ni hao
He isn't imagining stuff, someone yanks him and someone pulls him out of the crowd and into another one, dashes in the most unlikely way to the next corner (a block away), and all the while Ivan has been (foolishly?) looking behind him, are they following him? He's never dodged people on the streets so deftly. Proof that he could learn…
He finds himself resting against the filthy grey wall of a narrow alleyway, the kind of places you certainly should not be when you're on your own, and catches his breath… again. The familiar stranger looks at him, rather amused. Ivan recognizes him mostly because he's wearing red.
The tall man lifts an eyebrow-
-to his utter disconcert, the stranger laughs.
"The heck is wrong with them? But never worry, comrade. We lost them."
Ivan's face lights up at that word. Comrade. "Am I so evident?"
The stranger shrugs, good-naturedly. "In all cases, that's good for you."
"All cases… but this one, yes," the tall man points out sourly.
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你好
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Yao assesses him. Tall, strong; a thick, marked accent. A foreigner just like himself, and he knows the type. There were too those kinds of guys back home in China. Idealists, perhaps not silly, but very influentiable. And, very, very compromised.
"I didn't know they're still after… activists."
He is flashed a weary smile. "Makes the need for change deeper, don't you think?"
"I don't know about change," Yao says darkly, and says no more. A pain in his stomach reminds him of his hunger, and how there's still a lot of walk to get home. He easily dons his red jacket, turns it inside out, folds it, tucks it under his arm; lets his hair loose. In two seconds, he's another person; what with his white sweatshirt and boyish air.
Ivan thinks he's proved a point without even raising it.
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你好
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The arches welcome them into a different kind of cityscape;
making the urban more sparkling and mystic. A huge stone dragon painted to look like jade welcomes them with eyes that could tell thousands of stories;
Yao smiles. He isn't particularly upset about having become part of an anti-subversion operative, in fact, he's rather thrilled. He has been bored. He has been lingering in his memories too much and that can never do him good.
Maybe he's about to wake up.
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你好
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…and when I wake up, I can't be beaten, aru.
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你好
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The man standing beside him is younger than Yao is- for all that he is taller and more imposing, he's reckless and raw and quick to act; and quick to accept the Chinese man's offer to lunch, even if they're urban strangers.
Quick to hope, or so Yao assesses, that there is still some good left in this world that withers.
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A/N Sorry for the late update. My muses demanded a payrise and I was all broke, honest.
Apparently this story writes itself whenever I fail at studying Criminal Law. So forgive me :)
Charming!emo!Russia is the best. It pisses me up royally that he's the bad guy in every . single . hetalia . story. And don't get me started on manly!wise!China =D
Also! In case you want to leave now, this isn't written as yaoi. Sorry if I disappoint you. I still believe in friendship and comradery (pun pun pun hahaha), they're out there somewhere.
