Okay, so I'm trying my hand at RoChu. This was scribbled down on evey spare piece of paper I could find, I must've written it at least a million times before gaining the courage to post it. Hopefully, people enjoy this~! By the way, I only use -aru in less serious situations. Okay, enjoy~!

Fire and Ice

Ivan watched Yao as he argued loudly with Arthur, an amused smile slowly spreading across his face. He enjoyed watching the Allies fighting, as it was so interesting and funny to watch, but he particularly enjoyed watching Yao duke it out with the other nations. The way Yao's golden eyes would narrow, the twist of his lips as scowled and the way his eyebrows formed a little 'v' when he was angry or frustrated. "Aiyah! America, you bastard!" China yelled, face livid and red. Turning on his heel, he stormed out of the meeting room, cursing loudly in Mandarin. France stood up, a strange smile spreading across his face. "I'll follow Chine, oui*? Make sure la boulette peu* is alright~!" France moved to step out his chair, but England clasped a hand on his shoulder. "Frog...sit. We can all see that look in your eye." Francis looked at England angrily, visibly upset that his 'fun' had been interrupted. "Who're you calling a frog? I'll have you know that-" "Oh shut it, Pepé Le Pew!" England retorted, and the other's hands found their way to his neck. The two began to brawl it out on the table, cursing at each other and trying to hurt each other in a variety of ways. As much as Russia would've liked to see the two beat the crap out of each other, he was much too worried about China to focus on the two brawling. Ivan rose out of his chair, unhooking his jacket and bag from the chair behind him. He stepped silently out of the meeting room, violet eyes searching for a certain Asian.

"China?" Ivan called experimentally, his voice ringing out through the empty hallway. His footsteps were very loud as he walked slowly down the hallway. "China?" He called again, eyebrows furrowing in worry. What if China had left and gotten lost? This had been one of the first times they had hosted the Allied Forces meeting in France, and it was possible that he had gotten confused with the many artistically-beautiful hallways and arches of France's place. "Yao?!" Ivan was almost shocked as he heard how desperate he sounded. How odd. He heard a little gasp and the rufle of cloth. Russia followed the noise, as he grew closer and closer to it, the noise grew louder, and Ivan could detect a hint of...crying?

"Yao?" Russia said once more as he peeked his head around the corner, silver-blonde hair falling into his eyes as they widened, taking in the Chinese man's appearance. Ivan's eyes softened. Yao had obviously been crying...or having a blowjob. Russia blinked then shook his head. He was just going to pretend that thought never crossed his mind. Ever. "Yao..." Ivan crouched down so that he was kneeling, on the same level as Yao. "What's wrong?" China hissed under his breath, and his eyes rose to meet Ivan's violet orbs. "It's alright, you can tell me." With the permission to continue, Yao went off.
He ranted, cursed and at the end of his rant, Yao looked at Ivan with angry, crazed eyes. But underneath the anger and frustration, there was something else; longing? His hair was disheveled, face flushed from yelling and the Chinese man looked so...rapeable. Russia's eyes widened and he blushed; shaking his head again to get rid of that thought as well.

Ivan looked up again; the sniffling started once again, and he could see China's eyes beginning to mist. Russia opened his arms to the Chinese, and Yao slouched into the embrace, crying silently into Ivan. "Yao...if I may ask...what did America say to you that made you so angry?" Yao stiffened and sighed. "He...poked my back while I was arguing with Arthur, and...he touched the scar." China lowered his voice to a whisper. He continued, trying to ignore Russia's chants next to him. "He asked me what happened there, and I said it was nothing, but he wouldn't listen. He laughed that annoying laugh of his and asked if it was from Japan. I didn't know how to respond, so I yelled at him." Yao looked up at him, looking small and remorseful. Ivan stared back at him, surprised. He had never quite noticed this before, but China had a very nice face. He examined the sharp cheekbones, the pale creamy skin, the shiny golden eyes still somewhat misted with tears.

"Ivan...?" Ivan raised an eyebrow at the Chinese man using his name. "Da?" "Wo ai ni." Ivan froze, his mind translating the little Chinese that he knew. I love you. And in that moment, Ivan took a chance. He angled his head and pressed his lips to Yao's.

Yao visibly stiffened, and Ivan's heart nearly snapped. China's golden eyes slipped closed, and he wrapped his arms around the European's neck, fiddling with the edges of the Russian's scarf. Ivan's heart swelled with glee and childish giddiness, pulling the Asian closer to him. Yao hummed a little in contentment, fingers moving up from the scarf to the silver-locks, knotting his fingers into the hair. Ivan smiled a little into the kiss, gloved hands moving swiftly and snatching the hairband from the Chinese man's hair, ebony locks falling silkily across his shoulders, fanning out over the collarbone of the Asian, making him gasp. Ivan stole the chance and slipped his tongue inside the other's mouth, extracting a small moan from the smaller man.

"Well, well, what do we have here~?"

China and Russia both jumped apart, both visibly startled by the intrusion. Leaning against the doorway was Francis, Arthur, and Alfred, Francis with his strange smile once again. "Well then, Ivan, looks like you were able to get into his pants before I did, hmm?~" Ivan smiled eerily at the trio before scooping China up, bridal-style. "Jiiii~ Getting into his pants? I prefer the term 'becoming one', Francis. And that's not such a bad idea..." Ignoring the other's flabbergasted stares, Ivan swept Yao out of the room, whispering gently into his ear, "Ya lyublyu tebya.*"

YAAY! I'm thinking about making this into a series of one-shots and HOT DAMN. Over 1,000 words! Normally I barely make it over 400!
Translation Notes:

1. Chine, oui? -China, yes? (French)
2. La boulette peu- The little dumpling (French)
lyublyu tebya.-I love you (Russian)

However, I can't write lemon. Much less China becoming one with Ivan. Hope you enjoyed this and please review~