Hetalia Theory Series

Chapter 4:

Yao


"Aiya! Watch where you're going, aru!" Yao shouted from where he sat on the kitchen floor. The man holding a pot rolled his eyes and walked away. Yao sat up, picking up the remains of the glass cup he dropped. He winced as he cut himself. Yao walked over to the bin and threw the remains in. Yao stared at the messy kitchen and groaned. The kitchen was total chaos. Many chefs and cooks were running around the kitchen, holding pots filled with soups, and magnificent dishes. A woman ran into Yao, making him groan in pain. It was enough the owner of the restaurant beats him, now the staff are too? Yao walked over to the sink and begun to wash plates and cups. He was screaming in his mind, as the pain in his hand was overpowering him.

Yao wiped his hands with the red towel and stared at his hands. His skin was peeling away and he had small gashes. Yao bit his lip and looked away. "Oi! Ching Chong! Start preparing the steamed vegetables!" His boss shouted. Yao ignored the hurtful remark and walked to the ingredient fridge, and took some vegetables. He also grabbed a pan. Yao walked back inside the kitchen, and turned on the stove top. He noticed that there was a lot of commotion in the kitchen. But as usual, Yao ignored it.
"AHH! CRAP!" A female shouted.

Yao looked over to see a woman on the floor, covered in soup. She was crying and clutching her ankle. The young Chinese boy felt sorry for her, and he put down everything he held, on the counter top. Yao walked over to her and knelt beside her. "Are you alright, aru?" Yao asked. The unknown lady glared at him.
"This is all your fault!" She shouted. "Why the hell wouldn't you put cautions signs, you moron?!" The woman stood up and slapped him. "Do your job right, you stupid immigrant!" She then walked away, her long black hair swaying beautifully.

Yao held his cheek in shock, the pain still there. Aiya! That woman sunk her nails into me! He thought, slowly standing. He continued to mop the filthy floor and ignored the stinging in his hands. "Good thing she slapped you. I have half a mind to slap you, as well." Yao's boss snickered. Yao, as always, ignored the rotten man, and continued his job. He heard screaming and shouts of alarming, but he tuned them out. They're probably shouting because of something stupid...aru! Yao thought. Two chefs ran past him, flailing their arms around.

"RUN!" Yao's boss shouted, knocking Yao to the floor. The Chinese boy was kneeling on the ground, staring at his bruised hands. He heard a lot of noise behind him, so he whipped around and stared in shock. Flames where soaring to the ceiling, smoke and fire engulfing the room. Yao looked around to see everyone had ran away. He coughed as the black smoke surrounded him. Yao ran over to the door, trying to escape and get outside.

It's...stuck?! Yao shouted in his head. He tried to break down the door but to no avail. The door was lodged with something, or looked from the outside. Yao turned around to see the flames coming closer. He ran over to the fire extinguisher. Yao attempted to put out the flames but failed in doing so, the flames were too strong. He had lost all hope by then. Yao coughed and looked over at the window. It was too small to climb out of. Maybe I can open the window, so that the smoke will go, aru! And so I can breathe...aru. Yao ran over to the window, barely dodging flames. Are you kidding me, aru?! The window was also locked. Yao picked up the fallen fire extinguisher and tried to smash the window.

It's all over, right aru? Yao questioned. He watched as his dirty shirt caught on fire. Yao didn't even bother to put the flame out. He chuckled deeply as he slid to the floor. Yao fell into a deep sleep, never to come back.

"At least I'll be in a better place, aru..."


This next theory is that Yao/China was a child laborer, who worked in a restaurant. He died in a structure fire. That's why he has good cooking skills.