I'm so sorry this took so long to come out. I've been really busy. I went to Germany for a bit with my school, and I've got exam preparation and I've had to really get on with my life.
Well, this is a heads up. This chapter contains strong language and violence. I feel as though I could've written better but it's so hard to write this stuff when you're not in a bad mood.
I'm working on another story called One Day Like This which is probably going to be a one shot. And it's going to be happy.
Anyways, please enjoy the next instalment of Build A Rocket Boys!
Build A Rocket Boys!
Hetalia AU fanfiction.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia Axis Powers. All characters (c) Hidekaz Himaruya
Chapter 4: Neat Little Rows
'Lay my bones in cobblestones
Lay my bones in neat little rows
Lay my bones in cobblestones
Lay my bones in neat little rows'
Lyrics from Neat Little Rows by Elbow
It was the last lesson of the day. And Yao knew that afterwards he could finally go home. However there was still one lesson and that was the lesson Yao really hated: P.E. (physical education). Mainly because he was so unfit. He used to be really flexible and very good at gymnastics. But of course it made him seem even more effeminate and then came the bullying, definitely some fun times for Yao.
Especially this lesson on this day made it worse. It meant being around people. Yao didn't want to be around people right now.
So the task was simple. Football. They were put into groups and told to play matches against each other. It had only been a few minutes in and Yao could already hear his 'teammates' whispering behind his back. But there was one person who was in the centre of all of it. Yao decided to approach him. "What're you doing here?"
"Hm~? I'm in Yao's team, am I not~?" Stupid, creepy, Russian kid…
"I-I…Y-Yeah…" Was all Yao could say. What he really wanted to do was shout and wipe that smug look off of that thing's face.
The first match was over and Yao's team had pathetically lost.
"God, you're useless!"
"I-I'm sor-"
"You can't even pass properly!"
"S-Sorry…"
"Why can't you kick the fucking ball?"
"I-I…"
"You let kicked the ball into our own goal? You're such a fob!"
"I-I didn't mean-"
"Run back to China little gay boy da~?"
…why…why? Why? WHY? WHY WAS THIS-
snap
"I-I don't…I DON'T GET IT ANYMORE."
Eyes were looking this way.
"What's WRONG with ME? WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?"
Choking tears.
"YOU'RE ALL A BUNCH OF PRICKS."
Heavy breathing. Vision blurred.
Yao pointed a finger at Ivan and took a deep breath. He couldn't quite see Ivan's expression. All he could see was a blurry figure. "You…You SON OF A BITCH. Nosey BASTARD. Why me? I haven't done anything to you! I haven't…I don't deserve…I did NOTHING WRONG." Yao's screams shook through the school.
The small Chinese boy collapsed to his knees. He hit the floor hard. Blood emerged from the newly formed cuts. And all that could be heard were Yao's sobs and the footsteps of teachers and friends. Yong Soo held Yao close to him, trying to stop the tears while whispering: "its alright." over and over in his ear. Arthur and Alfred rushed over the scene to try and comfort Yao while various pupils were harassing Ivan.
Ivan shoved them out of the way to look down at Yao"Weak boy. How dare-" Alfred's fist cut him off. Two teachers came for drag Ivan away and two others dragged Yao away to speak with him in private about what just happened.
After school, Yong Soo walked Yao back home. They said nothing. They did not look at each other. They did not smile.
They parted ways at Yao's door. Yong Soo smiled sadly and whispered a small goodbye. Yao only nodded in response. The taller boy walked off, glancing back to look at Yao, only to see he had disappeared inside of his house…his home
What is a house? A building. What is a home? A home is where a loving family lives. It is filled with happiness and kindness. Emotions are shared freely.
Yong Soo violently slammed the door of his house. It was a mess. It was a dump. It was…it was somewhere he didn't want to be. The smell of cigarettes and sex filled the air. He crept up to a door and opened it and grimaced at the sight before slamming it. Someone had been in his house. He gritted his teeth. Of course, anyone would think he was used to it. They would think he was used to the fact his dad left his mother who then became a wreck and spent her days drinking and her nights sleeping with various men.
But he wasn't.
Check the fridge. See if there's any food. Three days so far…empty. Yong Soo was surviving on the scraps in the house and any money he could…'find'. He looked down at his uniform "Too small…" He was a growing boy with a tight shirt and short trousers. No wonder he was picked on at school. That he got used to. They were only stupid little kids and were…easy to deal with.
He slumped down on his bed and shut his eyes tightly. The whole bloody house stank up to Heaven…but this was hell.
His eyes slowly fluttered open. He had time on his hands; he might as well do something than be stuck indoors all day. Yong Soo rolled off his bed and crawled on the floor, getting things and putting them in his school bag. Then, he stumbled to his almost empty closet and pulled out some of the only clean clothes he could find. And quickly changed He remembered his money as running out. Even though his mum quit her job, they were given money monthly by the government. It wasn't much but it would do. Then there was that money that his mum got from her so called 'job'.
Knock knock
"Who…?" Yong Soo nervously walked to the door, clutching his school bag. "Not mother…she shouldn't be home now…she would've used her keys…I hope it's Yao but…he never…I don't let…" Slowly, he opened the door. Before him stood a lady wearing tight clothing that revealed far too much skin. She had long, silky black hair and reeked of cigarettes, and Yong soo was ashamed to call her…
"Mother."
"What?" She obviously wasn't in the best mood.
"W-What're you doing here?" He mumbled as he was harshly pushed to the side.
"This is my home. I have a right to come back here fucking brat." She yelled as she slammed the door.
"I-I'm sorry I-I didn't mean it like that! But mother why are you upset?" Yong Soo tried to change the subject but then realised, it wasn't the best subject to change it to. "It's none of your fucking business! Stupid brat! Why didn't that fucking slut of a man take this wretched garbage with him?"
"Don't say that about him! If anyone is a slut it's you!" Tears streamed down Yong Soo's face as a hard hand slapped him across the face.
"What" One. "Did" Two. "You" Three. "Call" Four. "Me?" Yong Soo's face was red and his nose was bleeding. The tears streaming down his face washed the blood away. All he could feel was the pain of his own mother hitting him. Her screams of anger and his screams of pain and hurt, in turn seemed to drown each other out.
"You're useless!"
"You're a fucking wimp!"
"You should never have been born!"
"You're a fucking retard! I let you live in my house and yet you can't seem to get an 'A'!"
"I never wanted a child with some stupid bi-polar condition! I can't even afford to buy the fucking pills! Just diealready!"
"It's your fault he left me!"
"Get out of my house!"
And with that, the door was swung open and Yong Soo was pushed into the street. His mum uttered something under her breath before slamming the door. "P-Please let me back in! I'm sorry!" His tears and the noise his fists made as he punched the door drowned his words out. But it was hopeless. No response. This was it. He finally had nowhere to go. Still clutching his school bag, he stood up and wiped away some of the tears and the flowing blood. For once, he had a bit of clothing that wasn't horribly small for him, this shirt just had over sized sleeves. Perfect for hiding the blood and tears from sight.
The air started to turn cold. Yong Soo sat on a bench in a park. It was scattered with litter but it was almost empty, no one around to see him in this state. Maybe Yao would worry about him? He shook his head. As much as he tried, he never got Yao's full approval. It was all about Kiku. Kiku this, Kiku that. It drove him insane. Yong Soo pulled his knees up to his chest. Maybe he should pay Yao a visit? What would he say?
"Yong Soo? What 'cha doing here?" Who…? Yong Soo looked around to see Alfred grinning stupidly.
"…I just want to sit here…" His voice was horribly weak.
"Dude, are you okay? A-And you do know your nose is bleeding?" Alfred's smile quickly faded as he sat next to the Korean boy to take a closer look.
"I-I'm fine…" Yong Soo tried to lie.
"Your face is…bruised…did something happen?" Alfred pulled out some tissues and began to wipe away the blood.
"I-I…didn't mean to say those things…but mother…s-she…now I have no where to gp…" The Korean broke into tears, burying his face in his sleeves.
"Your mom did this?" The usually cheerful American's voice sounded unusually concerned. "I don't like seeing my friend like this…"
"But Yao doesn't care." A soft yet cold breeze swept by.
"What the fuck? Of course he would care!"
"He doesn't," Yong Soo turned to look at Alfred with soulless eyes, "Yao only has eyes for Kiku. Even though I try my best…he never looks at me…he has the eyes that see through me…I am…no one…"
"Why did you bring Yao into this?" Alfred's voice was mixed with confusion, sadness and anger. Why was he bringing Yao into this? How dare his mum abuse her only son! How dare he bring Yao into this when it has nothing to do with him!
"Because I love him."
Ooooooh cliffhanger~
Please look forward to the next chapter! Reviews are much appreciated (they keep my morale up!)~
-Lemonade from Darkness
Oh by the way, I'm planning on doing a historical fan fiction based on the events after WW1 in Germany. This includes the Treaty of Versailles, the Great Depression and other things that I have learned from my history lesson~ It's very interesting stuff and I hope to educate people in the subject!
