On the Stairs
It's One-Shot time! I got my inspiration to do this, while listening to the song, Halfway Down the Stairs by Amy Lee. The one with Robert the Frog was epic too. xD
So yay for plotless fluff~
Russia stared up from his spot at the bottom of the stairs. With nothing to do, and time to waste, the two would idly sit on the stairs, and chat. China always claimed the step at the very top, and Russia had his spot at the bottom.
"So this is how it feels to be so short." he joked at the Asian.
"Hmph. I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that." China replied from his perch.
Ivan chuckled at the pouting face Yao was making. He knew China hated being teased because of his height, not to mention his feminine looks. Russia loved getting him a little fired up, it was amusing.
"It is nice being up this high, I assume you like being tall?"
"Da, it is nice being so tall. Lots of advantages, but not in China, where you stick out like a sore thumb."
"You always stick out, but that's good, because then I can always find you."
The placing of their seats was very much like their relationship. Russia and China had very different personalities; just like the stairs, one was all the way down, the other was all the way up.
Yet the two had things in common as well, both of them had been through a hard past, have obsessive siblings, and don't like to be alone. Not to mention that the both of them had been left alone multiple times. Just like the stairs were still stairs, no matter how one was high up, and the other was down low.
"Ne, Yao-Yao sit next to me." he called from his seat.
"Alright..." he said, and started to scoot slowly down the stairs.
As China started to go down, Ivan made his slow ascent up. Putting his arms up on the stair above, then lifting himself on to the next. They kept going until they met halfway.
The Slav smiled softly, feeling accomplished. He put a lazy arm behind Yao, and rested his elbow on the stair above, proceeding to run his fingers through the other's hair.
China leaned against the Russian's broad chest, allowing Russia to stroke his hair. It became such a habit with him, China barely even noticed anymore. Russia leaned down to place a small kiss on the top of China's head- which China didn't protest against. They sat there quietly. There was only stairs in Russia's house. China's house was a one level house, and didn't have stairs for them to sit on.
A small hand made its way into a large one. Yao marvelled at how big it was, but then he stifled a laugh as he thought about the hand if it were small.
"Mm, what's so funny Yao?" Ivan asked, while kissing him again.
After breaking the kiss, he replied, "I was just thinking about if your hand was small."
"Small? Why did you think of that?"
"Well, look how small mine are..."
"Da, small and cute, just like you~" he commented, and watched the small smile on Yao's face turn into a little pout, along with a blush.
It was amazing how two extreme personalities like China and Russia could get along so well, so perfectly together.
China stopped his pouting, and brought the large hand up to his mouth, kissing it.
"I like your house, Ivan."
Russia raised an eyebrow, "And why is that?"
"Your house has stairs, and for some reason, stairs are oddly romantic with you."
Ivan giggled, (because big, grown Russian men like him giggle), and hugged Yao close.
"Well you can come to my house, and sit on the stairs with me anytime~"
"Good to know..."
See what I mean? Plotless, but I still wanted to write it.
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