Little Prince

By SaneXLunatic
Ivan Thinks He's In Love – 2
Thanks to the reviewer for the last chapter! And thanks to the girl from Hong Kong!
P.S. – This chapter is lame. So freakin' lame. Writer's Block suddenly popped up at the worst time like ever.
P.S.S. – If you have ideas, PM me or review, please!

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It was a few days after Yao had come to stay at the castle that Ivan found he had a panda. Jie-Jie wasn't a very large panda; he could fit into the little bamboo basket Yao carried around, and would often be found there.

Right now, Ivan was bored out of his mind. He had no school at the moment, since he'd just finished his spelling, and, being a prince, didn't have to do any work.
So he decided to go and find (pester) Yao. The raven-haired man would be found in the garden on days like this, writing poetry, singing, doing laundry, playing with Jie-Jie; anything.

Of course, there were servants and maids that could do said laundry, but he insisted doing it himself. Today, it happened he was doing laundry while singing, blowing bubbles at Jie-Jie and including some of his poetry in the song.

"Jao! Privjet, Jao!" Ivan ran through the willow trees, arms akimbo and all smiles. Yao turned, smiling also, and beckoned for the prince to sit beside him. "Ah, nihao, Yīwán, aru." The prince sat down eagerly. "Can I watch you?"

Yao nodded and wiped some suds off his cheek. "Of course you can aru! I was just getting a little lonely; Jie-Jie is company, but he's not human aru." "Well, I can be your human company!"

Ivan giggled and leaned on Yao's shoulder, and the tutor patted him fondly. "Tell me about your country, Jao?" The raven looked thoughtfully at the sheet he was washing. "Well, what do you want to hear about it, aru?" Ivan began to knot someof the loose threads on Yao's jacket together.

"Your favorite things about China." Yao smiled slightly, and nodded slowly. "Well, the weather is nice, but it's not my favorite, so I can't tell you anything about that, really. The scenery is beautiful; I'm going to take you with me to China one day aru. I'm sure you'll like it!" Ivan blushed slightly.

If I'm with you I'll like it. He said to himself, but the only thing that he really got was a redder face. Yao glanced at him, turned back to his laundry, then back to Ivan with slight alarm in his chocolate brown eyes. "Ivan, is something wrong aru? Your face is red…. Maybe you have a fever aru?" He quickly dried his hands and felt the boy's forehead.

"Nyet, nyet, Jao, it's not that, I was just thinking about something." Yao sighed, relieved, and began to dry the laundry. "What were you thinking about aru? Was it a girl?" He laughed, and Ivan shook his head furiously. "Nyet! Not a girl. He is very dear to me, though." It's you, it's you! I can't tell you who it is. But it's you.

Yao laughed again and patted silver locks. "Shi, shi, whatever you say aru. Now, will you help me with these, please?"

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"Goodnight, Katyusha, sleep well." Ivan quickly hugged his sister goodnight, delighting in the feel of warm arms around him. Still, it's nothing like when Yao hugs me. "Goodnight, Ivan, you sleep well too."

She let go, and he waved as he padded off to his room. I should say goodnight to Yao. He thought, and paused at the closed door of his tutor's room. Soft humming floated out from the crack underneath said door, and Ivan wondered if he really should.

What if Yao was getting dressed, or wished to be left alone? Well, he was a prince, right? Yao wouldn't dare do anything to anger him. Then again, Ivan had seen Yao snap back at one of the Scandinavian kings, and he was really scary. The albino prince sighed and decided maybe next time he'd go say goodnight.

He turned away and headed in the direction of his room. Ivan, even though he was already twelve, hated sleeping alone. It felt lonely, and sometimes he had nightmares. With a resigned sigh, he hopped into his bed and pulled the covers tight about him.

It was one of the nights he felt like he was going to have a nightmare. Ivan shuddered and tried to think of something – anything but the past nightmares he'd had. They were all bloody and had to something to do with deaths of people he loved.

He sighed and closed his eyes, thinking of Yao, of his smile, his eyes, the way his eyes lit up when Ivan brought Jie-Jie from his hiding place under the table. "No, no, no, no, no!" Ivan hissed to himself, shaking his head furiously. I think I'm in love. But that can't be; Yao is a man, and much older than me. This is too confusing.

He frowned and covered his head with his pillow, but resurfaced after finding his oxygen was nearly cut off under there. If I am in love…. Should I tell him? What'll he say? He'll most probably ask to leave.

Ivan's eyes flew open, and he shook his head again. I can't let that happen; I've lost too many people already! Even Katyusha is kind of afraid of me. He sighed and closed his eyes again. His head was beginning to hurt. Ivan wasn't used to thinking this much.

I should go to sleep… I'll think about it tomorrow. He sighed and turned his back to the door, yawned, and promptly fell asleep.

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A/N: Okay, that's the end of this chapter, because W'sB popped up and is hurting me right now.
Gott. But anyway, tell me:
Was everyone IC?
Did I describe things alright?
English is my mother tongue but it's kind of confusing to me sometimes.
Eh… whatever.
Anyway, please review and tell me how I did!