Rochu
Damn.
At least the discussion topic was off of his butt now.
Yao groaned as he tried to get away from the Russian. Is it possible that the Russian actually liked him back? No, no, of course the creepy stalker just wanted to sexually harass him. It wasn't like he hadn't done that before, "accidentally" tearing Yao's clothes in the bar last time, "tripping" and pulling down Yao's white pants (good thing his shirt was long!), et cetera.
And every single time Yao could only retreat into blushing, shouting "Aiya! Aru!" loudly, and running away from all the snickers and staring.
Of course, the worst part is always when Kiku comes up to him with Heracles and ask, "Yao-nii, how is it going with you and Russia-san?"
Because every single darned time, Yao would start to tear up and begin to blabber about all sorts of things, and then Kiku would take him out to the bar to make him feel good, and Yao would get drunk, and then Kiku would attempt to get him to become sober, and then he would fail, and then he would call the person he thinks would take care of his brother the most.
Russia.
As if!
And each time, Russia would smile, take a very drunken Yao into his arms, then smile and say, "I'll take good care of him, da?", take Yao home, strip him nude, and then he'd tie Yao up to the bedpost, and then…
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Damn.
Damn.
Damn.
Yao sped up, not noticing the blinking green light in front of him that suddenly switched to red.
How could he not learn?
Screech!
Yao fell backwards as a bright red car veered off to the left and smashed into a light pole, missing him by just a few inches. Tire tracks were left on the wide street, and the normally empty road that he always took was soon crowded with people, cameras, and phone flashes.
The bag he held in his hand dropped to the ground as he saw who climbed out of the car. The cake inside the plastic bag fell apart, broken.
Just like his heart.
Ivan climbed out of the smashed car, examining it with a small frown on his face. The frown grew bigger when he saw Yao. From the passenger's seat, a woman came out. She had grey hair (was it white?), a blue bowtie, and was wearing a dress that kind of looked like the one Alice wears in Alice in Wonderland.
"What is it, my dear?" she asked.
My dear?
Yao clutched his heart. His original heart problem…it couldn't possibly be coming back again, could it?
"…don't get into any situation that's going to make you become very emotional…don't drink…you can only have sexual activities thrice a month…"
"don't…situation…emotional…"
How could he forget?
And damn it, it hurt.
It hurt to see Ivan step out of that car and frown at him, it hurt to hear that woman call Ivan "my dear", it hurt even more to see Ivan loop his arm around the woman's shoulder and refer to Yao as "nothing".
Damn that…that…
Yao's eyes twitched as he slowly lost conscious. What the fu—…?