Watching the heavy snow blanket the world in white, China clutched his knees closer to his chest. Shadows danced over his face as the flames flickered. China paid the fire no mind; he was transfixed by the raging snowstorm outside. It was frightening as it was beautiful. The world outside was pure white, unmarred or tainted by the dirtiness that was mankind. It reminded him of how life use to be- simple but fulfilling. Now, nothing can remain unsullied except for where fresh snow falls. It saddened him. Soon even here it'll be dyed in red and black as thousands upon thousands of soldiers fall, making this winter wonderland their finally resting place. China shivered. Perhaps that was why he thought this place was frightening despite it being so tranquil amidst this horrible war they were all apart of. It was so quiet. The snow fell in droves. Nothing but snow fell from the sky and yet not a sound was heard. When it rains, there is thunder. When it quakes, there are rumbles, but when it snows…nothing. As if reading his morbid thought, across from him, Russia started humming a very happy but chaotic tune.

Faster and faster the melody went- up and down, twirling, spiraling, faster, faster; China felt his heart beat racing along with the song and just when the rushing of his blood filled his ears, the melody became soft and light- just peaceful. China let out a breath he did not know he was holding. He was mistaken to relax though. Slowly but surely the melody picked up again, going higher and higher, reaching for the peak, in a frenzy now then…just stopped. China's uneven breathing matched the erratic segment of the song Russia was humming. China clenched his fist, continuing to stare out at the opening of the cave, his face turned away. So many emotions running against the quiet backdrop of nothingness, it was driving him insane. He felt more than heard the Russian take a breath to continue the deranged music.

"Stop it!" China shouted, snapping his flashing eyes and flushed face to glare at Russia, "Just stop it!"

Russia's hand stopped poking at the embers with a stick to look up at his southern neighbor, innocent curiosity written all over his face, "You didn't like my version of Petrushka, Comrade Yao? It's so funny though. The puppet dies in the end."

China said nothing but continued to glare. The fire crackled, sending sparks flying in the air between them. Russia placed his folded hands on his crossed knees, meeting China's hate filled gaze with a smile.


In reference to TarantellaEarth's "Assimilation" this is how I view the start of their relationship. I already planned to write this about 6 months ago but then "Hide and Seek" and then "First Beyond Reason" got in my way. So...this story will forever be unwritten XD. I actually forgot how this story will go since I wrote this around October of 2009. I have lots of these unfinished drabbles. Another one concerning the fall of the Soviet and Yao coming in to comfort buuuuuuut since someone wrote that in kink_meme, I won't be posting that either. Sad that some of my fics die premature deaths lol.

The original author's note when I wrote this part of the drabble:

What made me want to write this story is the dynamics of their relationship. Totally ignoring history for a second here, their relationship wouldn't have begun or even started if Ivan hadn't initiated it. So what would it be like if he treated Yao like everyone else, like he wasn't someone special? Okay so there have been story where it's Russia tries to seduce China but not because he liked him but because he wanted to possess Yao instead and it was purely just lust. Yea...I don't do that. Although some of my stories may seem like that, in my head the characters themselves can't even distinguish between love and lust. Although then that begs the question why would Yao fall for Ivan's seduction if he didn't feel something for the Russian at all? He basically isolated himself for centuries and never fell for it before so why now? Why Russia? (Like I said this is ignoring history okay? I like to separate nation and characters into different things).