On that fateful night Yao sits in the silent darkness that is his room. He holds two flowers tightly to his chest, one being an Iris and the other one a sunflower. The Sunflower was larger than the Iris, strong yet elegant in it's own way. The Iris was a delicate flower; bright colors, fragile-looking, and beautiful. The Chinese man sighed as he set both flowers aside on the bed. Who should he choose? Ivan or Arthur? Those were the questions that echoed in his mind that night.
He lay on his back, with a tightness in his chest that he could not bare. He felt trapped and uncertain of what to tell the other two nations he had become really good friends with the past few weeks. He closed his eyes and he remembered his younger brother had broken down into tears and fought with him. Kiku had been furious with him; for the person he had fell for, fell for his older brother. He was heart broken, and it just left Yao with another burden on his back. He wanted to cry, but he refused to show any feeling. There was a knock on the door and a voice came about.
"Brother, aren't you coming to the Moon festival? You planned the whole thing yourself!" It was Hong Kong's voice.
"G-go away! I'm not going! I refuse to go, aru!" Yao whined at his younger brother who now opened the door.
"Is there something bothering you, brother?" Hong Kong retorted with a sort of kindness in his voice. Taiwan and Korea had already left for the Moon festival that Yao planned all on his own with the help of his younger siblings.
"I-I don't want to go Hong Kong. I refuse to go,aru." Yao's voice cracked. He was about to break down into tears.
After coaxing, Hong Kong got China to go to the Moon Festival with him. He helped Yao dress in his traditional festival clothing,since it was part of coaxing the Chinese man. He dragged poor Yao out of the house and down the street towards the festival. Yao kept his head down, afraid to bump into Kiku,Arthur, or Ivan. Hong Kong dragged him through many crowds surrounding certain booths. Hong Kong dragged the Chinese man up to a small group of familiar faces. Alfred,Matthew,Francis,and Kiku stood around the entrance of some sort of garden.
"Hey oh Yao! Hong Kong!" Shouted Alfred, the loud mouthed American at the two. Kiku glanced over.
"Hey.." Matthew said shyly, looking a bit hopeful to be noticed. Francis chuckled a seductive chuckle while Alfred was ranting to Yao how amazing the festival was. A typical American thing to overreact to almost every small detail. Kiku was silent the whole time, giving death glares at poor Yao every time the Chinese man looked at his younger brother. He was looking for forgiveness and sympathy from him. He felt trapped.
The group had sat down at a picnic table and discussed things. While Alfred and Francis where arguing over Matthew.