Russian while pulling out some food to munch on.
"Da…" Ivan said, eyeing the loud American's food with disgust.
"So," Alfred said through a mouthful of food. "What brings you to the city? This isn't even your own country. What are you doing so far away from Russia?"
Ivan sighed and explained. "I am a collector, da. I collect rare items and this city is the best in the world for seeking rare items."
"Oh! Artie is one of those too! He works in the city! You should meet up with him!" Ivan gave up trying to follow the young American's conversation and instead alternated between agreeing and nodding his head.
"-so you will? Oh good! I bet Artie will be pleased to meet you! He loves to meet fellow collectors!" Before he knew it, Ivan had agreed to meet Alfred's friend.
~oO|Oo~
Contrary to Alfred's statement on the train, Arthur did not seem pleased to meet a fellow collector. Instead he yelled at Alfred about the unwelcome presence in his shop and pulled Alfred aside to whisper about something.
Ivan ignored the two, instead preferring to look at the valuable objects cluttered in the British man's shop. Many dusty bookshelves, small and huge elaborate and simple statues, gorgeous furniture- Ivan thought he could see some animal figures too. He wondered if they were real, they looked like lions and cheetahs. There was even a beautiful huge chandelier hanging down from the ceiling in the middle of the shop. All in all, there was a lot more here than in his own shop back in Russia, however Ivan believed his shop was in a much better state.
"-what if he's here to steal 'that'?" Ivan heard Arthur hiss to Alfred and idly wondered what they were talking about now.
"Nahhh…It took me a while to convince him to come here." Alfred's voice was as clear as day.
"Still-what-" Arthur's voice was much harder to hear.
"All the other collectors- or 'competitors' as you call them- know. Does it really make a difference?"
"You-want-make jealous!" Arthur jabbed Alfred in the jacket.
Ivan coughed a little by accident and both blondes turned to look at him. Arthur gritted his teeth and pulled Alfred farther away.
Ivan continued exploring. He stopped when he thought he saw a bed located in an adjoining room. Despite his tall height, he had to crane to see what was back there. As far as he could tell there was a bed. Interest now increased, Ivan tried to make his way to the room. Instantly the British man stopped him.
"Ah, please forgive me, I've been so rude. Let me offer you some tea." The way the man looked at Ivan left him with no room for refusal.
There was a small coffee table towards the back of shop where Arthur served the other two fresh tea.
"My tea is the best around here, everybody else just serves plain rubbish," Arthur told Ivan proudly. Ivan nodded, wishing instead it was vodka that was being served.
"Come on, Artie! Can't we just show him? He's a collector too. I'm sure he'll see the true value!" Alfred whined.
Arthur mumbled something that sounded like, "That's just the bloody problem."
"You can't keep your treasure hidden forever! What's the point if you don't show your fellow collectors?"
Arthur blinked, processing what the American said before nodding. "Fine."
"Yeah! Just wait a second Ivan!" Alfred dashed off and was quickly obscured by the other objects in the shop. Ivan watched him with amusement and tried to force the tea down his throat. Arthur watched him drink with satisfaction then turned to watch Alfred return with worry evident in his eyes.
Ivan blinked in surprise as he saw the British man's prize. Whatever he had been expecting –something more along the lines of a rare statue- it had not been this.
In Alfred's hand was a beautiful human being. Ivan wasn't sure if it was a girl or boy, but the slender figure and long hair and innocent eyes leaned more towards a girl. He had never seen another human like the girl before. She possessed bright golden eyes, flawless skin, rosy cheeks, a slim body and shiny long black skin. Ivan realized he was blushing a bit as Alfred led her over and he tried to hide his cheeks with his long scarf. Arthur watched his prize with pride.
"My uncle brought him back for me when he went on a trip to a place called China," Arthur explained. He held out his hand to his treasure.
Ivan nodded, barely paying attention. The girl-
Wait.
Arthur had said 'him.' That meant-
"Boy?" Ivan asked in confusion.
"Well, I'm not too sure how old he is since-"
Alfred's laughter cut through Arthur's explanation. "You thought he was a girl didn't you? Ha ha. Don't worry, I thought he was a girl too at first."
"B-but how can he not be a girl?"
"Come here, Yao," Alfred took the small boy's hand from Arthur's and led him over to the tall Russian. Getting close to the extremely tall man, the small boy shrank back, looking worriedly at Alfred. Alfred laughed and stroked the boy's raven black hair. "Don't worry Yao, if anything happens the hero is here to protect you."
Arthur snorted. "Who's the hero?"
Ivan felt a little saddened that he scared the small beauty and he held out one hand as if trying to coax a kitten or puppy to come to him. At Alfred's urgings, the boy surrendered himself into the Russian's arms. Ivan was surprised to find that even the boy smelt nice, he must have his own smell since it wasn't a smell that could have come from being in the store. It was a flowery smell, though Ivan couldn't identify it.
Alfred grabbed one of Ivan's hands and placed it on the Asian's chest. True enough, the being in his arms was definitely a boy, the lack of chest being much too evident. Yao squirmed a little and Ivan tried to calm him, "Shhh, I won't hurt you, da." How Ivan longed to run his fingers through the boy's hair, but he was content to just have him close for now.
Seeming to get tired, the boy started to slump against Ivan's legs. Without thinking, Ivan lifted the small boy onto his lap and put his arms around him. The clothing the boy wore was unfamiliar too, though it also added to the boy's feminine appearance. Beneath Ivan's fingers it felt like silk.
Alfred waved away Arthur's jealous glare. "Hmph. He doesn't usually act so friendly towards strangers. He usually hides or clings on to me."
Unbeknown to the three, Yao was as curious about the Russian as Ivan was about him. So far he had met people with only blonde hair. The Russian's silver blonde hair and abnormal height attracted him and the clothing that Ivan wore was different. Absentmindedly, he played with the end of Ivan's scarf, mainly ignoring the three's conversation.
Looking down, Ivan found the site too cute to resist. He couldn't help himself as he pulled the small body close and tightened his grip. "So cute, da~"
Surprised, Yao dropped the ends of Ivan's scarf. Arthur's hands twitched as if ready to separate Yao from Ivan.
"Aru?" For the first time, Ivan heard a sound from the boy's mouth. His mouth twitched at the cute sound.
"He talks?" Ivan inquired. Alfred supplied him with an answer, always ready to say something: "That's the only thing he says, and no one knows what it means."
"Huh?" Ivan blinked in surprise as he found Yao pinching his cheek. Yao giggled as he pinched harder and pulled. Ivan felt his cheeks redden and had to resist the urge to pinch Yao's cheeks.
"Okay, that's enough now. Come on Yao, let's get you ready for bed. I'll brush your hair for you if you want," Arthur held out his hand, which Yao quickly grabbed. Answered only with a few blinks and a tilted head from Yao, Arthur huffed, "I'll take that as a bloody yes then. The shop is closing now."
It was only as Ivan was leaving with Alfred and deciding to look back that he noticed a chain attached to the boy's ankle.
~oO|Oo~
Arthur narrowed his eyes. It wasn't surprising that Alfred had come back the next day to bug him and play with Yao, but he hadn't expected Ivan to come along with him. The two were using up so much of his precious tea.
However, Yao was delighted to have some people to play with. It was so boring just staying on his bed like Arthur wanted him to the whole day. With other people, he was allowed to move around. But he had ended up on Ivan's lap again (Ivan wore his scarf as usual so Yao was content to play with it) and Alfred was trying to teach him English. And failing miserably.
"Al-fred," the American carefully enunciated. All he got in return was a blink. Not deterred, Alfred jabbed a finger at himself and tried again. "Al-fred!"
Yao tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. Getting envious of Yao's attention to Alfred, Ivan grabbed Yao's chin and tilted it upwards forcing the Chinese boy to look at him. He smiled and pointed to himself. "Ivan."
Yao said nothing. Alfred laughed and patted Ivan on the back, laughing. "Guess he won't answer any of us."
"Yiwan?" a soft word made it past Yao's lips and everyone froze.
"Did he-?" Arthur tried to make sense. How dare someone else get his little treasure to speak!
Alfred's jaw was wide open in disbelief. Ivan, after getting over his surprise, hugged the boy to him. "Good job, da~"
"A-aru!"
"Now you get your reward!" Without hesitation, Ivan swooped down on Yao, planting his lips on Yao. One hand grabbed Yao's head and pulled it back, allowing him to slip his tongue into Yao's mouth.
"Hey!" Ivan whined childishly when he felt Yao pulled from his lap by Arthur. He was silenced by a stern look.
"Aru?" Yao asked Arthur. Arthur shot the two a glare before taking Yao to the adjoining room.
"Let's go Ivan," Alfred tugged Ivan's sleeve. "Before we get kicked out by Arthur. And what was that about?"
"Nothing, da …Does Yao ever get to leave the shop?"
Alfred thought for a bit before shaking his head. "I don't think I've ever seen Artie let him out," he replied cheerfully. "There's a new restaurant that I wanna show you! It sells this amazing food called hamburgers!"
~oO|Oo~
Arthur fought down the urge to throw something at the Russian. He was here again! He always showed up, monopolizing the attention of his treasure.
"Yao!" Ivan called the boy over. Yao walked over trying to see what Ivan was holding behind his back. "Be patient, da?" Ivan teased Yao. Yao pouted and tried to reach behind to grab whatever it was, his face turning a cute shade of red. While trying to reach, Yao stumbled on his chain and fell.
"Yao!" Arthur yelled, but Ivan caught Yao before the petite beauty could be injured.
Ivan righted the small Chinese who looked a little shaken. He put the present into Yao's hand.
"…Aru? Yiwan?" Yao looked at the present with wide eyes. It was a small panda toy.
Ivan chuckled. "It's for you, Yao. Now…where's my reward, da?"
Arthur pulled Yao behind his back as Ivan leaned forwards. "Get out, you wanker!"
"But-" Ivan pouted, but left when the British man got scary.
~oO|Oo~
Despite being forbidden from entering the shop, Ivan spied on the place. And didn't like what he saw.
Another collector had come to see Yao, though it was only grudgingly that Arthur showed him. Yao hid behind Arthur's back, refusing to see the Frenchman. Ivan could see Arthur's smug grin and burned with jealousy. Why couldn't he be the one Yao was clinging to?
Arthur left Yao to go to the back of the store and Ivan used it as a chance to sneak in. He couldn't leave Yao alone with some stranger.
The Frenchman beckoned Yao over. Yao went albeit hesitantly.
"Bonjour, mon cher. Don't be afraid…" The man ran his hands through Yao's hair and let them travel down his body. Yao flinched and tried to move away, but the man wouldn't let him. Ivan would have gone and attacked the man that second had not Arthur returned and kicked the man away.
"Francis! You bloody frog! What did I tell you?" Arthur yelled, furious.
Francis only shrugged his shoulders, holding up his hands as if in show of peace. "But it is my duty to spread l'amour around, n'est c'est pas?"
"Get out!" Arthur turned in Ivan's direction. "And you too, Ivan! If neither of you have any actual business, get out!"
At the sound of Ivan's name, Yao perked up. "Yiwan!" he called, running out from behind Arthur to where Ivan was. Ivan couldn't help the smug grin that spread across his face as he picked Yao up.
Arthur grumbled but allowed both men to stay when a customer walked in demanding his attention.
"Won't you hug moi aussi?" Francis pouted, holding out his arms. Still holding Yao in his arms, Ivan kicked the Frenchman away.
"Yao."
"Yiwan, aru?" Yao cocked his head to the side adorably and Ivan had to fight the urge to press a kiss to him.
"Yao likes his 'Yiwan,' da?"
Yao blinked and nodded. Ivan's smirk grew wider as Francis grumbled.
"Ivan likes his Yao too."
Eventually Ivan and Francis were thrown out as Arthur took Yao away. Ivan watched with calculating eyes. That chain around Yao's foot- how he longed to break it. Longed to have Yao in his arms away from all the others.
~oO|Oo~
YaoYaoYaoYaoYao
That was the only thing that seemed to be on Ivan's mind anymore. He needed Yao to belong to him and only him.
Alfred's voice only broke through to him when he made mention on Yao's name.
"What?" Ivan interrupted. Alfred frowned. They were at the restaurant Alfred had found, eating burgers and talking. Alfred had the feeling that Ivan wasn't listening to him and this just proved it.
"I said I finally asked Arthur out and he agreed. We're going to go see that magic performance, Arthur's obsessed with magic."
"No, no. What were you saying about Yao?"
Alfred sighed, of course that was all Ivan cared about. "All I said was that he would probably get really lonely all by himself. Arthur keeps him on such a tight leash, but Arthur usually stays in that shop with him."
Ivan nodded. He had noticed that the British man always stayed with Yao.
But that night- that night he wouldn't be around…
~oO|Oo~
Ivan waited until he was sure that Alfred and Arthur weren't going to return to the shop before breaking in. He went to go break open the door, only to find, to his surprise, that it was already open.
Making his way quickly to the room he had spotted on his first visit, he was overcome with a purple haze as he saw who else was in the room.
Francis.
He had Yao pinned against the bed and seemed to be murmuring words to Yao while Yao squirmed desperately underneath him.
Before he knew it, Ivan had pulled Francis away, throwing him into an antique dresser. It turned out to be quite fragile because as soon as Francis landed on it, it broke.
"What?" Francis gasped, attempting to sit up. "…Ivan?"
"Da?"
"Do you even know what you're doing? Non! Let me have the boy!" Francis begged, his eyes darting back to Yao on the bed.
Annoyed by the Frenchman, Ivan quickly knocked him out with the water pipe. "Never touch my Yao," Ivan smiled coldly, strange sounds of kolkolkol being emitted from him. Ivan turned to Yao, pulling him into his arms, checking to make sure Francis had not hurt him in any way.
"Yiwan, aru!"
"Shhh!" Ivan smiled his childish smile at Yao and looked at the chain attached to his foot. He raised his water pipe and brought it down on the chain. To both their surprise, the chain broke easily.
"Aru?" Yao held up his foot as if disbelieving that he was no longer chained.
"Yao, please come with me, da? You don't need to stay with Arthur. You can come outside with me."
Yao tilted his head at 'outside.'
"Outside it can be scary," Ivan admitted, "but I'll protect you, da. There are many wonderful things outside too, like a field of sunflowers! Please come with me, Yao…"
Yao bit his lip, then nodded.
Ivan smiled widely and scooped Yao up, throwing him over his shoulder. Yao gasped, thrown off by Ivan's sudden movements. Ivan smiled, humming to himself as he left the shop with his water pipe and Yao. With Yao in his arms, he felt so elated, pleased at finally getting what he wanted.
They travelled quickly, the farther away from the shop the better. Ivan slowed when they got to the waterfront, slightly worried that Yao was so quiet. Pulling Yao from his shoulder, he found that Yao was staring wide-eyed at everything. At the first chance, Yao ran to the sea wall, staring at the water. Turning around Yao looked at the city's bright lights framing the night sky.
"Pretty, aru. Yao very happy!"
"You- you-"
Yao turned and laughed at Ivan's stuttering. He ran over to Ivan and pulled down on his scarf. When Ivan's face was at a reachable height, Yao planted a soft kiss on his cheek. Directly after, Yao's face turned red and he hid his face in Ivan's scarf.
Ivan chuckled, his cheeks a bit red, and tugged Yao away from his scarf. Finding Yao's blushing cheeks too cute to resist, Ivan kissed them. Yao turned redder and tried to push away. However, Ivan caught both of Yao's hands and pulled him closer. With one hand he pulled Yao's head back, slipping his tongue inside Yao's mouth. Yao hesitated, then kissed back. He moved so that his arms were around Ivan's neck, pulling him closer. Ivan moved down to kissing Yao's neck. He enjoyed the feeling of Yao shivering when he licked his collar. Slowly, Ivan lowered both of them on to the soft grass.
Barely aware of what was going on, Yao furiously kissed Ivan, caught up in the moment, his hands tangled in his hair while Ivan worked on getting Yao's clothing off. Ivan paused to admire the smooth skin that was glowing in the moonlight when he slipped Yao's shirt down, exposing his shoulder. Ivan bit down eagerly, eliciting a sharp gasp from Yao. Ivan quickly tore off the rest of the Oriental's clothing, stopping to admire the Asian's blush and the soft body beneath him. Yao squirmed, trying to get away. Ivan caught his hands and held them above his head as he continued kissing and licking making his way from Yao's neck to his stomach.
"Yiwan!" Yao gasped when Ivan's tongue swirled around his pink nipple.
Ivan smiled to himself. This was a fantasy coming true. How he's wanted all this time just to have Yao to himself, just to hear Yao call his name, his name only.
Yao's mind was in a frenzy. The touches, the kisses, they made his skin burn as if on fire and he wanted more. He tugged the scarf off Ivan, exposing Ivan's pale neck. Ivan's coat and shirt are off next and Yao ran his hands lovingly over Ivan's chest. He planted soft kisses along the neck, then leans back as Ivan moves his head lower. He moaned softly as Ivan parted his legs, hands stroking his inner thighs.
Ivan paused; savoring the beautiful sound escaping from Yao and was glad that no one else is around to hear Yao, to hear him calling his name. The sounds that belonged to Ivan alone.
Ivan stroked Yao's length, gently squeezing, pleased at how hard it is and noticed how hard he himself was. Yao moaned louder and Ivan couldn't deny himself any longer. He pulled off his pants with Yao's help. Yao's eyes widened at the size and his mouth opened slightly.
"Shhh…" Ivan tried to reassure the small boy. He gently massaged Yao's entrance until Yao looked up and gave him a small nod. Ivan hooked the slender legs over his shoulders and tried to enter slowly and gently. Excitement and pleasure overtook him and his thrusts were harder than he meant. Yao screamed in his ear and a second later the scream turns to moans and pleads. Ivan panted heavily, gladly trapped in this form of heaven.
Yao couldn't contain himself and he came, with Ivan following after him. Ivan pulled out and lay on top of Yao, listening to the racing heartbeat. Yao smiled and slowly runs his nimble hands through Ivan's hair- the hair that had initially attracted him.
In the distance a bell chimed, signaling midnight. Yao sat up, groaning as the pain hit him.
"Yao, what's wrong?" Worried violet eyes searched golden ones.
"Aru…need to get back. Yiwan, before Master come home," Yao held on to Ivan's arm tightly, not wanting to let go.
"No!" Ivan sat up suddenly, scaring Yao, and pulling him tightly into his arms. "No, Yao. I meant it when I said come away with me!" He felt unrestrained anger and jealousy at hearing Yao call Arthur 'Master.' "Don't go back! Da…I'll keep you safe forever!" Now that he had Yao, he couldn't bear it at all if someone else were to lay hands on his Yao.
"But…aru." Ivan silenced Yao's protests with a finger.
"Let's leave now, da? I can't give you to that bastard." Ivan pulled Yao off the ground and searched for their clothes. Ivan's were fine, but he couldn't quite say the same for Yao's. Sheepishly, he drew his button up shirt around Yao, his trench coat being too long for the small body. The shirt was more like a short dress on the Chinese, though it pleased Ivan to see Yao wearing something of his. After seeing Yao take a pained step, he simply scooped the beauty into his arms.
"A-aru?"
"It's faster this way," Ivan smiled and kissed Yao above his eye.
Yao snuggled into the warmth and safety of Ivan's arms as Ivan took them towards the edge of the city.
~oO|Oo~
Arthur threw a vase to the ground. "Where the bloody hell is he?" he roared. His huge eyebrows looked scarier than usual.
"Calm down," Alfred tried. "Look." He pointed to a confused Francis lounging on the ground amid the destruction of Arthur's rare oriental dresser. Arthur felt a brief flicker of irritation at the loss of such a rare collectable, but it was worthless compared to what he had to lose.
Crouching down to Francis' level, Alfred gripped the Frenchman's collar tightly and gave him a good slap. Francis groaned.
"Mon Dieu…"
"Where's Yao, bloody frog?" Arthur demanded, looming ominously over the two in the background.
"Yao…?"
"Yes! Where is he?"
Francis only groaned again. "That Ivan…he hits hard…"
Alfred and Arthur locked eyes. "That wanker…he won't be able to stay in the city. He'll try to escape. Go to the outskirts of the city," Arthur commanded Alfred.
"But Arthur…is it really that important to get Yao back?" Alfred straightened up.
"Aren't you a bloody hero?" Arthur demanded harshly. He continued in a softer tone when he saw Alfred literally flinch. "I need Yao…please, we need to get him back. He won't be safe with that Russian anyways… I need you to."
Alfred grinned at Arthur, blushing a bit. "Don't worry Artie! We'll definitely get Yao back! I'll stop the evil Russian!"
Alfred ran straight out to go confront Ivan and Arthur would have followed him had not Francis grabbed his coat.
"What?" Arthur snapped, pulling his coat out of Francis' hands.
"…I know what you're keeping, mon cher," Francis tried to smile. "Do you think that you can hold on to something like that forever?"
Alarmed, Arthur kicked Francis out of his way and bolted to the door.
"Bloody hell!" Arthur grumbled as he called his carriage to take him.
~oO|Oo~
"Look Yao!" Ivan jostled the sleepy boy in his arms. "We're almost out of the city. We'll be free once we get out."
"Aru, really Yiwan?" Yao looked so hopeful and happy Ivan couldn't help giggling.
"Once we get out, I'll take you to see sunflowers, da."
"Sun-flowers?" Yao tried the word. "I never see before. Pretty?"
"Very pretty, da. We'll see a big field of flowers!" Ivan paused before adding: "Yao smells like flowers."
"Peony, aru."
"Ivan!" Something hard hit Ivan's back causing him to stumble. Yao yelped as he fell out of Ivan's arms on to the ground. Ivan quickly got up and shielded Yao, turning to see who had called out to him.
Alfred.
"What?" Ivan hissed.
"Who, aru?" Yao tugged on Ivan, trying to see who it was.
"Haha…this is weird isn't it, Braginski?" Alfred laughed. "What do you think you are doing with Yao?"
"Leaving," Ivan started walking backwards, still shielding Yao from Alfred.
"Look man, you can't. Yao isn't yours."
"Yao is not an object. Yao belongs with me now. And he wants to come with me, right Yao?"
"Yes, aru!"
"So he can talk," Alfred pouted. "Well, sorry dude, I can't let you take him. That's stealing and the hero can't let you do that!"
Ivan turned, scooping up Yao and ran. There was an empty carriage at the end of the road waiting to escort travelers. He pushed Yao inside, turning to the driver.
"Take him to an inn in the next village." He threw some coins to the driver and turned back to Yao.
"No, aru! Yiwan!"
"Yao, don't worry. I'll come get you and take you to see the sunflowers, da? So don't cry."
Yao nodded and placed a kiss on top of Ivan's head. "S-see you, aru. Yiwan."
"Yao…I love you!" Ivan said, impulsively.
Yao smiled. "I know, aru. I love Yiwan too."
Ivan shut the carriage door and told the driver to go.
Alfred watched Ivan with shadowed eyes. "Ivan…I'm sorry."
~oO|Oo~
Yao leaned back from the carriage window, letting his sore body relax. Shutting his eyes, he tried to imagine what sunflowers would look like.
The carriage had barely travelled a distance from Ivan when Yao heard-
*Bang*
"Aru? Stop!" he yelled to the carriage driver, but was ignored. Cursing under his breath, Yao tried to open the carriage door.
"Ah, ah. Let's not do that."
Familiar arms encircled Yao and pulled him away from the door.
"Aru?" Yao, stunned, did nothing as Arthur held him in his arms.
"Did you really think I would let you get away?" Arthur chuckled, relief clear in his eyes. "You know how much I need you, my treasure. You, who many have fought over for thousands of years. I finally get my hands on an Immortal, and you think I'm going to let one go? Especially when all the legends that have stated being in a possession of an Immortal gives you what you desire which have turned out to be right! … Stop it, you git!" Yao tried to get away by wiggling out of Arthur's arms.
"Yiwan!" Yao yelled.
"Shut up! I need you! I can't go back to being some bloody non-important collector! And I can't let Alfred go! Without you, Alfred will go back to being with that bloody Canadian cousin of his! Stop struggling! I need you to keep him by my side!"
"No, aru! Yiwan! Yiwan!"
"Bloody bastard!" Arthur yelled as Yao managed to elbow him in the nose. Annoyance getting the better of him, Arthur slapped Yao, throwing him into the side of the carriage. Yao struggled to stay awake, to fight, but everything went black.
~oO|Oo~
Yao stared murderously from his spot on the bed in Arthur's house. Arthur, not wanting to take any more risks, had tied him up so that he couldn't move at all.
"Now, now. There won't be any more running away on adventures, will there?" Arthur smiled above Yao. Yao glared back, Ivan would come and save him and then the British man wouldn't be the one laughing.
"Arthur?" Alfred walked through the doorway looking a little dazed. "Here."
Arthur smiled at the object he was handed before throwing it down in front of Yao. The object landed right in front of him, giving Yao a generous view.
Yao felt himself go cold as he looked at the blood soaked scarf. The scarf that he had always adored- how could such a thing destroy his world so thoroughly? Hope dropped and he felt himself give way. Wanting to be strong, but failing, tears dripped down the Asian's face. He felt as if everything was breaking inside.
Arthur grinned. "Come on, Alfred." He reached out a hand to guide Alfred, but Alfred flinched away.
"N-no…I have to go home right now!" Alfred stumbled away, tripping over his feet.
"Alfred! Get your bloody ass back here!" Arthur roared desperately after him. He glared at Yao. "What's going on? With you he's supposed to stay by my side forever!" When Yao didn't answer, he kicked him, but even then, the Asian made no noise. Arthur let out a loud strangled noise and stormed from the room.
The small Chinese could only stare uncomprehendingly at the strange and confusing world. It was so loud.
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