This is a request, and it is China and Liechtenstein (Eva), so thank you to the requester, and here it is!
Yao had moved to America from China when he was a child. At ten years old, his father had been injured in a factory acendent, something quite common in a nation that put the economy above safety, and his mother had died when he was an infant. His Uncle invited them to come stay with him in a land that had more opportunity, and so the son of an injured factory worker managed to get into a good college only on his intelligence. Not that he was one of those people who thought that the only thing that mattered was school, no he realized that there was more to life, he just loved the opportunity he had been given.
In middle school, he had become friends with a boy named Vash, who's grandparents were Swiss. He had an adopted baby sister named Eva, well, he called her his baby sister. She was only two years younger than him. Through high school, he had focused more on school, and never really had a girlfriend, though that one creepy guy followed him into the gym locker room sometimes, even though he never dressed out. His name was Ivan, and he refused to take off his scarf. He did however develop a crush on his best friends quite, shy, and wonderful little sister.
Now he was twenty, and she was a freshman at the same school he attended, in the tech department, where he was in the law part of the campus. They were right next to each other, and this made him quite happy. She still lived with her brother, an Olympic archer and shooter. basicly, if it could kill stuff at long range, Vash was a master. It just so happened that he had to head to the summer Olympics in London, leaving his newly adult sister at home by herself. He had planned to ask her to the going away dance the college had, but that wouldn't work. Her brother was far to protective and didn't let her leave the house, except for groceries, when he was out of town. This was very out of town, and he had almost not gone, until he had promised his blonde friend that he wouldn't allow anything to happen to the innocent young woman.
"Hey, Eva." He said, arriving at her and Vash's house right outside the campus, so that Vash could get to her easily should something happen, to see the brother off.
"I'm serious, Yao. If anything happens to my sister I'll never shoot again, except at the one who hurts her, understand?" He stressed by shaking his performing gun. The Chinese man nodded, scared even though he had never actually been on the opposite end of the other man's anger.
"Nothing will happen. She's safe with me." He only trusted Yao because of their age-old bond, and even then he was cautious.
"I know, She's just so naive sometimes. Stay with her, and don't let her talk to strangers, or wild animals." He said before heading out, looking back about fifty times.
"Big brother thinks I'm still a kid." She said, smiling at him.
"Well, I suppose that's better than the other way around. Being treated like an adult before you are one."
"I know. I love that he's so protective, it just bugs me sometimes that he works so hard and then I don't do anything."
"You're doing one of the most rigorous tech courses in the world, I think you put in enough work, Eva." He said, and reached into his bag. He had a ton of DVD s, every season of Meerkat Manor ever aired, as well as any documentary about pandas he could find. Yes, they both shared a love of cute things, even though Yao thought that Vash's drawings sucked. It may have been because he was friends with Feliciano, the best artist in their high school He was so good that they let him teach AP art as a junior, when it was a senior class.
"Yay! I was hoping you would bring those." She clapped her hands together, even her exclamations quite.
"I also brought Shinatty-chan!" He said, a gift from the kid he help in the big brother program. A Japanese immigrant, the little boy, Kiku, was simply adorable, and it was quickly decided that he would be the best mentor. It was a stuffed cat, originally with no mouth, but his father had thought it weird and drew on on it anyway. He had pouted for weeks, and his father had called him a sissy for caring about things that were so girly. It was often a subject of debate amongst his father and himself, as their uncle had turned out to be gay, and his father thought that Yao may have been picking up these habits. He argued that gayness wasn't contagious, and he just happened to have an appreciation for cute things.
"I love that little cat! You think I could get one, too?" she asked, smiling up at him with her sea foam eyes sparkling. His tan skin blushed, and he nodded.
"I'm sure at the very least I could find you one on the internet." He said, and she smiled brighter.
"Let's go look right now. Unless you'd rather do something else." she stopped realizing that she was being pushy. He could think of several things he wanted to do, but he didn't think she, nor her brother, would approve.
"Sure." He said instead, following her to the computer room. It was a small bedroom that she had converted into a techy's sanctuary. It was covered in expensive looking electronics, from monitors to hundreds of wires. He didn't want to go near it, not knowing how to work any of it properly. He and technology had never gotten along, with him constantly breaking anything past basic computers that he tried to use. He still had a flip phone, because he didn't want to spend money on an i-phone only to break it, and his laptop still ran on office 2000 because he didn't want to have to learn how to use a new one.
She turned on what he assumed was just a regular computer, but with so many flashing lights, he wasn't sure if any of them were close to normal. He felt like he was in a Star-Trek episode, and he was the primitive species that still hunted with pointy sticks for a living. The screen came up on E-bay, and she did find a stuffed cat nearly identical to his, only with the mouth still missing. He put in his debit card number, and she was happier than he had ever seen her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and thanked him. He blushed and, then walked away.
They watched the movies he had brought about a hundred times in the time her brother was away. School had ended, and now they were home all day. He stayed with her because his friend was worried about her if a bugler were to break in. The dance was the next day, and he sighed. He supposed there was always next year, and he smiled as she teared up at the hundredth repeat of her favorite rodent's death. He had even gotten bored of the pandas, but she remained fascinated. Her long-again blonde hair fell over her well-curving body as she mourned the meerkat. She had cut it once when she was thirteen because she had wanted to be like her big brother, and he had to buy her a ribbon because she had been mistaken for a boy. Afterword she had given it to him, once her hair had grown back, saying that she thought it would look cute if he used it to tie back his hair instead of a worn out piece of white yarn. He still wore that ribbon today, though the color had faded and it was threadbare.
It was early in the afternoon when the doorbell rang. He answered it and found it to be the mailman, with a package. He realized that it was Eva's cat, and signed for it. He carried the box in to her, and opened it. Packing beans went everywhere, but they finally fished out the stuffed toy. They found that it was slightly larger than Shinatty-chan.
"Maybe this one is a boy, and yours is a girl." Eva pondered, and he nodded.
"What will we name him?" He asked.
"Neko-Kun." She said, and he was shocked at the Japanese coming from her adorable pink lips.
"When did you learn Japanese?"
"I didn't. I just watch this one anime that's about cats..." She said blushing, and turning away.
"I think I may have heard of it. I just never knew that you liked anime, Eva." He said, surprised that there was anything that he didn't know about her after all this time.
"Let's play with them." She said, holding up Neko-kun.
He agreed, and they went into her pink-drenched bedroom. They sat atop her fluffy pink bed, and smiled. For a grown man, he still played with dolls quite a bit, but he didn't care.
Somehow, the two stuffed toys ended up in love, and watching a movie together. He found himself showing her all the things he had wanted to say to her as the dolls when she decided that he would be better at playing Neko-kun, because he was a boy. The animals wound up kissing, and she insisted that he was doing it wrong.
"and how would you know? I doubt you've ever kissed anyone." He said, glaring at her. She pouted and looked away.
"So? You spent all your time at our house, so you never had a girlfriend either." She argued, and he scowled. Damn she was good.
"Then let's see which way works better." He suggested, his mind coming up with a way to get that kiss he'd been plotting for since seventh grade. He really hoped that this didn't count as letting anyone take advantage of Vash's sister, lest he suffer a painful death.
"You mean... the two of us?"
"Yep. We obviously can't tell with the animals, can we?" He raised an ebony brow and she smiled, making his heart speed up a little. He moved his lips close to hers, closing dark eyes as she covered the remaining distance. Their lips met in a flurry of sparks, causing them both to gasp. He tilted his head to the side, the way he had done with Neko-kun, and she put her arms around his neck, tugging on the ponytail held there. After a few moments, they both pulled away panting for air. Yao's cheeks were more flamingly red than Feliciano was flamingly gay, and he walked out of the room and into the guest room where he stayed.
"FUCK!" He shouted, bashing his head against the wall. He didn't expect her to continue the kiss. Nor was he supposed to enjoy it quite that much. He just wanted a taste of the forbidden fruit, but he feared that that tiny taste left him wanting the entire apple, in spite of the wrath he knew would follow. He may as well just shoot himself now and save time and anticipation. He sighed and crawled into his bed mumbling a mix of curses and prayers.
The next morning, Yao finally left his room due to hunger, and found Eva crying in the living room. He was shocked, and of course thought that she had felt violated after that kiss.
"Eva, I-"
"Leave me alone." She said, looking away, and holding Neko-kun like it was a lifeline.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have taken advantage of you like that." He said, looking away and leaning on the wall. She looked up and saw that he was close to tears-manly tears mind you- and had the guiltiest looks she'd ever seen. Even worse than when that older boy Gilbert had smacked her ass in front of Vash. Then again that had been more fear as he was chased for six miles with a shotgun.
"What? But, I was the one who made it more than it was supposed to be? I didn't scare you away?" She looked up, and looked at him like God had just told her she was the new Mary.
"What? No! I-I've actually like you for a while, actually. I just used the cats as a reason to kiss you." He admitted, and instead of giving him the beating he felt he deserved, she hugged him. They eyes he had closed, not being able to bear the disgusted face he thought she would have flew open and met hers, smiling softly at him.
"We never tried the other way, Yao" she said, and he bent his head, sealing their lips together. It quickly became heated, and he was once again shocked as she started moving backward toward the couch. They fell onto it backward, scooting so that he was over top of her as his tongue breached her mouth. They were making out heatedly when the door clicked open.
"WHAT THE FUCKING HELL!" Vash's voice rang out, and they both jumped up, faces red and panting.
"Big brother-" She was interrupted with the chick-chick of a gun being cocked, and the Asian man started running, screaming apologies as Eva ran after the two, trying to save her new boyfriends life.
A/N-Vash didn't kill Yao Eva and he dated and married after her graduation. Vash took up anger management classes as well as teaching his friend to shoot so that his sister would still be safe. Thank you for reading, and I hope you review, with or without a request.
