*WARNING this chapter does not contain lemon, but the next two do... the story can stop here if you want a non lemon ending!*
'Such a pretty boy...'
It was halloween and Ivan was sitting on a stool in Arthurs house, the atmosphere was to Ivan happy and he sat there observing from afar.
Arthur and Alfred were taking a heavily intoxicated Francis upstairs, Rovino and Ludwig were fighting over Feliciano again, and colourful crowds were dotted around the room; chatting.
The room was darkened and there were sofas dotted around the room, there was no carpet. Just marble floor.
Ivan just sat there will a toothless smile on his face.
Watching.
Long hair flew as he turned around before settling so prettily on his shoulders. He wore a lolita style pink dress that Francis had turned up with yesterday and forced him to wear.
It was adorded with pearls and finished with white lace, It looked so good on him is made Ivan blush. So he snuggled deeper into his scarf to hide it.
Now he was talking to Kiku, They were laughing together.
How Ivan wished he would talk to him, He never would though...
"CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG... YAAAAY!"
Ivan woke with a start to the chanting of people.
Clutching his head he looked around, There was only 5 people left in the room.
Alfred, Ivan, Ludwig, Felciano and Yao...
It seemed they were having a drinking contest of some sorts, resuming the constant smile Ivan wore always he got up and joined the little circle.
He was still very sleepy and wasnt quite yet awake, Ludwig and Felciano were in the middle of the circle and Felciano was clutching Ludwig wailing...
"Heyy Ivan!" Alfred yelled wandering over, clearly drunk.
"Hallo Alfred, are you alright? Do you want me to help you?" Ivan asked kindly.
"Yes, Ivans right. You look awful Alfred~aru!" cried Yao in his sweet high voice "Ludwig! Help please?!"
"Ahhh my friend I cannot! I have much to do!" replied the blonde haired man, he was staggering around with Felciano who was flailing around crying even more now.
"Ich habe viel zu tun viel zu tun...bekam zu verlassen... sehr.." The man began to walk away, speaking german as he left with the red head.
'Poor Yao!' Ivan thought, 'Maybe if I help him I can get him alone...'
"Here Yao!" Ivan said picking up the semi concious american, "Help me with the legs, okay?"
He turned around to smile even more at the boy. He didnt need his help at all but maybe there was a chance...
"Uh, Oh okay~aru!" Yao answered in surprise, he staggered under the weight of the legs but was determined to help Ivan.
The sound of the pink heels clicking on the marble floor seemed to set Ivan on edge... He was worried Yao might slip but he seemed quite skilled somehow?
The two silentely carried Alfred to the nearest room they could find before setting him down.
"Oh, um this!" Yao ran around the room searching, before picking up a red blanket.
"There~aru" murmered Yao as he gently placed it on the now asleep Alfred.
Thinking quickly Ivan turned to Yao, "Oh red! My faviourite!"
Beaming, Yaos cute face became pink as he exclaimed "Really? Mine too~aru!"
'I know...' thought Ivan.
An awkward silence began to build up but Ivan didnt notice as he was so deep in thought.
'Maybe I should tell him now... how I feel, how Ive always felt... would that be weird? I dont know... I-I want to tell him!'
"Uhh... Ivan~aru?" Yao had his thin arm outstretched towards Ivan and his head was cutely cocked to an angle "You okay Ivan?"
Suddenly Ivan grabbed Yaos little hands, causing Yao to cry out in shock, "Ivan?! Whats the matter? Oh no... a-are you drunk too~aru?"
Poor Yao was so distressed, he was struggling desparately to be free of the bigger mans iron clasp.
"No... Yao..."
Ivan shook his head and looked Yao straight in his eyes, he had such beautiful eyes. So (insert color) and round, full of light and so sparkly...
Taking a deep breath Ivan begun.
"Yao, since the day I first ever met you. I have always. Always loved you"
"...Ivan"
Yao suddenly felt calm and smiled gently at Ivan, And closed his eyes.
Ivan...
Did he love the quiet, calm man?
Always in the background, smiling. He was always smiling. Always stuck with that fake smile plastered to his face.
He wondered breifly what his real smile was like... full of light maybe?
Yao had always secretly liked Ivan, the last two years he had sent him little love letters at valintines day. Never to receive one back, so he pushed it far from his mind.
But now... Now here he was. Saying he loved him.
Was he dreaming? Maybe...
But was that a bad thing?
"Ivan...I love you too~aru" Yao answered shyly.
"re-really? Not joking?" Ivan exclaimed.
"You really do?"
Giggling Yao replied "of course silly! Why would I say that if I didnt mean it~aru?!"
