~ Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia.
~ Title: Ephemeral
~ Claim: Mongolia/China
~ Warning: English is not my first language. I'm so sorry OTL
~ Notes:
Baatar is the name my friend Soren (user foxievonfancypaws on tumblr) uses for Mongolia, and which I'm used to using for him.
This is both a present for my friend Soren, and for the MonChu fandom. We deserve a medal, we're so tiny, yet we somehow manage to do fanart and talk, ship, etc.
~ Disclamer: Hetalia and the characters are not mine.
It broke his heart, to be honest. He broke it, all over again. It felt like a claw pressed over his ribcage, making it hard to breath, bringing tears to his eyes.
It was that unusual.
It was that precious.
He was used to Yao being indomitable, demanding, violent; to being conflicting and confusing and capricious.
He was used to second guessing all the nice gestures and words.
So seeing that kind expression, after all that time, without reasons to think of it as something fake or forced—
It broke something inside him, or maybe it broke him. Maybe he had always been broken, and Yao just touched him, lightly enough to feel like a caress, hard enough to make him stumble and fall apart. He didn't know, he probably didn't even care.
So he just stared at the other man, looking deeply into his eyes, his brain frozen, his heart working furiously, wanting to print that moment in his soul, wanting to make it his and only his, to save it and keep it always with him, so it would never leave him.
It felt like hours.
It wasn't more than a couple of seconds.
Was this what heaven felt like? But he probably wasn't worthy of heaven. He wasn't even worthy of this bliss.
Another crack, from his insides, and he cursed.
He wished for the time to stop in that moment, for the world and everything but them so stop existing, to let him live it forever, to make it his eternity, to make it the absolute everything, so he would belong to it and him and nothing else.
"Baatar"
He wished hard and strongly, as he leaned over his partner and returned back to his lips.
He thought, if god had at least a bit of mercy, he would let him die in that right moment, melting, shaking, a letting the bittersweet grip lull him to death.
I hope you enjoyed this small drabble! The MonChu ship sure is a small, lonely one, but I believe we try our best to keep it floating.
Once again, remember that English is not my first language. If you find a mistake, please tell me, and I'll correct it asap.
Review?
Everytime you read and don't comment, Mongolia will wake up with a head contusion
China had hit him
It was all a dream
(he'sverysexuallyfrustratednow/SHOT)