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1st chapter was so short, I tried to make this one longer but it never happed, I hope the length of these chapters are okay ^^;
Ithink this chapter got a bit fluffly? honestly, I think all I can write is fluff xD
Chapter 2
Russia watched patiently as China's weak body clumsily strode through the thickening snow, walking closer to where Russia's large home was.
China's figure became clear and Russia was able to see the features of the man more closely. Russia leaned in closer to the window putting one of his gloved hands onto the slightly foggy glass of the window to wipe away frosty condensation that blocked his view. The sight was saddening, as the Chinese man limped closer, the bangs of his hair stuck to his cheeks, his face tired and gasping. Russia had showed no emotion on his face. He simply watched and waited for the weak man to appear in front of him.
Russia had no idea what love was, or how the emotion was supposed to feel like, but he couldn't always ignore the tingling feeling of happiness whenever he had seen China, he reminded him of the sunflowers that he liked to keep. Closing his eyes he lightly chuckled to himself.
China felt is legs tremble making it hard to walk straight, the snow crept its way up to his knees and he wasn't sure how much longer he would be able to keep walking. The only hope that kept him moving was the blurry image of a large house that he held in his sight. His heavy breathing echoed in his ears.
Why...me?
His mind thought he was crying but his face was so numb from cold that he was unable to feel tears, although they froze before even falling.
The mansion like building began to grow bigger in China's sight as he staggered closer. He held his frozen hand out as though he was close enough to touch the building.
Is it real? I'm not imagining this, am I?
China felt the stone of the steps that led to the house under his stinging feet, but as he tried to lift his leg to reach another step he felt his knees trembling. He reached the second step, as he did the large door swung open revealing a tall man wearing a heavy looking scarf and coat, sandy blond hair and piercing violet eyes.
"Iv…Iv-an…?" China stuttered through the freezing air that trapped him, but his words became more as an unheard whisper, he suddenly felt overwhelmed with a lightheaded nauseous feeling before his vision completely drained to blackness and his legs gave away, collapsing heavily onto the snow covered steps.
Russia watched as China collapsed into the frosty snow. He wasted no time in lifting the small man's body from the ground with ease, into a bridal style, lightly using a finger to move the wet hair that covered his face, then taking him into the confinements of his home.
Carrying China through his home and into the sitting room where he once waited, he placed China's cold body onto the three seated sofa that he sat in before.
He lit the unused fire place in an attempt to warm the smaller ones body and sat on the chair opposite which faced China. For several minutes he watched China's unmoving body, his figure looking elegant even in such conditions.
Russia felt that tingle in his stomach that he decided he quite liked feeling of while he gazed at China's fragile form, since he hadn't slept in days he felt happy enough to watch over China all night.
He suddenly noticed the older man's body shiver, and realized that his clothes were soaked through.
Yao will be ill if he stays in wet clothes…
Russia stood up from where he was seated and kneeled down where China was lying; hesitantly he began to remove China's clothing, gently lifting his body to peel the damp clothing from his body, he then removed his pants and lightly tugged the hair band from his hair, letting it unfold onto the fabric of the chair.
Standing up with clothes in hand, he laid them out near the fire, for a moment he gazed down at China's naked body; he was taken in by his perfect body and clear beautiful skin. Russia's heart beat faster for a second then slowed again.
Ah, what's that?...that feeling again… what could it be?
While gazing, Russia realised China's body shivering again, without hesitation he removed his own large coat from his body and placed it over the trembling man.
He picked up the vodka bottle he once had before China had come, and returned back to his seat opposite the sleeping man, that feeling of contentment in his stomach never really going away.
Hmm…I wonder when my heart will stop beating so fast.
Night had fallen, and the blizzard only fell heavier outside, so much that it was impossible to see out anymore. The only light in the room was that from the fire place, illuminating the room with an orange glow and casting light onto China's angelic like facial features.
China was sill sleeping, breathing lightly, more comfortable under Russia's coat, his hair now dry and little parts had curled around his face and cascaded down his neck.
Russia had yet taken his gaze away from the man; he was completely intrigued why this person could make him feel this way.
He's actually… beautiful.
Russia lifted the Vodka bottle to his lips only to find that it was empty.
How long has it been?
He hadn't been able to sleep recently, because of this there had been a lot of time think, but now that China was sleeping in front of him, time seemed to go much quicker as his eyes watched over at him. He observed as his coat that covered China's body gently and slowly rose up and down with his breathing and the little movements of his face when he was deep in sleep.
Cute…
Russia kneeled down where China laid, gazing at his face closer, he removed the glove from his hand, and interested in how soft China's hair would feel he entangled his fingers in his dark locks, it felt extremely soft and light considering how wet and damaged it looked before, Russia wondered how it would feel to nuzzle his hair, though the feeling was discarded, slowly he moved his hand so his palm would rest on his cheek.
Again Russia felt strangely satisfied while feeling the man's velvet like skin.
Ah…he's still cold? Vodka always warms me up…hmm. No. Vodka doesn't suit Yao…maybe…hot chocolate.
Russia left China's side, for the kitchen, to make him a hot drink. The thought of looking after China had made him suddenly feel warm inside.
Oh… what am I to do when he wakes up?
Why so short! D:
Any way thank you so much to anybody who read this, and a massive virtual hug to the reviewers! c:
Oh and any ideas on what you would like to happen next will be a big insperation and a huge help ^_^
