AN: I dont believe that I'm writing a Russia/China fic! But recently I saw such good art with this pairing that an
Idea of a fic was born in my head! If you like this, please review!
Disclaimer: Only Himaruya-san owns Hetalia.
"Знаешь " - "you know" in Russian.
This fic is devoted to one person from my life.
Cold.
China's POV:
Today is so cold, aru, don't know why. Snow is falling non-stop, aru. It's better to stay at home, but, unfortunately, I need to give some papers to Russia urgently. Forgot to do it yesterday, aru. I'll have to put on my warmest coat and get to him.
But that wasn't enough.
The Russian frost chilled Yao to his bone. A foreigner couldn't get accustomed to this.
First, The Chinese man quickly ran through to the snow.
Then, the snow became deeper and deeper.
"How terrible, aru! - China thought. - But I think I'll manage".
He walked and walked, slower and slower. The snow began to reach his knees and his hips. It rustled underfoot and didn't get any hope to Yao.
And there were twenty minutes more to get to Russia's house.
It became foggier and foggier, China couldn't se the way. His legs had frozen in the snow, and his face was incredibly red.
Finally, he fell on the ground. Yao couldn't go more, and winter had broken all his confidence.
China's POV:
"That's the end, - I thought. - I can only lie here." So I lay there with my eyes half-closed.
After some time, when Yao was half-alive, somebody big approached to China. Then he became smaller.
"China? China?"
Yao opened his eyes. There was Ivan sitting next to him and shaking him.
"Are you alright?" - asked Russia.
China tried to talk, but he couldn't speak. His voice was also frozen.
"You're suuch an idiot, China, - continued Russia. Why have you come today, in such bad weather? You could have died".
China made an understanding face.
Ivan sighed, picked China up (Yao wasn't very heavy) and went through all this bloody winter.
When they came to the house, Russia took off the coat from Yao and seated him.
"I think a cup of tea wouldn't be a bad thing" - said Ivan and made tea for himself and for the guest.
After Yao had drunk his tea, the voice returned.
"Thank you very much, Russia. Your tea is tasty, aru. The papers are in the inside pocket of my coat, they haven't been spoilt, I think, aru. You know, I owe you so much, aru".
"Oh, I only helped, - said Russia smiling. - I only went for a walk and saw you there, lying. You reminded me of one thing".
"What, aru?" - asked Yao, still drinking his tea.
"Of me, - answered Ivan. - You know, in 1237, I was lying there like you were today. The tatars took all my riches and left me there dying. - Russia uncovered his left shoulder. - See that scar? That's the memory of those years".
"Yeah, I don't know much about you, aru", - said China pensively.
"And, знаешь, Yao, - said Russia, - I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I left you".
Yao turned his head to Ivan. His heart for some reason started to beat faster.
"I can't live without you, Yao", - finished speaking the violet-eyed Russian.
Yao looked at him. He didn't know much about this nation, though they had something incommon.
"Don't scare me like this anymore, - asked Ivan. - Please".
The cups were empty, and China looked at the bottom of his. He stood up.
"Of course I won't, - he said. - Never. I promise".
Then, Russia stood up too and went to China. He pressed Yao to himself and kissed China's lips.
They both thought they loved each other.
It was warm. The heater worked at capacity.
The snow continued falling.