Chapter 1:The Beginning
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Russia stared out of his open window, letting all the snow fly into the empty room. The Baltic countries had gone off to help their people and he was all alone. He looked over to a new bottle of vodka and tried to resist drinking. He decided to play a game on how long he could go without having a drink. If no one came home soon, he'd lose. He let out a heavy sigh. "I wish it wasn't so cold..." He folded his arms and slumped over the windowsill like an upset child. "I want to go somewhere warm~"
The way to Russia's house was full of yowling winds and blinding snow. It was a frozen white expanse that took forever to cross and was hardly inhabited...and on top of it, it was midwinter, when the worst chills gripped the land.
China shivered and pulled his coat tighter around him. What was he doing, visiting Russia in midwinter? He didn't know, only that it somehow started with South Korea bothering him and had somehow progressed to here and now, on the steps before Russia's house.
Russia glanced around the courtyard and saw a figure standing on the steps shivering. For a moment, the dark hair made him think it was Lithuania, but a second look allowed him to see who it was.
"Wang Yao~!! Up here!!" Russia shouted, waving out the window. He was surprised to see anyone at his house at this time of year, and he let his childishness have the best of him.
"The door is open if you want to come in you know! And I have vodk--" he almost forgot he was challenging himself not to drink. "Hot chocolate! But I have to make it, is it alright?" He was still leaning out the window ignoring the bitter cold, a huge smile on his face.
China shaded his eyes from the bitingly cold snow and looked up. "You'll fall if you lean out any further, Ivan!" he yelled, though he feared his voice would be lost in the blizzard. For one moment, it felt like it had been, a thousand years ago, when none of his siblings were dissatisfied with their life at his house. He missed those times...perhaps that was why he had made the trek to Russia's house. Those times as a great Empire, controlling half the world...perhaps that was why he had always felt a secret kinship to Russia, both of them craving company and power. And both being misunderstood because of their greed. China huddled closer into his coat and started up the stairs to, as the Englishmen say, meet his maker.
Russia laughed at the comment China had said about falling out the window. He almost did once as a child but his sister Ukraine saved him. If he remembered right, it was because Belarus was chasing him again and he forgot they were on the second floor. He shivered at the memory but still smiled. He heard footsteps drawing closer in the hall and knew it was China. An extra strong gust of wind blew his scarf's tails past his face and he realized he still had the window open. He quickly shut it and dusted all the snow off his head. It didn't help much since there were small collectives of snow spread about the room. If he kept the window open longer it would have matched the outside.
China entered the room slowly, moving because his bones ached with cold. It was cold in China as well...why didn't he go somewhere warmer? Like Hong Kong...or Australia...their houses were nice and warm. He entered Russia's room and was surprised at the drifts of snow melting on the carpet. "What were you doing, Ivan, building an igloo?"Inwardly, he winced. He didn't mean to start with the biting comments that had happened when his leader was still Mao Zedong...but he supposed that it couldn't be helped.
"Did I hear something about hot chocolate?" China asked, trying to cover for his slip. "I'll go make it, if you show me where the kitchen is..." and would probably have better luck making food than England would.
Russia looked around as if he didn't notice. "Huh? Oh yeah." He laughed. "General Winter stopped in for a short party," he tried to joke.
He walked over to China and placed a hand on his back as a friendly gesture and gently pushed him ahead. "Here, I'll take you to the kitchen. My place is big so you can easily get lost, da." He said as he pointed down the hall with a smile.
As they were walking through the dark halls, without realizing it, Russia began to hum. It was just one of those moments where you forget all the bad things of the past and feel happy when you have an old friend drop by. Russia chuckled in the middle of his humming when he thought of China as an 'old' friend. After all, this year, January 9th, lands on a Sunday again and when that happens, Russia gets struck with severe depression and his body aches in the memory. China's visit may save him from this dreaded fate, if he can handle the cold that long.
China nearly flinched when Russia placed a hand on his back. They walked in companionable silence down the heavy halls, adorned with old paintings and armor. "It's like Sweden's house..." China murmured to himself, and Russia started to hum. That old song played when they first started trading and stopped fighting. His back muscles tightened. After that was where all the pain started.
The kitchen was a grand affair. It was cold but huge, with neat shelves lined up against the walls and pots and pans hung neatly everywhere. There was even a hearth fire, burning merrily. Momentarily overwhelmed, China leaned into Russia's side, and drank it all in. Humming softly, he went to a cabinet and opened it. The finest Belgian chocolate (and the rest) lay on the top shelf. It was a bit high for him...so he did what he always did at his house, and climbed up on the counter to get a better vantage point to reach for the chocolate.
Russia was taken aback when China leaned against him, but just as soon as he did, he was off rummaging through the cabinets. Watching him struggle to reach the chocolate, Russia decided to help him up. He placed his hands on his waist and pushed him up with ease. He never realized how light China was, even with the heavy coat. "You're so skinny. No wonder you're freezing." Russia chuckled. Remembering how intimidating his presence his, he finally considered how other felt and back away from China. "If you can't reach, you can just ask me. I can reach, da."
Russia looked around for something to occupy himself with, and went through other cabinets. He found his special collection of good vodka and was tempted to pull it out, but decided not to. He let out a heavy sigh. Looking at all the vodka he has and how much he wants to drink it, made him wonder if he was an alcoholic. If he was, he'd gladly place the blame on his younger sister for her constant sexual harassment.
China jumped. Russia was really, really, big...and strong. He grabbed the chocolate and jumped down lightly from the counter. He noticed Russia eying his vodka collection...of course. It was Bloody Sunday. He had forgotten the screams of pain that came from Russia's house, the cries that tore his neighbor's nation apart. "Ivan, hand me that aged vodka, will ya?" China tried to keep his voice light and even. He went to the stove and turned it to high heat, breathing a soft sigh of relief as waves of heat caressed his face. He looked around for a saucepan. His eyes finally lighted on one--above Russia's head. "And the pan above...your head..." for some reason, he felt like blushing.
Russia just stared at the vodka and hearing China's voice snapped him out of his trance. He nodded and pulled out the best one that was there. Did he want to lose his game? If it was for China, maybe. He looked up and pulled down the pan that China talked about with ease. Being tall came in handy a lot, he almost took it for granted.
With the vodka in one hand and the pan in the other hand. China looked like he was about to blush. Or it could just be the cold. "Milyi." Russia muttered to himself with a smile as he headed over to China. He handed him the pan gently. "You really are, Yao." A light went off in Russia's head on what he just let slip out.
"Milyi?" China said slowly..."What--" He shut up and turned around to the stove.
He wasn't all that used to making hot chocolate, but Hong Kong had taught him the basics of it--no harder than brewing good tea. He blinked a little when he saw the milk out on the counter, but realized that it was so cold that a fridge wasn't really needed.
China went through the preparation meticulously, heating the milk and crumbling the chocolate slowly into the milk. He reached for a wooden spoon and some cinnamon. It was soothing, just cooking in the kitchen, no matter where he was... China froze in the middle of stirring. He was at Russia's house, with a vodka bottle in hand, making hot chocolate. It was so absurd he nearly started laughing. "Ni ben dan di, dui ma?" China uncorked the vodka and took a healthy mouthful of vodka...and nearly choked as the fiery liquid raced down his throat.
Russia knew what China was asking but decided not to answer.
The smell of the hot chocolate was surreal. Normally, when he smelled it, Lithuania was making it for Latvia after he had one of his fainting spells. Russia still didn't know why he shook so much and passes out when he gets close. He realized that he actually never had someone make hot chocolate for him. So he just leaned against the counter and rested his chin in his palm and watched China.
He nearly forgot about the milk that he left out. He left it out when he was drinking it instead of vodka. Seeing the hesitation China made in picking it up, he felt embarrassed and a little stupid. He could almost hear Estonia lecturing him on leaving stuff out again. The only one of the Baltics that ever spoke up to him.
He raised an eyebrow at China. "Ni ben huh what?" He realized, he was fluent (or could get by really) in quite a few languages, but not Chinese, his southern neighbor. Then again, he forced the others to speak Russian so he didn't need to be fluent in their languages. He chuckled as China nearly choked on the vodka. "Forgot to warn ya, that's the strong stuff, da. It's been in there for centuries. I've been saving it." Russia spoke with a smile.
"N-nothing" China spluttered over the vodka and the Chinese. "It's just...nothing, aru. Here." China ladled some hot chocolate into a mug and handed it to Russia. He realized he was using Russia's kitchen without his permission, and colored scarlet. Had he been in the Western world so long that he had forgotten common courtesy?"Ah...sorry for using your kitchen..." he muttered, eyes lowered demurely.
To cover up, he grabbed another mug, filled it with hot chocolate and spiked it heavily with vodka. It seemed to warm his bones a little. China sipped cautiously and watched Russia...he still had the pride of a chef. Whatever he made had to be good, the never-ending goal.
Russia set down the mug and continued to stare at China with a smile. His smile grew when China blushed. "It's ok. Toris is the only one who uses it anyway." Russia lightly touched China's chin to turn it towards him. "You know...You can't hide that blush with vodka. They look completely different. I know this, da."
After staring into China's eyes for a moment he let his hand fall down to his mug and lifted to his lips. "Smells good." He whispered to himself more than to anyone. Remembering his little challenge he looked back up at China. "Say, there isn't any vodka in this is there?"
"W-who said I was t-trying to hide, aru? And mine's the only one that's spiked..." China said. The gloved hand on his chin was distracting him. Ticklish, he reminded himself. Merely ticklish.
He took a sip of the chocolate and blinked. There wasn't the harsh taste of vodka in there...the mugs looked the same, so perhaps..."Ivan...did you...swap the mugs?" Too late...it seemed like Russia was hell-bent on drinking the entire mug, half-full of vodka.
Russia looked up from the half empty mug. "Huh? I dunno, it tastes like when I make it...but softer..." He looked down at the mug again for a moment.
"I guess I lost, da." Russia looked around for the clock. "7 hours and uh...21, no 22 minutes." He let out a laugh. "New record." He stood up straight and downed the rest of the hot chocolate. He walked over right next to China and leaned over him to serve himself another glass, taking a swig from the vodka bottle first.
"Lost what?" China sipped his hot chocolate slowly. It was getting colder in the kitchen, now that he had turned off the stove...he grabbed the vodka bottle from Russia and took a swig from it, ignoring the bite of it in his throat. China wiped his chin slowly and continued sipping the hot chocolate.
"Just this game I was playing before you got here. I have to try not to drink vodka. But..."Russia set down his mug, took the vodka bottle from China and spun him around. "You made me lose." He took another swig from the bottle and looked down to China.
"So drink up Yao, or else you'll have to pay." Russia pushed the bottle into China's mouth to force him to drink more. He unconsciously began to utter his chant of "kol kol kol" as he poured the vodka down China's throat.
"W-wait, Ivan..." China coughed on the vodka. "W-wait a sec..." The hand controlling the bottle tipped it deeper into his throat. What could he do but accept the onslaught and continuing foraging forward? The vodka rammed his senses into overdrive. He noticed how cold he was and how inviting Russia's coat was looking...but he couldn't move. Not an inch. "I-Ivan...c-could you stop--" he choked and started coughing again, now nearly drowning in the vodka.
Russia stopped pouring the vodka down China's throat and smiled like an innocent. "Just kidding," and chugged the last of it and tossed the bottle aside. The sound of it shattering echoed through the empty mansion.
He looked down at China again, his face bright from the alcohol. Russia noticed some of the vodka had over spilled China's mouth and dripped down his chin. "So messy. You wasted some of it, Yao." He removed a glove and wiped up the vodka off china's chin with his finger and popped it into his mouth. "It's good stuff to, da?" He cupped China's face with his ungloved hand. "Don't you think, Yao? Vodka is good, da?"
Russia was so tall! China had to crane his head back all the way just to see Russia's face. The echoes of the shattered bottle still rang in his ears. "Yes, vodka is good..." and had to catch himself from saying the next part. "And so are you..." China noticed a little dribble of alcohol, clear against Russia's flushed face. He stood on tiptoes and pulled Russia's face closer to lick the alcohol away, slowly, to savor the moment.
Russia was taken aback by what China did for a moment. But then a large grin grew across his face as he grabbed China and pulled him closer to him. "Tsk tsk, Yao." Russia said tapping his finger on China's lips. "You missed a spot." Russia whispered moving his finger from China's lips to his. "Right here."
"Oh?" China murmured. "Then I shall have make sure I don't miss it, won't I?" He licked Russia's lips teasingly, then sank into a vodka-induced kiss, exchanging breaths.