The red was a beautiful shade to stand for something so dirty. And the water falling did nothing to change its beauty.
Ivan watched as a thick stream of red ran down the arm of his lover. He had to admit China looked fantastic covered in the deep red, it was just such a sullied meaning. But standing there watching as the red substance covered his lovers body was not enough. Ivan circled his arms around China as he buried his nose in his shoulder and hair, getting the red on his cheek.
"Russia…." China said weakly as he looked at Ivan through half closed eyes.
"Can we not talk? I don't want to talk." Ivan begged as he held onto him tighter. The drizzle falling on them was getting colder but he didn't care. The rich smell of red and Yao was over powering the chill that touched Ivan's bones.
Yao touched the side of Ivan's face as his eyes closed and a smile barely touched his lips. The thick substance covered his arms and chest, creating a sticky look and touch to his skin. Ivan ran one hand down his chest thinning out the thick layer of red and covering most of his hand in the essence on his lovers body.
"Yao…" This red…It was a color he had seen often, usually when it was flowing from his enemies, over hundreds of years. But now…Now it was all over his lover. His China. His Yao-Yao.
"Yao, can….Can you use this soap for now on?" Ivan asked as he washed the last of the red shower gel from his small lovers body.
China opened his eyes and looked up at taller lover. "Sure. Why?" Ivan had never said anything about his past soaps or oils.
Russia sighed as he turned off the shower tab and leaned his head back on Yao's shoulder. "I…like the smell…..And red is my favorite color." he said smiling as he nuzzled his cheek to China's shoulder.