Yao is a strong, independent country with four thousand years of history. If anyone was falling in love, it would be the other person. Yao did not need to be in love with anyone, he has lasted how long without anyone else? Thousands of years. Yet, here he is in love with Ivan.
Ivan Braginsky is still the tallest person Yao has ever met, towering over him at nearly six feet. He fairs on the larger size of the scales, Yao can tell these things just by looking at him. Ivan always wore his tan coat with his pin and wore that long, heavy military coat indoors despite it being warm in China. He work brown gloves and a tan scarf indoors as well. His thick green pants were as far from practical in the climate. He wore heavy wool lined brown boots made such a racket on his floor you could always hear him coming. Like an impending storm. He has worn all theses heavy garments and yet has not complained once that he is hot. He has such a low tolerance for the cold.
Ivan's body and manner is terrifying to the core, but his face tells a different story. Yao has not yet seen the country stop smiling for more than a minute. Ivan's skin is extremely pale, like ancient white rice powder or a china doll. His face is round and childish from the soft cheeks with a pale rosy tint. Ivan's a natural ashen blonde, that looks like snow in the light. His hair has a bit of wave to it, but most without hawk eyes like Yao would not notice. His bangs fall over on the left side of his face and do not obscure anything. What made the biggest impression was his eyes and nose. Ivan has a large and prominent nose, which made Yao's look tiny in comparison. Ivan also posses violet eyes, which Yao had never seen in a person before that day. His eyes look like amethysts in the sunlight, ethereal in nature.
Yao fell in love as quick as a flash of lightning. Their instant attraction was evident to everyone, but especially to Yao, who was the one who instigated the relationship in the first place. He wasn't going to waste time waiting for the perfect moment, he made if perfect and confessed his feelings clearly and without doubt. Yao may have been intimidated, blushing and shaking like a leaf, but he had said just the right things because Ivan said yes. Just as quickly as Yao put it all together, the two were officially a thing. They were always the odd couple: Ivan was everything Yao wasn't. Ivan was a tall, pale, blonde, with childish tendency with purple eyes and a taste for vodka. Yao was a not that pale, short, black haired boy with thousands of year of maturity with yellow eyes and a taste for fine cuisine. The two didn't quite fit together, but they did in more ways than they thought. The pair was quite alone and isolated in their childhoods and had many cracks, both mental and physical that brought back painful memories. Ivan needed discipline and Yao needed someone to take care of. In the end of it all, they complimented each other perfectly. They weren't lonely when they were together, and it's something few countries will understand, if any.
When Ivan passes off the news that his boss is allowing him to stay at Yao's house, the couple is ecstatic. Yao says Ivan can stay in his room, since they have been together for years. After all, Yao's house is quite on the spacious side and needs a new occupant. Now the pair can stay together for more than just official business and meet ups afterward. They can live together in harmony, just like yin and yang. It will be nice for Yao to cook for more than just himself and wake up with someone by his side instead of being alone.
When Yao hears a knock at the door while having afternoon tea on his living room table this fateful day he knows it can only be his Ivan. He isn't expecting anyone else. Yao gets up from the floor and dusts off his red robe with gold decorations, wearing black pants and fine slippers. He tightens his ponytail holding back his ink black hair except for some strands that are not quite long enough. This is the first time in a long time the two would be cohabiting and Yao wants to look nice for Ivan. They are a couple after all, no matter how strange they may be.
He walks to the door of his home and opens it wide. It is a long trip from Russia to China but it is worth it seeing his face again. Ivan is here, with his ashen blonde hair, violet eyes that Yao could look in forever. Ivan isn't dressed up, just wearing that same old tan scarf, tan long coat and green pants with wool lined boots that he usually is seen in. Ivan is grinning ear to ear and without missing a beat picks up his smaller lover and holds him closely in his arms.
"I missed you so much, Yao-Yao! I am so happy we can be united again!" Ivan just about squeezes the life out of Yao before he returns the hug to his tall lover.
"I missed you too, Ivan." Yao says, disregarding how embarrassing it is to be picked up like a child by your lover. Ivan means well in the gesture though.
Yao wraps his arms around his scarf covered neck and kisses him on the lips, per the usual greeting. Their lips part futher as their mouths lock together, Yao holding on tightly to the Russian Oh, how they miss each other. Yao kisses away the bitterness of his mouth from the vodka while Ivan enjoys the sweet nectar taste of Yao's. They both come up for air and Ivan lets Yao back on the ground.
"Come in Ivan, you must be tired from you trip. I know it is a bit of a trek to come here." Yao says while motioning him to enter.
Ivan comes inside the house, bags in tow excited to be back yet again to be within these walls. "Thank you, I am just happy to be with you again Yao-Yao."
"Do you still remember where our room is?" Yao asks.
"First door on the left." Ivan doesn't forget important things like this.
"Ivan, you can just place your bags on the bed for now, I want you to join me for tea."
"Alright!" Ivan goes down a hallway passing Yao's tea table in the living room to their bedroom.
Ivan opens the door to Yao and Ivan's now collective room. It is the master bedroom, so it is large and spacious. There is a bed large enough for two, A wardrobe of Yao's elaborate to simple clothing, stuffed animals carefully arranged on a shelf, a computer fit for Yao's overuse of the internet, a vanity which Yao will never admit to possessing and several other empty pieces of bamboo furniture that will once again be occupied with Ivan's belongings. The entire room was red, everything from a pretty silk screen to the walls and the bed sheets. Ivan's lover has a passion for obtaining good fortune. His room is arranged according to an ancient Chinese method that Ivan forgets the name of, right down to candles and other kick-nacks. He walks into the large room, which even had it's own bathroom and places his bags onto the bed as Yao instructs. The Russian happily sighs as he closes the door and walks down the hallway back to the tea table in the living room where Yao is. There is another cup on the opposite side of him just for Ivan.
Ivan kneels on his legs to sit down at the short tea table across from Yao. Yao is enjoying his tea with fond memories.
"Ivan, it feels like just yesterday you were here." Yao smiles. "It is so nice to have you back in this house with me." His honey eyes meet Ivan's amethyst eyes.
Ivan holds the warm cup of tea in both his gloved hands. "It's nice to be back, Yao-Yao."
"I've been preparing for a traditional Chinese dinner for us tonight. If you don't mind me cooking this time."
"No, not at all. I've missed your cooking as well Yao-Yao! You are so talented at it." Ivan says.
Yao waves it off, "I try my best."
"Yao-Yao?"
"Yes?"
"I love you." Ivan smiles
"I love you too, Ivan." Yao smiles back.
Just before Dinner, while Ivan is putting away his packed bags, Yao begins working in his true domain: the kitchen. Cooking is his passion, creating traditional Chinese foods made at their very best. With a variety of flavors and textures with a variety of ingredients, Yao can't help but hum in happiness while cooking fine cuisine for Ivan and himself. It is a small kitchen but Yao never lets anyone else in the kitchen while he is cooking. Just a wok and a spoon among few other tools, he begins to work his magic over a hot stove. Yao is cooking up everything from rice and noodles dishes, to soups and dumplings along side steamed buns.
Yao always overdid it in the kitchen, but variety of food is important in the diet. The end result is usually enough to feed a small army for several days. It is not just him eating around here anymore though. Besides, it's a celebration of having Ivan back, they should enjoy themselves. Yao places the china in preparation for two at the dinning room table with chopsticks and a cup with green tea with a bowl of plain white rice. Alongside it is various dishes from all parts of his grand country. It is perfect. Now all it needs is guests.
"Ivan! Dinner is ready!" Yao announces. Everything is right on schedule.
The sounds of heavy military boots come into the dining room as Ivan walks in. His eyes go wide at the amount of dishes on the table, but then again Yao is used to feeding more than one mouth. There is something of everything to please every pallet, and that's just the way Yao did things. Ivan thinks it's amazing having someone such as his love Yao to cook for him as well.
"This is amazing Yao-Yao! It all looks so good." Ivan compliments, pulling up his chair at the table.
"Now you should eat, it's been a long day. What, with you traveling all the way from Russia." Yao says beginning to pick food out of different dishes with his chopsticks through skill and grace.
Ivan still thinks it is a strange practice, but apparently that is how you are suppose to eat this type of food. Ivan mimics Yao and picks out various dishes, something old, something new and exciting. He places larger portions on his plate compared to Yao.
Yao knows for a fact that the large country eats more in one sitting than he can in two days. Ivan is a larger country, and could certainly work off the calories, what with all the hard labor in Russia. Variety is the cornerstone of Chinese cuisine, after all the variety is good for your health and vitality. Almost every dish had some sort of vegetable inside of it anyhow. After a while, Yao stops eating, leaving a small portion of food and resting his chopsticks down.
Ivan feels a twinge of guilt eating all this wonderful food while his lover just sits there. Little did he know, he finishes everything on the table, leaving no morsel. He places his chopsticks on the table. Yao, trying to be a good host, gets more of his food for Ivan. Once he comes back out of the kitchen yet again, the table is back to the state of being filled with various all look fantastic, after all they were made by hand for him and his lover.
Ivan continues eating little bites of the great food Yao has made despite wanting to stop eating. How many dishes has he polished off? Ten? Maybe more? How is he still hungry? He looks across the table over to Yao, who seems content on just drinking some green tea. Ivan's face feels hot. It is more than a bit embarrassing to have such an appetite compared to the person you're dining with, especially when that happens to be your lover as well. It is too hard to say no when his food is right in front of you.
"I must be hungry from the trip." Ivan tries to explain.
"I assumed so. It's fine Ivan, really." Yao waves him off. "Eat until you are full."
The Russian is back to picking out various parts of dishes, trying to taste a bit of everything. It's healthy right? He almost eats every morsel until about a third of the way through. He places his chopsticks down for the second time. Until is stomach growls.
Yao is giving him the glare. "Ivan, it's alright. Continue." He motions for him to keep eating.
Ivan sighs slightly , and picks up his utensils again. He finishes off another round of dishes on to find them quickly replaced. Ivan really has no idea what's going on so he just keeps eating. Yao isn't glaring anymore. Ivan keeps going until about a fourth of the way, where he leaves some on his plate and puts down the sticks. Yao know this means he is full, and begins taking things away to be stored, while Ivan trails close behind with some dishes from the table he has gone through.
"Can I help in anyway?" Ivan asks putting the piled up dishes next to the sink. Yao is busy putting away the rest of the helpings of cuisine in the fridge.
"Feel free to do the dishes if you'd like. Just don't stress yourself." Yao says.
Ivan looks as the amount of dishes he should clean and feels a harder twinge of guilt. He is the one who ate it all so he should clean them up. Ivan takes off his warm gloves and starts washing the china off with sudsy water. Eventually, Yao joins him to help once everything has been put away.
In a warm silence they pair finishes up the dishes. The Russian puts on his gloves back on and Yao wipes his hands off on a towel near the kitchen sink.
"I've got to clean the kitchen, Ivan feel free to do whatever you would like." Yao smiles staring up a basin of soapy water again to clean off some of the mess he made while cooking.
"I think I'll take a nap, wake me when you're done." Ivan feels the fatigue from the trip here.
"Alright, love you."
"Love you." Ivan leaves the kitchen and walks with his heavy boots to their bedroom in the hallway on the left.
He opens the door and goes over to the bed, kicking off his heavy boots. Ivan feels a bit sad that has eaten all that food and yet Yao did not, however he is a bigger country after all. He yawns. The trip to China is long and not very fun. Ivan puts his heavy coat on top of his dresser and walks back to the bed to snuggle into the silk sheets. The red sheets smell faintly of Yao, a sweet sent of flowers. Ivan drifts off in no time at all.
"...Ivan" a voice said. Ivan recognizes the voice immediately. It is Yao.
Ivan sits up in the red silk covered bed to Yao's attention to find his lover sitting on the side of the bed, looking back at Ivan's violet eyes
"Did you have a good nap?" Yao asks looking fondly at his lover.
"Yes." Ivan says, he cannot help but let out a small yawn. Yao smiles at how cute Ivan is like this.
"Good. I'm glad that you're satif-"
There is a small growl coming from his stomach.
"Ivan? Are you still hungry?" Yao asks.
"Maybe a little bit." Ivan says shyly. "But there's no need to-" He protests.
Yao places his hand over Ivan's mouth swiftly. "I will have something ready in a moment."
He takes his hand off of Ivan's mouth, getting off the side of the bed walking towards the door, leaving the bedroom. Ivan springs our of bed and runs out the door of their bedroom into the hallway, trailing behind Yao.
"Yao, this isn't necessary, I'm fine really." Ivan down plays his hunger.
"Ivan, it's nothing to be ashamed about honestly." Yao says, "Besides, it's important to me that you are taken care of properly."
Ivan is flattered, but he continues to protest the gesture.
"To be honest, I don't know what's wrong with me. I usually don't eat this much! Maybe I'm possessed!" Ivan has never eaten this much in one day in his entire lifetime. It is a strange occurrence.
"You're just a larger country than I am Ivan. You obviously need the calories." Says Yao. Not in a mocking way, but in a wise manner.
Yao turns around and Ivan stops dead in his tracks. "Ivan," Yao says putting his small hands on Ivan's chest. "I love you. I care about your well being. If I did not care I wouldn't do all this."
Ivan still has trouble understanding love to it's full extent, as his heart has be broken many times before, but he does believe Yao's kind words and tender touch. It would be silly for him to go to all this trouble about this if he did not care. It has to be because he is in love with Ivan. Despite his apparent flaws.
Yao continues walking down the hallway back to the kitchen while Ivan follows, sitting in his chair once again as he reaches the dining room. He can hear Yao working in the kitchen.
"What is wrong with you?" He angrily whispers to his stomach. "I am trying to not be a problem."
Yao carries to the table interesting dishes this time around, some looking like little tarts while others are jiggly blocks of something that Ivan is unfamiliar with. Yao also gives Ivan a small cup of green tea. Instead of chopsticks, Ivan receives a spoon and a small bowl.
"I thought you might like some dessert." Yao says smiling before sipping his tea. He usually holds the bottom of the cup with his other hand. He is elegant in every little thing he does.
Ivan realizes as he is eating these strange jiggly blocks that they are various jellies, except for one which is coconut. He enjoys the coconut ones. Yao says is a form of a custard. Yao himself has a small little tart while Ivan has some egg custard. It isn't that sweet, but it is dense. This must silence the savage beast he calls his stomach. Going through most of the various sweets, and all of his green tea, Ivan left a bit left. If Yao is not convinced.
"Are you positive about that, Ivan?" Yao questions.
"Yes, I am satisfied." Ivan says smiling eye closed.
"Are you one hundred percent sure?" His lover pushes more coconut puddings toward him. Ivan does love those little things.
"Well...Maybe just one more." Ivan says unsure.
Ivan means it. But, Yao keeps encouraging him to eat more, so who is he to say no? One pudding became around three, by the time Ivan puts down his spoon. He pushes the bowl away from his spot at the table. Yao waits for a growl, but nothing comes.
Yao walks over to Ivan and runs a small hand through his ashen blonde hair, tracing the slight wave in it. Yao's honey eyes gaze downward. "I love you Ivan." He says softly.
Yao then takes most of the dishes back into the kitchen, while Ivan gathers up the rest and follows behind him. Yao takes the dishes from Ivan despite his protests.
"It's just a couple of dishes Ivan, I can handle it." Yao says.
Ivan turns around and begins walking to the bedroom. He goes down the hall into their room and sits on top of the now messy red silk covered bed.
"What are you? A bottomless pit?" He asks his stomach. It only makes gurgles back and Ivan sighs flopping back onto the red bed. Is he cursed? He must be.
The food is great, he has to admit. Much better than back home. Yao can cook better than Ivan can. He can get used to this feeling of happiness within him. After all, if it is made by hand, it is made with love. Just like his scarf. He snuggles his face into the warm scarf round his neck. It makes him feel warm and loved. Just like Yao's soft traces through his hair. He has trouble understanding, but he has no trouble feeling love. Yao expresses his love through his cooking, and Ivan happily obliged. He does love Yao more than he can express in any language. Even though he nags, commands, forces, and is downright picky about things. Everyone has their faults, Ivan would know.
Yao peeks into the slightly darker room to see if Ivan is sleeping. He is not so he proceeds to lay next to him on the bed. They turn so their faces meet. Yao runs his small hand down the side of Ivan's cheek with the back of his hand. Ivan takes the band out of Yao's hair letting his ink black hair spread across the silk of the bed. Ivan took off his gloves and ran his fingers through the dark tresses. Those honey eyes met the shining amethyst of Ivan's eyes.
"This is what I miss the most, Ivan." Yao says at barley a whisper.
"I know, my little sunflower, I miss it too." Ivan says
Yao slowly moves from laying down to sitting on the side of the bed striping off his red shirt pulling it of his head in a single motion. There is a large scar across his thin back. He lets the shirt fall to the floor while Ivan watches the whole time.
"Like what you see?" He asks in a seductive tone.
Ivan blushes hard. "More than anything."
"What are we waiting for then?" Yao asks.
Ivan sits up on the bed and Yao comes closer to Ivan until he can hold his lover in his arms. Yao gently parts Ivan's lips with his tongue, pulling him closer by grabbing onto his scarf and forcing Ivan's body closer to his. Ivan keeps running his hands through Yao's long and beautiful ink black hair gently pushing his head toward his. Their hands kept touching each other in various places, exploring territories previously unknown until the pair were out of breath.
Yao took both of his hands and forces the younger nation to lock eyes with him. Honey meets amethyst.
"I love you, no matter what happens Ivan, I will always love you. Don't you forget that." Yao says in a serious yet gentle tone, running a hand through his ashen waves.
"I love you too, my little sunflower." Ivan says squeezing Yao's other hand tightly in his. "I will not forget. I promise."
Ivan lays back on the red silk of the bed. Yao leans over Ivan and they lock into a loving embrace. They kiss, exploring their mouths which the couple had so much missed. They are reunited once again, body and souls and they explored their bodies with gentle touches. Yao takes Ivan's undershirt and practically rips it off in need of Ivan's flesh against his. They to their fullest extent touch and caress with such intensity until they pant for breath. Desire controls them, going at each other until they can no longer stand the other lover's mere touch.
Once they both have had their fill of each other they lay down, holding hands. Both lovers need a moment to catch their breath again. Ivan is the first to speak, he rolls over on his side and Yao does on the opposite side so they meet face to face. Ivan runs his fingers through his dark tresses again.
"You, my little sunflower, must also remember that I will always love you no matter what the circumstances. Promise me this." Ivan says.
Yao holds Ivan's hand that is on the side of his face now. "I will never forget, I promise on my honor Ivan."
"Good night Ivan." Yao kisses him on the lips.
"Good night Yao-Yao." Ivan yawns.
The last thing Ivan sees before falling sound asleep is the the sweet face of his beloved.
Welcome dear readers! Odd Fangirl here with my first ever (but rewritten) Weight Gain fanfiction! No weight gain yet, you'll have to be patient for the next chapter for details on that.
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-Weight will be described not through numbers but words. No numbers. None.
-There is a plot, and there is conflict throughout. This is fiction first, weight gain fanfiction second.
-If you notice anything OCC or lacking in personality as far as characters go, please say something.
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