One: Hurt/Comfort.
[AN: It isn't that I don't LIKE Kiku, but I wanted to write what might have happened a while after, if Yao had come to Ivan. This is what I think would have happened. MOSTLY FLUFF AND ANGST.]
There was a knock at Ivan's door during the night. He didn't really want to open the door, but he did so anyway.
Standing outside, he found Yao. He was tear-stained and sobbing. Ivan frowned, gently ushering the dark-haired Nation in. He gently guided him in to the Living-Room and sat down.
"Come now, my dear," he said gently. "You will tell me what is wrong, Da?" he said. Yao shook his head and Ivan gently pulled him in to his arms and rocked him gently backwards and forwards. "It's OK," he kept on saying softly. But it wasn't. It wasn't.
Yao eventually began to calm down, and Ivan asked what was happening again. Yao just sobbed pathetically and shook his head, unable to speak.
"Yao," Ivan said, putting his hands either side of the other Nation's face. "I realize that you are upset, but I will not be able to help you if you do not tell me what has happened," he said, staring straight at Yao. He didn't struggle and, worried, Ivan let him go, and Yao collapsed, sobbing, on to his chest. Ivan gently wrapped his arms around him, while gently stroking his hair and shushing him. Yao's sobs were frantic and plaintive, but they were starting to slow and dead. "Now, tell me what has happened," he said gently.
"Kiku attacked me, Aru," Yao sobbed. Ivan gasped. He held Yao in his strong arms and the Chinese man eventually calmed down. "He attacked me with a Katana a week ago, Aru," he explained, still sniffing tearfully.
If Ivan could get his hands on the little bastard… there wouldn't be much Kiku left to speak of.
Yao was still sniffing with pain and sadness, and it made Ivan feel bad. He didn't want Yao to cry… No, Yao should not be crying…
"I-I went to the hospital about it, but I said I fell down the stairs and broke a glass jar because I-I didn't want Kiku to get in trouble," Yao explained. Ivan sighed, his arms still wrapped protectively around Yao.
Ivan felt Yao start sobbing again and he rocked him gently backwards and forwards until he stopped crying and feel asleep.
"There," he said softly, stroking the Asian's hair. "That is better now, Da?"