Title: Missing Puzzle Piece

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN OR PROFIT FROM HETALIA, THIS IS PURELY FANMADE FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES. ANY REFERENCES TO LYRICS ARE MADE WITH RECAPITULATION IN MIND.

Genre: Romance/Drama/ Humor

Pairing: Russia/China (Ivan/Yao)

Rating: M

AN: And now for the final chapter. I considered breaking it up into two halves but I figured you all waited long enough for the (horrible) smut. I quite like Rodion and Denis, they grew on me through writing this…

I hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it…

For Cherry Flavored Awesome: I really like having character interactions between countries, and I've noticed through watching Hetalia that France and Russia do talk a lot. I also think that they are very similar in many ways, and have seen others write along this wavelength as well. I'm glad you enjoyed that.

And yes, I am so long-winded sometimes… I'm pretty sure I could have cut out an eighth of this story's explanation and people would have still liked it the same.

Thanks for the reviews and the support guys! On to the conclusion!

XxX

"So you are telling me, that every single one of them said no?" Roared Russia's boss, who probably wanted nothing more than to strangle the smug smirk off his nation's face. The two military officers stood outside the room, the younger one wincing at the sound of the Prime Minister's angry tone. They clutched their reports in their hands, hoping that they could just hand them in when the man was done yelling at Ivan without being interrogated. Rodion wasn't even sure of what he had written down, but if need be he could just play dumb until he did remember.

"Where is he, aru?"

They both turned their heads; Rodion had to lean over to see around his superior officer. There, coming down the hall, was one of the most beautiful creatures in creation. Perfect almond shaped amber eyes, flawless ivory skin, silken black hair pulled together by a red string over their shoulder, and red robes dancing around their form as they glided towards the both of them. Neither could form a coherent sentence for a moment, one trying to decipher if the being before them was male or female and the other wondering if all Asians were as beautiful as this one. Then they both put two and two together and nearly jumped out of their skin when it dawned on them.

Later on, both would wonder aloud if Ivan's attraction towards Yao could somehow rub off onto his people.

Denis bowed low in a respectful manner, realizing they were not only in the presence of another nation, but this was the lover of their country. They could not afford to be rude to a person who could very well declare war on them, nor would it help Russia's predicament. When their nation had told them about the other country he had not mentioned how he looked, they had both come up with something completely different in their minds.

"You're China!"

Yao's angered eyes landed on Rodion, and Denis wished he really had broken his leg before he was asked to accompany his nation on a trip. If he had, he wouldn't be thinking about ways to apologize to someone who was one step away from being a deity.

The Chinese man's steps faltered, and instead of bursting into the office like he had intended, he stopped before the two soldiers and seized them up. If they knew who he was then there was a possibility that they were high enough rank to know what was going on. He may be able to get some information out of them before he confronted Russia.

"Yes that I am." He crossed his arms across his chest and ground out the words. He honestly wished the guards at the airport didn't know him. At least then he could have released some of his tension by beating the crap out of them. He wanted nothing more than to punch a hole through a wall, or perhaps one huge Russian nation through a couple of them. Maybe even a brick wall if he really wanted to do some damage. "Where is Russia, aru?"

The younger one sounded impressed, "You speak Russian very well, you know."

The older one actually put his hand up to cover his face in shame. China decided ignoring the younger one would be a safer bet, and instead addressed the older looking one. "Do you know where he is? Or shall I continue looking?"

"He is in a meeting with our boss. He should be available momentarily."

Golden eyes glanced at the door behind the two of them, and then he shifted his weight as if deciding on something. Both guards were watching him, and they seemed to know quite a bit about the situation, so he switched gears.

"Where has he been for the past two weeks?"

The two of them eyed each other, trying to figure out if they should say anything. It would probably only make things worse. If China didn't know what happened yet, then they could easily play dumb and make something up.

"I'm afraid we have no idea what you are talking about." One of them said, keeping their voice even and straightening out to look confident in his answer. This was not what the other nation wanted to hear, and they watched him take in a deep breath to stop himself from maiming them.

"I know he was out of the country for two weeks."

Well, that screwed up their plans.

"We weren't with him…" The loudmouth tried to explain; "we are simply guarding the room while they have their meeting-"

The doors opened, and Ivan walked out triumphantly looking like he had just won a war. He opened his mouth to say something to the two guards, but then he realized something was wrong. As soon as he caught sight of the other nation his face fell into one of surprise and fear. He looked back and forth between his two men, who both faced forward and decided this was the right time to act like real officers. They had their hands behind their backs and were standing in attention, neither looking anywhere but forward.

"Lieutenant Denis, Lieutenant Rodion, get in here." Yelled their boss, and both jumped and quickly retreated into the office. Suddenly dealing with their superior was much less uncomfortable than standing between two countries in a lover's quarrel.

Even as the door closed, they heard the low growl from the Asian as the interrogation began. When they came to a halt at the Prime Minister's desk they were all too amused to see that he was hanging up the phone, muttering a 'yes, dear,' before he addressed them.

Back outside the room, Ivan pursed his lips and waited for the inevitable confrontation. He wanted to run forward and never let go of the smaller nation, but this was probably not the time. God he looked amazing, though. It was hard not to think about it and focus on the problem at hand. He had to remember that he was more than likely in trouble for making the other nation wait a month.

Yao didn't know where to start. "You…" He took a step forward and then stopped. He brought both of his hands up and put them over his face in a frustrated manner. "You have no idea…" He tried to start again, trying to ignore the prickling sensation that was beginning to form in his eyes and at the back of his throat. It made him even more livid that only Ivan could reduce him to a crying woman.

"Yao I-" Ivan tried to reach out towards the other, but China stepped back and shook his head. He held up his hand and gestured for the Russian not to come any closer.

"I stupidly… Told… My boss." He was trying not to cry, trying to keep the hurt out of his tone and act as composed as he had in the past. "I was already getting married. Since the moment I came off the plane from Italy I told him whom I was marrying and he didn't have a say in the matter."

Russia felt shame wash over him; his heart squeezed in his chest unpleasantly as he thought about all the repercussions that meant. China had put all his faith in him only to be completely disappointed and humiliated. Ivan must have put the other nation through hell, and if the Asian's boss ever found out about his little expedition then he wouldn't think twice about declaring it being a betrayal on their country.

He should have done the exact same thing instead of just presuming that he could waltz down to his boss' office and tell him he chose Yao.

"He has been phoning me steady since then, asking me why I haven't shown up at his office with a contract in hand. Every time I have had to lie and then get off the phone and call you only to find that all my messages went straight to voicemail, aru. I finally phoned the receptionist who told me you had left a week ago on a plane. You couldn't phone me and tell me where you were going, or what you were planning to do? If you don't want to marry me then you could have been a man and told me to my face instead of leaving the country to avoid me."

Ivan tried to interject, tried to explain, but Yao just cut him off and kept going. "Then I get a call from Taiwan wondering why you were in Canada." The tears built up too quickly after that, he had to turn his face away. "So I phoned France." His voice cracked, and he took in a shuddering breath to calm himself. "Who proceeded to lie through his teeth for you, but then England spoke up in the background and wondered how Francis forgot you were there just last week."

He was getting desperate now; he rushed forward and grabbed Yao's hands, trying to lean over so he could peer into his face. "Listen to me; I was not trying to get away from you. It was exactly the opposite!" He shook him slightly, trying to get him to snap out of it. His face fell into an unsure smile, like this could all be fixed and rationalized easily if the other nation would just hear what he was saying.

"Oh, so you decided to take another route when you could have just walked into China and told my boss I wasn't making up a husband off the top of my head!"

They'd switched over into Chinese, the red-clad nation becoming too hysterical to remember any more Russian. He pulled his arms out of Russia's hands and began to walk away quickly, his anger fueling him on. He heard the taller man catch up and try to take his hand again, but fear and anxiety and betrayal took over. He planted his feet, pulled back his palm and then slammed it as hard as he could into Ivan's solar plexus. He felt a small flare of pride as he watched the giant nation go flying back into the wall.

"Never mind," he spat out as the larger nation tried to simultaneously get air back in his lungs and stagger into a standing position. "It's not like this marriage means anything anyways, does it? Just a political convenience." He then continued on his way out of the government building and back towards the airport. Leaving the younger nation to collapse back to his knees and hide his head in his hands, suddenly realizing that it was much worse than he had imagined.

XxX

When Yao got home the last thing he wanted was to talk to anyone, let alone answer a phone call. So when he looked down at the phone he noticed it wasn't a Russian area code and grabbed the receiver, bringing it to his ear and braking out a sharp 'what?'

"Hey China! It's your really awesome friend America-"

"I don't care who you are, do you have something important to say!" He snapped angrily, a second away from ending the call.

"Whoa, shit you must have talked to Russia." Alfred snorted haughtily, and he heard another voice in the background say something else he couldn't quite decipher.

The reality of those words hit him with another meaning, and he closed his eyes against the onslaught of tears that escaped between his eyelashes. It all started to unravel; he was no longer able to keep the frustration at his lover's disloyalty in. Russia had even gone to America, and it didn't even matter why. His mind was already filling that void of information with a million scenarios, all of them increasing his anxiety. How had he stupidly put his trust in Ivan? Hadn't he learned already? The one person he cared for gone behind his back and left without telling him, without calling.

"Listen I wanted to talk to you about that… I was kind of a douche about it when he was here. I know it wasn't his fault. His boss is just not as cool as mine and then Kiku found out he was being threatened and-"

Click.

He just didn't want to hear the rest of it, slamming the phone down and realizing that he was shaking. He didn't know who he was angry at more, himself or the Russian. All the rage came to nothing, and he couldn't stop himself as he sank to the ground holding onto the counter. At first he just stared at the ground, feeling the feelings surge up and then crash down into him, and then he just let the sobs overtake him. The phone rang a few more times and each time it went to voicemail. He curled in on himself, ignoring the sound of the American telling him to pick up the phone. He just sat there like that, feeling like he was having the worst panic attack in his life, except it was doubled with the dread and pain that there was no one to hold him as he went through it. He wasn't even sure which part affected him more, that Ivan had done this to him, or that Kiku knew about it before he did.

He had made him look like an idiot, like a stupid fool. His boss no longer believed he had worked things out with Russia at all, and he was ordering the older nation to find someone suitable before he made an even bigger embarrassment out of himself. He had even made a comment about how appalled he was at the fact that his nation had developed superficial feelings for a monster like the Soviet Union.

Beep.

"China…" His head snapped up, and breathing stopped. "Russia was being blackmailed into proposing to a few countries. His boss said he would phone Belarus if he didn't do it. It would be the same thing if yours said you had to marry Korea-"

He picked up the phone. "Don't... Don't even Japan. Don't pretend like you care."

Click.

China awoke much later, having crawled to his bed and fallen asleep there, with his face in the pillows. It was probably eight o'clock or so, judging by the fact that there were orange hues pushing through the curtains. He rubbed his cheek and sniffed loudly. The tear stains down his face felt itchy, and he wiped away at them furiously. A large migraine awaited him when he slowly sat up, and it only brought the events he had been crying about back faster. He massaged his temples and glanced down at what he was wearing.

He still felt exhausted, so he knew he could probably go back to sleep right away if he really tried. Instead he picked himself off of the sheets and crawled over to the edge of the bed. He needed to have a calming cup of tea and get dressed into something more suited for sleeping. He wandered around in the darkened room, rustling through the closet-room for something to wear. His hands fell on a large white shirt, and he yanked it out off the hanger. He stared down at it, tears clouding his vision again.

He pressed his face into the white pajama shirt, and hiccoughed as tears pooled at the bottom of his eyelids. He didn't want to think about what he was doing. Mindlessly, he stripped off his clothes and left them there in the walk in closet before pulling the article over his head and down past his thighs. He rolled up the sleeves and wiped away the stray tear, telling himself that he probably would have put on the first set of sleepwear he found. He sniffed again and pulled his hair out of his ponytail to run his hands through it and fix the way some of the strands stood up.

He walked out of the room, throwing the tie on the side table as he wandered into the rest of the house. He padded past the study and the front room, ending up in the bright kitchen. He turned off half of the lights and set on making himself some relaxing tea. At that point he didn't care if it was bagged; he didn't feel like steeping his own. He rummaged around and found the little tin of bags and threw one in a mug.

He leaned against the counter with his arms crossed, waiting for the water to boil. He was running his hands through his hair, and just thinking about what he would do for the remainder of the day when the phone rang again. He growled and rolled his eyes, turning his attention to the kettle and willing it to start boiling.

Beep

"It's me." A sharp pain shot through his heart at the sound of Russia's voice, but he tried to ignore the feeling. So what if Ivan became another conditioned stimulus to his panic attacks? He'd happily avoid him for the rest of eternity because of what he put him through. "I know you're there. I just want you to know I'm…" A sigh broke off the words. "I know I messed up. Please let me in."

Golden eyes locked onto the answering machine, praying that he had just heard that wrong and the stupid bastard didn't have the audacity to be outside on his doorstep. He scoffed and turned towards the kettle as it began whistling. He poured the hot water into the cup and set his mind on ignoring the person outside. He couldn't believe he hadn't anticipated this, it was the same time he did every time they had a scrap. They just hadn't had a fight in a while, so he was out of practice.

Wait, this wasn't a fight! He shouldn't even dare to show his face around here!

He slammed his hand down on the counter and almost toppled over the cup. He grabbed it and steadied it quickly. Well, he should go lock the door. Ivan would probably try it in a couple minutes if he didn't answer. He turned around with the mug in hand and began striding towards the main entrance. He froze, however, when he heard a gentle knock and then it opened before he could round the corner into the foyer.

"Fuck." He hissed as he turned around and proceeded to back track into the kitchen and around to the bedroom so he could hop into the shower and pretend like he had been in there the whole time. Sure, it wasn't a very noble plan, but he would prolong seeing the person he wanted to throw into the ocean with a cement brick attached to his foot.

"Yao wait." Ivan must have rounded the corner just as he almost made it out of sight into the kitchen.

"Fuck." He repeated, and decided he should have thrown the cup right at his face as soon as he opened the door. He looked down and seriously considered it, deciding he would take a sip first. It was such a waste, and it wasn't like he could get away now. In the time it took him to blow off the steam and take a tiny taste the long strides of the Russian brought him to stand right behind China.

"Yao…" Ivan pleaded softly. Said nation turned towards the sound of the voice with a glare that could spontaneously combust a normal human.

Before he could ask what the hell the violet-eyed nation thought he was doing there, Russia got down on his knees and wrapped his arms around the Asian's waist, burying his face into his stomach.

"I have hot tea in my hands right above your head. Don't think I won't drop it if you don't let me go this instant."

"Go ahead. Rip me into a thousand tiny pieces. I deserve that much for doing this to you." The voice answered immediately, muffled by the shirt his mouth was pressed into. There was dead silence for another minute as Yao weighed the pros and cons of sacrificing the cup and its contents in order to cause Ivan pain. In his silent debate, the Russian began to talk.

"I should have done exactly as you said. I should have told my boss his opinion didn't matter. It's me who has to get married and I choose you. I choose you over everything. I should have let him phone Belarus, and then just walked out the door. I should have phoned you…" He bowed his head and sunk further down so he was sitting on his knees, now his face was pressed against his hip. "I caused you so much pain…"

"All I thought about was how I would face you after I went around and did that behind your back. Even if I didn't want to I still felt like the lowest life form for going through with it. I didn't even think about if you had said anything about us getting married. Now that I think of it, that was so stupid of me, of course your boss would want to know what you planned on doing. This is entirely my fault and I will gladly spend the rest of eternity making it up to you."

When he finally did sneak a peek at the Orient's face he found thick eyelashes closed, and a fresh onslaught of fluid precariously waiting to fall. He didn't think someone as beautiful as Yao should even have the ability to cry. It made the guilt already eating him away inside feel like it was working on overtime. He pressed his mouth against the material over his abdomen. Then slowly stood up and gently pried the tea out of his hands before setting it on a shelf somewhere.

"You don't have to forgive me, just please give me a chance to make it up to you."

Once Yao's hands were free, they flew to his face and he shook his head harshly. "No, no, no! You don't even get it!" He turned away, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a napkin to scrub the tears off his cheeks. "You've driven me insane!" He slammed his hands down on the counter, his voice cracking again.

He rounded on the Russian, who had followed right behind him, swung his arm back and slapped him as hard as he could. Ivan just let him, and didn't even try to stop him when he grabbed his collar and shook him.

"I waited three months and nine days to see you again -the world meeting not counted- and I find out you've not only wormed your way into every aspect of my life, but then you do this. I was tired, and miserable, and I missed you. I had so many panic attacks because I thought you had finally realized that I am as pathetic as I feel and went off to find someone new. Which, basically, you did. If my boss had mentioned joining with Korea I would have known he was bluffing because everyone is on the verge of declaring nuclear war on him! This isn't about being nation's anymore! That stopped when I woke up one morning two months ago and felt like some love-struck teenager who couldn't focus on their work because they were too busy realizing that everything they did made them miss their boyfriend. Do you see what you have reduced me to? Do you have any idea?"

"I-"

"I'm in love with you!" He finally exploded, pounding a fist weakly against the broad chest in front of him. He felt so drained and exposed. Like he was just waiting for Russia to start laughing or walk away. He was suddenly back in a time when he was too weak to do anything but watch as country after country picked out pieces of his empire and took them away from him. Long gashes in his arms and legs appearing randomly as his land was fought over like children fighting over who got the most candies.

"I'm sorry…" Large arms enveloped his lithe frame, and he hated Ivan even more for it. He hated how small and fragile he felt when the bigger country held him. At the same time, it was comforting and he felt himself fall into the embrace completely, resting all his weight against the other. "I love you… I know it's hard to believe right now because I am a monster at best and you shouldn't trust me… But it is killing me too." He felt the breath against his neck as the other nation pressed his face into the crook there. "You helped me find my human side again, something I wasn't even sure I had anymore. You made the nightmares go away. I won't be able to live without you."

Yao snorted, pushing away slightly to wipe his face on the sleeve, "we're immortal; you would have to live on without me anyways. It comes with being one of our kinds." He pulled his bangs from his tear-soaked face, trying to smoothen out his looks and regain some of his dignity. He had cried over a lover, Russia really was tearing away every last inch of his pride.

"I'd be the luckiest person in the world if you decided to marry me, until the world stops spinning. I don't know who I am anymore, but I find that I don't care as long as you're going through this too." He grabbed the sides of his face and forced him to look up into his earnest eyes. The violet orbs trying to desperately get through to him, eyes that once held a malicious glint were now watching him with undiluted affection. Yao's hate increased exponentially because damnit, he wasn't mad anymore. He COULDN'T stay mad, and he wanted nothing more than to say yes, but the distrust…

"Please?"

China frowned at him. "Did you just seriously ask 'will you marry me, please?'"

Russia nodded sincerely.

He swallowed thickly, and knew he had lost this before it even began. He just couldn't understand how he could go from having his world ripped from underneath his feet to feeling like his thoughts were explicitly and embarrassingly exposed. Why couldn't he just feel in control for once, did he like this paranoia and the strange masochism that came with dealing with Russia? He had taken away every single thing and replaced it with him, him, and more him until he was drowning in the way his heart clenched with every passing thought of Ivan. When had he turned from a stalkerish, irritating, childlike person into a man who had beautifully crafted his manipulation until Yao was weak in his hands?

Monster… But he couldn't bring himself to mind.

"Fine."

Over-zealous lips came crashing down onto his, and he wasn't expecting it at all. If the taller man hadn't been holding him he probably would have fallen back. Still, he felt himself slipping his arms from the hold around them and pulling the giant down closer towards him. He kissed back immediately, his pulse beating wildly in his veins as he was lifted off the ground and crushed against the Russian's chest as he spun him around once. He pulled away laughing, hefted himself up further into his arms, wrapped his legs around his waist, and then kissed him again.

The kiss was a flurry of motion, the two of them just staying there as tongues and lips and teeth danced. Yao's hands were running through silver-blond strands, and he didn't care if this wasn't how a nation should act. He didn't care if someone as old as he was shouldn't be making out with another person like a teenager. I also could care less if his boss walked in at that exact moment to see him like this. He no longer knew how fast his heart was racing, or cared if he could breathe. He wanted to meld his body against Ivan's until he couldn't tell where his ended and the other's began.

He never wanted to know a world where he wasn't with Russia. Thoughts of days before this, before their relationship began, they didn't even matter. They were like a past lifetime, one he could barely remember when Russia nibbled on his bottom lip like that. It was suddenly unbearable that he wasn't able to unclothe Ivan from his position. He reluctantly broke the kiss and unwrapped his legs from around his now fiancé. It was almost dizzying how quickly things switched from one extreme to the other, but now the only thought on his mind was he just wanted this love to be channeled somewhere.

"Come on." He went to pull the tall blonde behind him but an arm around his waist stopped his train of thought abruptly. He turned around, lips pressing against his firmly and he rested his hands against his forearms. He smiled behind his mouth, and tried to back up and make the hint that they should probably relocate to somewhere they could be horizontal. Instead he felt Ivan take his hand and something cool slipped over his finger.

He felt ridiculously excited when he looked down to find a little band of gold with a red center and a jade set around it staring back up at him. He admired it for another moment before his body caught up with him and he pulled Ivan in for a searing kiss that left them both breathless and incredibly turned on.

"I have one for you but I think we can find it later…" He swallowed thickly, still trying to get air back into his lungs long enough before he had to race him to the bedroom.

"Agreed." The taller lover replied just as breathlessly. He nearly pulled Yao down the hall to his room, throwing off his scarf and coat before the door had even closed shut behind them. The dark-haired Asian helped him to get out of most of his clothing in a flurry of movement only interrupted by kisses here and there as each article fell away from the Russian. The only thing left on him was his pants when they fell onto the bed.

Hot breath ghosted over his skin, practiced teeth nipping at an exposed nipple as the shirt was pulled apart at the neck, a few of the buttons slipping out on their own with the tug. He arched up slightly, his breath hitching and toes curling and uncurling after each sensation. One feeling blended into the next, it felt like his whole body was covered in a warm, moist mouth and cool, roaming hands. Their hands and arms entangled as they tried to feel their way all over the each other's body, remembering every spot from perfect memory.

He felt the hands disappear from entangling in his hair and sliding down under his shirt to push it up and run them up his abdomen. He was burning alive, the cool metal against his hand only reminding him of how badly he wanted this. Yao found his mouth again and slid is tongue along his bottom lip until he was granted access, hands sliding through silver-blonde hair as the body settled and pressed down between his legs.

Large hands fumbled with his shirt, Russia finding it aggravating that it was easier putting on himself then taking it off someone else. He succeeded in getting the buttons to co-operate with him and pushed the shirt away from the heaving chest, noticing how short o breath they both were. Sensing that he was watching him, China tried to pull him closer so he wouldn't feel embarrassed.

Deciding this would not fly and he really wanted to fry his brain he stopped, pinned China beneath him, and took in the sight. Lips parted, red arousing flush across his skin, hair splayed across the sheets in a sexy mess, and his shirt falling off of the graceful form. Every coherent thought fizzed out and he stared mesmerized. He didn't care what he looked like, but he did notice he was getting the same treatment. Eyes darkened by lust raked over his body and he couldn't help but notice how his lover bit his bottom lip as he stared at him.

He descended upon him again, quickly bypassing his chest and stomach down to where the other man was painfully aroused. He took no time in possessing that as well, the gasp and then a drawn out moan coming from above him spurring him on. A hand flew to the sheets, fingers trying to find perchance in the material.

"Iv-AHH-nngh!" He would have grinned from being able to cut off the older nation, but he was a little preoccupied. "I need… yh…" China panted out above him, trying very hard to keep the half-scream from erupting from his throat. "Oh…"

He reluctantly pulled away when the smaller nation pushed at his shoulders. He stared up at him, drinking in the hot half-lidded look on Yao's face. He could have sworn he saw those lips form some sort of wordless plea. He crawled up further; pressing open-mouthed kisses all over his chest as shaking hands undid the zipper on his pants. Once that was done and his lover couldn't push them away any further he sat up, pulled both remaining articles of clothing down and off.

Yao had turned onto his side and reached over to grab something from the beside-table. Ivan trailed his lips up his exposed thigh, pushing the remaining material of the white shirt out of the way. He had just started biting down to leave a mark right below the pelvic bone that jutted out before him when the Chinese nation pushed the bottle into his hands.

He didn't even have to look; instead he continued to place the mark there. The cap on the bottle popped open and rubbed a generous amount into his fingers. He rubbed the ring of muscle teasingly before pushing Yao onto his back and spreading his legs to get better access. The first finger slipped in, and the golden-eyed lover moved back against it, his breath hitching in his throat in the same way as before. He pushed another in, feeling the muscle close in around him and listening to the wanton cries of the older nation.

He slipped the fingers out, and pulled Yao's waist towards him. He glided along the covers, the shirt riding up even further and his long silken hair brushing across the mattress like the wisps of a paint brush. The lithe frame under him let his hands un-fist and slip down with him until he was almost sitting against his lap, the scene before him made him smile. It was the little displays of strength, and how small Yao was, that made Ivan worry China would shy away again. Instead he saw a mix of emotions pass those eyes as he slid towards of them, none of them being even close to fear.

The Asian let Ivan maneuver his legs and hips so he could move into him. Once he pressed against the entrance he slammed in, watching as China arched off the bed and threw his head back into the pillows, gasping out illogical moans. He pulled out and pushed back in, picking a fast pace and finding the smaller nation appreciated this by the sounds he was making. He had moved into the familiar position so he could relentlessly thrust into his prostate. His fiancé grabbed his shoulders and nearly smashed their mouths together, only stopping the kiss when he almost bit down on Ivan's bottom lip

He groaned, feeling the pleasure in his stomach starting to coil tighter and tighter. His heavy breaths matching Yao's and he wrapped his hand around the leaking erection, precum dripping down his hand to make the strokes smoother. He felt the other nation contract around him, and he was mere seconds behind him when his orgasm hit. He fell forward, his forehead resting against the other's heartbeat. Moaning out China's name and pretty sure that as his whole vision had a whiteout, he heard his too.

When he was finally able to remember his name he flipped onto his back, surprised that just as he was going to pull Yao closer, the other man got up off the bed. He watched him wrap the shirt around himself and then he looked left, right, and finally into the walk-in closet. He was already trying to fix his hair, and ignoring the mess he was making as he wandered around. A minute later he heard some shuffling and the bed-messed nation crawled back onto the mattress with a dark navy box. He crossed his arms across Ivan's chest with the box, and then placed it right in front of his hands. Warm golden eyes watched as the Russian reached for the box, opened it, and pulled out a golden band with a square ruby as the center. It must have been an imperial's ring at some point, because golden dragons curled in on either side, mouths open to devour the ruby. He had the strange feeling that this was a very important ring.

And it fit. Which seemed to relieve the Chinese representative.

He reached forward and pushed the long, dark hair out of his face and then took a strand and brought it to his lips to graze it gently. The smaller nation followed the path that strand took and pressed another kiss against Ivan's mouth. He crawled on top, legs straddling him on either side of his waist, and kissed him again, and again.

"Don't think we're stopping there." He whispered against his lips, "you still have a lot to make up for."

xXx

China would never admit it to anyone, but it wasn't Russia who initiated cuddling. As embarrassing as it was, Yao had been the one who breached that barrier. Neither of them ever said anything about it either, as if speaking about their affectionate sides would ruin the mood. The elder nation always found himself moving so that he could rest his head against the taller man's chest, one arm reaching across to find Ivan's opposite hand. He'd find it interesting to watch their hands intertwine, at first looking like he was studying the broad hand he had captured in his own, and then finally lacing the digits together to rest on his personal pillow's stomach. They would fall asleep like that, with amber eyes fluttering shut, always amazed at how small his hand looked compared to the one that enveloped it.

Today wasn't any different. The blonde lifted his arm once he had caught his breath, and the dark-haired man slipped under it, worming his way until he was half lying on his lover. Russia felt a graceful hand sliding across his chest seeking out his arm and fingertips following the length down. Once he reached his palm, the other would lift the muscled appendage and let him do as he intended.

They lay there like that for quite a few minutes, the Russian drifting into a warm haze. He moved his arm that normally wrapped around the lithe Chinese shoulders and began idly playing with the silken black strands. He pulled his bangs from his face, and then ran his hands down through the poker straight hair. He hoped his fiancé would always keep his hair at this length; he loved the way it felt. He was pretty sure the older immortal had long-since caught on to his fixation either way. Sometimes pulling his hair-band out before his violet-eyed lover was even close enough to do it himself. He used to tease him with it all the time, pulling the tie and letting the dark-ink wisps slip out slowly during a meeting, before casually pulling all of his hair back from his nape and re-doing it. All the while his eyes would be fixed on Russia, as if daring him to lunge across the table and yank it back out.

"Ivan?" He felt the body on top of his shift slightly, and he wouldn't have heard the voice had he not felt the cheek against his collar move.

"Hmn?" He replied, trying to blink the sleep out of his eyes as he realized the other man wanted to talk. He angled his head downwards and watched as the oriental nation began tracing small designs on his wrist with his thumb.

"We should probably wear red, aru." He suggested randomly, and Ivan couldn't decipher the tone as anything else but sleepy. He thought about the statement for a moment, and then realized what the other nation was talking about. Nodding to show he heard Russia delved back into his hazy mind as he remembered this conversation from a few years ago, during one of the nights when they had humored each other into talking about wedding traditions. Back then it had been a fleeting dream they had amused themselves with, knowing that it would cause a riot had they actually decided to go through with it.

"If we were planning to do this traditionally then I would have bought both rings." Murmured the larger man. It was more of an afterthought than a conviction.

"And our parents would have done everything for us- so you see the problem."

Ivan wrinkled up his nose, surprised to find that the pulse of pain was still evident even days after the incident in Canada. He had really been banking on a traditional one. Perhaps not with the gifts between families or the house-hold superstitions though. He really wanted to do this right; he was the representation of Russia, after all. What kind of nation would he be if he didn't do a wedding typical to his culture? Then again, China had been around for centuries, and his celebrations had changed just as vastly. If the Asian could give up most of his rituals, he supposed he could to.

"At least you don't have to pay a random." His fiancé reminded him, shifting his position so he could look up into his face. "And we do have some similar traditions." He paused, tilting his head to the side as a thought struck him. "I suppose we could just ignore all the 'home' rites and the ones that contradict each other." He sounded reluctant to admit it. Ivan could only assume that centuries of strict religion in China had something to do with it. For someone who had lived his whole life praying to gods, giving up something so important to him would be stressful.

"I suppose that seems fair." Still playing with his fiancé's hair, he looked up at the ceiling and tried to remember all the basic rites that he could. "So, that leaves the purification bath, a tea offering, and the glass breaking at the reception, signing the registry, and stealing..."

"Stealing...? Oh right, if one of us gets taken away we have to pay the 'captors'." He huffed, blowing the bangs out of his eyes as he thought about it. "I'm going to have to pay Francs, I can already see it aru."

The rumble of laughter was contagious, and Yao couldn't help but smile as he felt the violet-eyed man chuckle beneath him. They both knew once France figured out that tradition they'd be hiding from him all night. Neither of them was tired anymore, instead solely focused on planning the inevitable ceremony.

"The fact that we don't have parents cuts out at least four of the six etiquette." Admitted the Chinese man, his mouth pressing into a firm line when he realized how much of the traditions he wouldn't be able to participate in.

He was always pleasantly surprised to find how many entertaining traditions there were in Russia. He was not surprised at all to hear about the shot of vodka at the reception. He could almost see that one being created by his soon-to-be husband. Yao was also still very set on including the offering to the gods, as well as the purification rituals. Russia supposed he could also let his smaller lover cover the food part. It was an obsession he didn't share, so he would be fighting over who planned it pointlessly. He knew he could trust China to incorporate his tastes into the feast as well. It wasn't like he minded traditional mandarin food either.

The conversation went until much later on in the evening. Neither realizing how late it had become until they had ironed out most of the problems two different religions could face at one wedding. The ceremony itself was going to be very simple and modern, much to both of their dislikes. They just couldn't incorporate everything they wanted, so in the end, it was before and after the actual wedding where they were able to add their traditions. Russia did not like the sound of being up at dawn on their first day married, and China was embarrassed to find they had to literally make out in front of everyone. Still, they promised to do it, because it was important to their partner.

Yao did get his way more though, but Ivan was pretty sure he'd end up making up for that later. It was very superstitious to not properly plan the date of the wedding. Russia wanted it to be as soon as possible, but the smaller nation refused. He needed to decipher the best day for both of them using their birthdays. The taller man decided it was probably better not to say anything about the fact that their birthdays weren't the same as the day of their creation.

Either way, much debate, bribing, and stubborn compromising later, it was four in the morning.

With one last thing to discuss.

"So Belarus and Korea will be sent invitations to the wrong wedding but right reception, da?"

"My thoughts exactly, aru."

XXX

Yes, I know, this is not my full capabilities as a writer. In fact I'm a little disappointed in this one; however I kinda like it as a fluffy story on its own. I go through phases of fantastic writing and then I go through phases where I want to write but it comes out not as sophisticated. Then again, this one started off light-hearted and the song I listened to that gave me the inspiration was also very hip-hop and happy. I guess with that in mind, I have to say it's not the worst I've ever written.

I know the ending was kind of rushed, and China should have been mad at him longer but I found that I wanted to wrap it up and it would just be another few pages of angst before he forgave him… The ending part there is rather random, but I did all this research on Chinese and Russian weddings so I wanted to put it somewhere…

I really enjoy this couple /third favorite in the hetalia fandom/ and every time I write them I find I put much more effort into making them three-dimensional and not just the simple characters they are on the episodes. I end up adding the 'Aru' and 'Da's at the end just before I'm done tweeking it.

PTSD and Panic Attacks. You can tell I know what they look like, eh?

If anyone would like to read the France and England one, if they like that couple, say so in your review. The RussiaxChina wedding is in there. I could even just put it on my livejournal and then link it in my reply.

/Crosses fingers and hopes that this was an ending worthy of all the reviews she received/

Thanks again! I hope the holidays are wonderful to you all and you continue to spoil me by reading my other stories.