Wheee, here I go again! I just can't write anything other than for this pairing, sorry. And they're always so short. Gah.

Anyway... it's been a while since I've posted something, and I have recently gotten back into this pairing quite a bit, since found the new Yao to my Kiku; my girlfriend, Amy. Sorry for the corniness but... yeah, this is for her. The idea was kind of hers, anyway. So. Yeah. Je t'aime, Amy. /awkwardly waddles away

SO I DON'T OWN HETALIA YEAH. Enjoy...! :D

The streets of Beijing are a safe haven for Kiku.

No one stops to ask him what's wrong, no one sees the wretching pain and deadly inner turmoil he harbors. He walks along a crowded path, tears streaming down his face and words in ten different languages pouring out of his mouth, because no one asks. No one cares.

He has never felt safer than he does on those visits to Beijing. Ironic, because just years ago his people waged war with the people he sees before him. They know that, but they would never know that Kiku was one of those demons from their nearby neighbor that did so much damage, caused so much death. Still, Kiku apologizes. He apologizes to each one.

Quietly, under his breath, through his tears, in Chinese, Japanese, Korean, English... he apologizes to every person he passes on the streets. Ninety year-old women with baskets of vegetables fresh from the market, forty year-old men clenching their briefcases after a long day of work, six year-old children holding hands and skipping down the streets together, laughing. Residents of Beijing. American tourists. European tourists. It doesn't matter who it is to him. He had already apologized to the man he had hurt the worst, and had been forgiven. He would see that man soon. Still, he apologizes to everyone he sees on the streets of the crowded, foggy city- even if they would never know what he had done to them.

"Kiku." Yao was waiting for him on the porch, face bright with a smile and shining amber eyes. Of course, Kiku thought. He knew I would be here. He always does. "Come here, Kiku."

Kiku's feet carried him to Yao in seemingly no time at all. He collapsed into his brother- his lover's arms and began to sob. For himself, for his country. For Yao, for Yao's country. For both of them and their love and hate. For the people of Tokyo who he could never show emotion towards. For the people in Beijing that didn't know, that didn't ask, that didn't care.

"I'm sorry, Yao," Kiku cried into the older man's shoulder for the thousandth time. He lifted his head and raised his voice, louder than ever, for the first time. "I'm sorry, Beijing... I'm sorry, China."

Yao smiled, embracing his brother- his lover. "Kiku. You know this already, but I forgive you. Beijing forgives you. It's okay to cry- okay to be upset. I welcome you. Beijing welcomes you."

I wonder if anyone gets the obscure Olympics reference...

Uh, Yao is China and Kiku is Japan. Beijing is the capital of China.

So that was it! I hope my three fans enjoyed! ;) Reviews are appreciated!