Hey guys! My first fanfiction. Will prove to be rather short and in the form of little snippets if you will. When school slows down a little I'll probably be writing more lengthy and indepth fanfictions from a few ideas I've had. Okay, so chibi china time. (:
Also, the storyline picks up a bit after this cutesy chapter, though I'm estimating that this story will be less than 5000 words long. I just don't have much time other than to post in tiny snippets. Comes with the territory of being a science major, all this business. Anyhow, please enjoy?
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China wasn't sure when or how he came to be, only that it was sometime after the Qin Dynasty was established, unifying the warring states at last.
Wang Ri found the child sloshing around in his rice fields one day, a sloppy grin pushing past chubby cheeks into golden eyes and chestnut hair a lively melody past his shoulders, bouncing in time with the song he sang. The water came up to his waist and he held a bamboo stick high above his head like the tiny trooper he was, even if the red robes blooming around him made him appear more like a flower.
Wang Ri found it only natural to fall in pace beside the kid; every one step of his took the child three, but the kid happily waded faster to keep up. It wasn't until the water reached Wang Ri's knees and the kid was practically swimming that Wang Ri found it fit to scoop him up into his arms.
"What is your name?"
The child cocked his head at the man, staring pensively into his eyes. "Name?"
"How you identify yourself. I'm Wang Ri."
"Identify" He blinked and pursed his lips in concentration. He'd never thought of who he was, just that one day he found himself wandering around the hills in this vast land. He identified with pandas trundling through vast bamboo thickets and the water lapping up against muddy banks in rice fields. He was the vast skies and the wind caressing every roll and dip in the land, the raucous call of birds and the hum of the workers in the fields. A smile broke out over his lips and laughter bubbled forth. "China! China! China!"
"W-what?"
"China!" The child insisted, pointing to first himself then to the land around. "China! China!" He tugged on Wang Ri's beard, positively beaming up at him.
"T…that's hardly a name, kid." He set the child down on the bank and headed toward the simple thatched house nearby. China kept up with a scampering walk then darted ahead, disrupting the chickens pecking about in wild chase but falling onto his butt when the door swung open and Wang Ri's wife stepped out to investigate, worn robes stretched tight over unborn child.
Wang Ri and his wife talked quietly a while, occasionally pausing to glance over at the tiny child who was more than happy to just sit and play in the dirt, building up tiny walls and making mudpies. He only caught snippets of their conversation, but none of it made any sense to him.
"—found him in the rice fields. Don't think he has any parents-"
"—But what of our own kids?-"
"—Will be fine. They'll like him."
"—but money? What with taxes and—"
"It'll all work out." Wang Ri flashed her his typical crooked smile and embraced her lightly. "Besides, we can't leave him to fend for himself."
A child, appearing to be just a few years older than China, stumbled out the doorway and tugged on his mother's sleeve. She rested a hand on his head and brought a sweeping arm toward China. "Say hi to your new little brother—" She shot Wang Ri a questioning look.
"Yao. Wang Yao." The man decides. After all, China was not a real name, only a place.
The boy wandered toward the smaller child, who looked up expectantly at the commotion, and gathered him into a hug. "Little brother! I'm called Fa."