A/N: Hey, thanks to everyone who's reviewed, faved, followed or read my story. I'm actually enjoying writing these chapters.
So this chapter his at Arthur's house, which is hard because the two don't get along especially when a certain nation is the topic at hand.
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Yao sat across the table from Arthur his hands taped in his lap. Arthur tapped the table awkwardly not sure of how he should approach a conversation with someone who looked like… well he looked like he was trying to kill Arthur with the power of his mind.
"Are you having any urges?" Arthur asked watching Yao as he shuffled uncomfortably in his seat. He glared at some poor mailman through the window who gave him a curious look.
"Yes, and I'm losing feeling in my hands," Yao said but he sounded angry rather than in pain or upset.
"Right, would you like a cup of tea?" Arthur asked leaning across the table with pair of scissors in his hand. He slowly cut the tape making sure not to cut Yao's hands.
"Yes, xie xie," Yao replied pulling his hands from the tape and stretching them. His face seemed to visually relax despite still looking mad. Maybe it was because of the red marks the tape had left behind.
"How do you have your tea?" Arthur asked his back to Yao.
"Black, four sugars, aru," Yao replied balling the tape up and searching the room for a bin. "Where is your bin?"
Arthur turned his head his eyes lazily scanning the room. He sighed: "Here, Alfred has obviously moved the bin for no reason."
Yao reached out having to roll his fingers to unstick the tape from his hands and give it to Arthur.
Arthur sat the silver tape in the bin and picked up two cups.
"It's nice to have someone over I can trust to handle my delicate tea set," Arthur sighed sitting down. He passed a cup to Yao sitting it on a saucer. Yao never saw the point of those tiny little plates, what was their purpose?
"Xie xie," Yao thanked him taking the teacup and sipping the hot tea. He let a smile cross his face when the sweet drink ran down his throat. Despite it being English tea infused with no flavor the large amount of sugar compensated for the bland taste.
"How have you been? I don't think we've talked like this for a long time," Arthur began.
"We have never talked like anything," Yao corrected his eyes flashing in anger.
"Yes," Arthur's hand set strong and his teeth gritted. For a second they seemed to be having a staring contest.
"I've been well…" Yao finally spoke, "recently my country has been very strong," Yao added sitting his cup down.
"I've noticed, your experience has really done your country well," Arthur replied. Yao hated talking to Arthur: he always felt so awkward and all he could see when he looked into Arthur's green eyes was a flash of red and the cry of a young Kaoru.
Yao bit his lip his eyes flashing down and taking a deep breath. Yao had forgiven long ago but sometimes he was reminded of the pain.
"How have you been? I hear you and Alfred are celebrating two years together, aru," Yao picked his tea up sipping it again. Arthur licked his lips, his cheeks flashed red and he looked down quickly.
"Yes, we went out to dinner to celebrate and then the next night I had a very drunk Alfred call me at 8 in the morning," Arthur rolled his eyes.
"That was the night that he and Ivan passed out on my lawn and I had to turn the sprinklers on," Yao rolled his eyes.
"They are both gits,"
"Immature children," Yao shook his head in agreement. "Not as bad as you when you drink though."
"Once again you insist on bringing up that one Christmas," Arthur scowled. Yao laughed a teasing grin crossing his face.
"You were dancing half naked on the table," Yao snickered.
"Not like when you got so wasted you tried to force Ivan to become one with you," Arthur countered. Yao paused glaring at him with a blush crossing his cheeks.
"It was payback, aru," Yao explained his head snapping back to glare at people walking by. Like maybe they were to blame for that night Yao had scared the living day lights out of Ivan and almost mentally scared him.
There was an awkward silence when they both recalled that one time they had just drank too much.
"I'd still like to know why he carries around duck tape," Yao spat. Arthur snickered shaking his head.
"I think he was planning on taping Alfred to a pole when they went drinking after the meeting," Arthur explained.
"I'd expect nothing less," Yao rolled his eyes but he smirked at the thought of Ivan's prank.
Arthur's phone started ringing making the English man stare confused at the device.
"Excuse me," Arthur held up a finger flipping his phone open as he left. "Hello, Arthur Kirkland speaking."
Yao turned his attention back to his tea seeing he was actually finished. He groaned sitting it down and looking back outside. In the distance the town of London bustled on: buses ran past and people walked by each other not caring for the cloudy conditions and rain pouring down.
Inside where Yao sat everything seemed so peaceful compared to the busy practices that went on outside.
Yao started to fidget and his fingers itched to scratch the familiar text into this table. No, Yao refused to make a nuisance of himself at Arthur's place.
"I'll be right there, goodbye," Arthur clicked his phone shut and turned to Yao. "I have to go out. Do you need to go to the bathroom?"
"No," Yao shook his head as Arthur began digging around in his drawers.
"Then I'll tape your hands and put a DVD on," Arthur pulled out the familiar silver tape that made Yao feel sick.
Yao sighed holding out his hands. He couldn't bare watching Arthur tape his hands together and then start to go through the girly bag for the two DVD's.
Arthur placed on the movie pressing a few buttons and turning the volume up.
"Is that loud enough?" Arthur asked. Yao stood falling onto his couch and leaning back.
"Xie xie, that's fine," Yao nodded his head. Arthur walked to the window closing the curtains and sitting Yao's bag down.
"You're bag," Arthur grinned.
"It's not mine," Yao snapped blushing. "It's Mei's."
"Sure it is," Arthur laughed turning to the door. "I'll be back in half an hour."
Yao made a noise in reply his eyes already transfixed to the opening title. Arthur was bemused at how a nation like Yao could be so entranced by the same two movies he had watched a million times.
Arthur turned the key in the door hearing the clink of the lock moving out of the way.
"Yao is watching a movie inside, I'm sure he hasn't made a mess in the last hour," Arthur informed Kaoru who stood behind him. As soon as he had finished his meeting Kaoru had called informing him of his arrival in London and demanded to be picked up.
"It's one of his favorite movies so not much could distract him," Kaoru replied in monotone like always. .
Arthur nodded and pushed open the door hitting something with a loud thud. He looked around as paper rained down from the sky. It was like it was snowing in Arthur's house but every single piece of paper had the same thing written on it in dark black ink.
Made in China, Made in China, made in china, made in china.
Arthur's mouth fell as he slowly looked down to see Yao sitting on the ground rubbing his nose and groaning.
"This wasn't my doing," Yao explained. "Okay… maybe it was, I found paper." Kaoru pulled out his phone and began to record Yao sitting on the ground smiling nervously.
"I see that…" Arthur looked around at the paper covering the ground.
"I only pulled the tape off because I needed to go to the bathroom," Yao explained coughing.
"Where on earth did you get so much paper?" Arthur asked knowing he didn't have this much paper in his house.
"Uh… well, I found some in your house in the printer," Yao mumbled the last part.
"You're worse than a drug addict," Kaoru explained knowing it would anger the smaller Asian.
"I am not!" Yao snapped. Arthur sighed looking up at his former colony. Kaoru had gotten tall despite his race and now he was a bit taller than Arthur.
"Your hair is getting long," Arthur commented brushing his finger along the long bangs. Kaoru flinched his eyes shooting to Arthur. "Your face is dirty," Arthur scowled licking his fingers and beginning to run Kaoru's face.
Yao felt twitchy again as he hadn't written on anything in ten minutes and watching Arthur mother Kaoru made him jealous and mad. His eye twitched his hand coming up ready to attack the man who was touching his baby brother.
"Don't touch him!" Yao yelled jumping foreword and barging into Arthur. Arthur fell back and they both stumbled onto the brick path.
Kaoru held up his phone recording the two's fight thinking this was better than the paper flying everywhere.
"He used to be my colony to," Arthur countered rolling so he was on top of Yao. Yao kneed him in the stomach and used both his legs to launched Arthur into his flowerbed.
He stood jumping in after him and wrestling the poor English man into the dirt.
"You mean when you stole him!" Yao yelled hitting his head against the floor. Arthur managed to grab Yao's long hair and yanked it. Yao screamed falling to one side and Arthur rolled on top trying to hold Yao down.
"Doesn't mean that he wasn't my colony!" Arthur countered and held back a hand slapping Yao across the face. Yao gasped looking shocked at Arthur for a minute.
Then his face turned angry and he brought back a fist landing it square in Arthur's jaw.
Arthur fell back tumbling along the dirt and ramming against his fence until he finally fell to the ground dizzy. Yao stood stumbling to one side. He walked to the fence using his incredible balance to stand on top of the wooden fence and glare down at the groaning and unaware English man.
"Kaoru is not your colony anymore you jerk! Leave him alone!" Yao yelled and jumped landing right on Arthur's stomach. Arthur tried to scream but his lungs were almost crushed by the blow and all that came out was a strangled cry for air.
Kaoru winced feeling that one then grinned at how incredibly rough his elder brother could be in times of great jealousy. It was actually the funniest thing he had ever seen: and it was all his fault! This only made it better for the younger Chinaman.
Yao stood and Arthur grabbed his legs tripping Yao into a pile of fertilizer face first.
Yao kicked hitting Arthur in the jaw and rolled over to see the English man holding his nose in case it was broken.
Yao let out one victorious laugh before Arthur stood on his feet and dragged Yao by his legs through the garden.
"Agh! Shit! Jerk!" Yao growled kicking his legs with little success. Arthur dropped his legs feeling tired. Yao stood wrestling him into a bush.
Kaoru couldn't see them fighting but he could see the leaves flying out of the bush and hear the two yelling at one another. Yao actually changed to Chinese half way though one scream then back to English when Arthur said he was a 'bloody foreigner'.
"Racist pig!" Yao yelled and slap, crunch! Arthur groaned.
Alfred pushed open the gate just as the two rolled back out of the bush and began to struggle for power on the lawn.
"How long have they been-?" Alfred didn't need to finish.
"Uh, a while," Kaoru replied. "Yao's winning."
"Woah! Awesome! Fight!" Gilbert cheered pulling Matthew through the gate. "Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!"
"We should pull them apart," Matthew told Alfred. Arthur used his arm to hold back Yao. Yao stretched his arms out struggling to reach Arthur for a short while then crunching down on his arm.
"Fuck! You bit me!" Arthur yelled kicking me off.
"You tasted worse than your poisonous cooking!" Yao countered once he had finished rolling.
"Why you! I'll teach you to insult a Englishman's cooking!" Arthur yelled jumping on Yao.
"You mean those hard rocks you call scones!" Yao growled his hands around Arthur's throat.
"At least they last longer than half the stuff your country produces!" Arthur pushed Yao away and stood. The two began to circle each other panting and puffing.
"You inconsiderate jerk face, it's hard when I'm supplying half the world including your asshole boyfriend," Yao spat, "Wǒ zǔzhòu nǐ yào yǒngyuǎn zài dìyù!"
"What did he just say?" Alfred asked Kaoru.
"He said you were an idiot,"
"Not that, the bit in Chinese," Alfred glared.
"Oh, he just said I curse you to spend eternity in hell, right after he called you an asshole" Kaoru translated with a small grin.
"Maybe we should break them up now," Alfred sighed looking worried at the two and ignoring Yao's names for him.
Despite them both proclaiming to be proper nations that were over their days of violence and one actually having a deal with their French friend to go easy on each other in fights because of age they both looked pretty battered.
"Don't look at me," Kaoru shook his head. "I'm not getting in-between Yao and who he's mad at."
"I'll grab the little one and you hold back Arthur," Gilbert commented. Alfred nodded as they both approached the two.
Yao sat on the couch: his hair was a mess with leaves and crushed flowers in it. The fact it was black didn't hide the dirt in it that spread to his face. His cheeks had light claw marks down them and were grazed from face planting in the fertilizer. Yao touched the red mark around his neck lightly wincing. His top was filthy and he knew he had a bruise on his stomach from Arthur hitting him. His knees were grazed where his pants had ripped and there were bruises on his ankles where Arthur had dragged him around.
Arthur was in worse condition with leaves in his messy hair and even in his eyebrows. He had a bruise on his jaw and his neck was also red from Yao's hands. He rubbed his stomach where a huge bruise was forming from Yao jumping on him. His legs were cut and grazed like Yao's and there was a rather small bite mark on his arm. To top it all off dry blood painted a trail form his nose to his lips despite not being broken Yao had landed a fairly good hit.
Gilbert, Karou and Alfred all laughed watching the fight again on the video. Matthew sighed shaking his head at the three. He seemed to be the only one not watching the video for the fifth time in the half an hour they had been sitting there.
Yao glared at Arthur blaming him for the whole mess. Arthur countered his glare with his own steely eyes.
"I love the part Yao jumps on Arthur at the beginning, that's just-" Gilbert laughed again holding his stomach. "Golden, fucking great, good job Yao."
"I think when Yao jumped Arthur it was great," Alfred cackled wiping a tear from his eyes. Kaoru held back a snicker watching the scene he had taped.
"You're posting this on your blog, right?" Gilbert asked.
"And I'm going to send it to all the nations," Kaoru replied. Gilbert lost it again when Arthur began dragging Yao along the dirt and a mixture of curses came from the Asian nation.
Yao turned his glare to the idiot trio and huffed. Arthur also joined in burning holes in his boyfriend's head.
"How many ice packs do you need?" Matthew asked them both.
"Three thank you," Arthur rubbed his jaw.
"Just two please," Yao leant foreword and his back cracked. "Maybe three."
Matthew nodded disappearing into the kitchen- guess it was up to him to take care of the old men in the lounge room.
"How's the urge to write now?" Alfred asked grinning.
"Gone, thank you," Yao replied. Matthew returned passing them both the piles of ice packs.
Yao hissed placing one on his stomach, one on his sore back and one on his head feeling a headache coming on.
Arthur placed two on his poor tortured stomach and one on his cheek glaring at Yao.
"Kaoru, don't send that to anyone," Yao ordered.
"I could listen to you but it's too late," Karou shrugged replaying the video. Yao's upper lip twitched into a snarl and his eye began to spasm.
"You sent it to Ivan to, right? He'd enjoy that beyond fucking compared," Alfred laughed.
"I did, he just e-mailed back saying his favorite was the insult Yao gave you," Kaoru replied.
"How did I know it would be?" Alfred rolled his eyes.
"He also asked if we wanted him to show Yao's boss to confirm where Yao is right now," Kaoru rubbed his chin an evil glint in his eyes.
"Yeah, might as well," Alfred shrugged. Kaoru nodded in agreement quickly messaging back.
"I blame you for this lack of discipline. You had him from child hood until he was a teenager, aru, same with Alfred," Yao accused Arthur.
"They were misbehaved when I got them," Arthur replied in a sneer.
"Okay, so you both need a shower then Yao will go to Alfred's place, right?" Matthew turned to Alfred trying to keep everyone on track.
"What? Oh, Arthur and I are going out tonight, can you take him Mattie?" Alfred asked his eyes flashing from the screen of Kaoru's phone.
"Well…"
"Sure," Gilbert grinned. "He can sleep in the spare room… on the other side of the house, right Birdie?"
"Uh, of course, you're welcome to stay at my place," Matthew smiled at Yao.
"Xie Xie, I'd appreciate that," Yao bowed his head trying to avoid eye contact. He saw that the couple obviously had plans and promised him self that he wouldn't disturb them tonight, even if that meant he'd have to lie in his bed until the late hours of the morning.
A/N: DONE! Yah, this was actually enjoyable to write.
Also I think Yao bad mouthing America is a kinky thing for him :D
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