Little Prince
By SaneXLunatic
Elizaveta, Love Doctor(ess?)- 4
Hi, hi, another chapter for ye annoying people. (JK, I love you all :3)
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A couple of days later, Ivan fidgeted uncomfortably in his white Kosovorotka and dress pants. He sighed. "Getting dressed is so troublesome, don't you think, Yao?" The albino prince was sitting on the edge of Yao's bed, waiting for his tutor to finish getting dressed. A grunt from behind Yao's dressing screen; then he laughed.
"What, aru? No, no, I consider dressing up… special. It's for a special occasion aru." "Oh." Ivan was slightly disappointed; he'd thought Yao would agree wholeheartedly with him. "I see." Yao laughed again, and Ivan smiled. His laugh was beautiful. "My little sister, Mei-Mei, and my little brother, Kiku, don't really like getting dressed up aru."
He stepped out from behind the screen, smiling at Ivan. The little prince grinned widely then, and got up to hug his tutor. "Yao, you look very nice." His tutor blushed slightly and waved a too-long sleeve at him. "Oh, don't say that, aru. Xie xie…" He added, much quieter than before.
Ivan caught it anyway. He hugged Yao tightly around the waist. "You're welcome!" Yao's blush darkened a tad, but he distracted the twelve year old with a pat on the head and little stories about Kiku and Mei-Mei while Ivan led him to the ballroom.
They got there, and Ivan dragged Yao over to where Elizaveta was standing, holding the hand of a dark-haired man, who was a little taller than her, with a blue suit on. He was scowling slightly.
"Oh, Ivan!" Elizaveta waved as soon as she saw him. Ivan grinned and dragged Yao by the hand over to her. "Hi, Elizaveta! This is Yao, and Yao, this is my friend, miss Elizaveta, princess of Hungary." Yao smiled and bowed. "I'm his tutor aru… Ah…" The dark haired man beside Elizaveta left, sighing, and Ivan thought maybe it had something to do with the fact she was trying to help Ivan and Yao… get together…?
Yao glanced questioningly at Ivan, and he grinned. "I just wanted to you meet miss Elizaveta." "Oh." Elizaveta giggled and clapped her hands. "Well, you can leave now, I just wanted to meet you." Yao gave her a slightly odd look, but left anyway, heading to the balcony. He'd said he didn't really want to dance that night, as he only knew Chinese dances, and balls weren't his thing.
When Yao was out of earshot, Elizaveta grabbed Ivan's hands and squeezed slightly. "You've got yourself a good guy!" She squealed, grinning. Ivan blushed slightly and shook his head. "W-we're in the middle of… Oh, forget it." She laughed and patted his head. "Looks like you'll have to wait 'til you're older. Just tell him, y'know, just… say it." And then she let go of his hands to disappear into the crowd.
Ivan sighed and pouted slightly, then went off to find Yao. He was skating through the hallways, having taken off his shoes a while ago, when he heard Yao's voice as well as a very familiar other voice touched with a British accent.
The albino frowned slightly and ducked behind a pillar. Their voices were moving closer, closer to where he stood, so he thought of running for it and risking trouble for eavesdropping.
He decided to just stand still and listen, but he wanted to yell at Arthur for trying to steal away his Yao. Ivan was shaken out of his murderous thoughts when Yao laughed. He laughed! With Arthur! Ivan pouted.
How could beautiful, perfect Yao laugh with that jerk who dared call himself a gentleman?
Ivan huffed, then clapped his hands over his mouth. He hadn't had an exactly 'good' experience with Arthur as his tutor, and thus didn't like the Brit. "-so, love, how have you been with… Ivan?" The child in question was tempted to stomp his foot, but didn't.
He heard the stiff-looking black fabric of Yao's shirt sleeves rustle, Arthur's soft yelp, and Yao's giggle. "Oh, don't talk like that aru! He's very sweet!" Arthur snorted, and from the tone of Yao's voice, Ivan knew he was pouting.
"That's not gentlemanly, aru! He is very sweet aru!" Arthur laughed, and Ivan wanted to punch him in the face all over again.
"Okay, love, whatever you say." Ivan bristled and stomped out from behind his pillar, coming face-to-face with a surprised Yao and a rather sheepish yet still surprised Arthur.
"Stop calling him 'love'!" He yelled, stomping on of his feet. Yao blushed slightly and took a step back. "Ivan! I thought you were in the ballroom, aru!" "Now, wait just a minute!" Arthur said, impressively thick eyebrows furrowing slightly.
"What are you trying to say?" Ivan stomped his foot again, yet not as hard as he had the first time. "I'm saying; 'keep away from my Yao!'. Katyusha fired you a long time ago!"
Arthur's eyebrows furrowed even more. "You can't tell me that!" Ivan stuck his tongue out at Arthur. "I can too! I'm the prince! I tell you what to do. Not the other way around!"
Then, feeling very upset all over again that Yao was standing beside Arthur and not him, he turned and ran from the hall to his bedroom.
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A/N: Oooh, is Ivan jealous? Heheh…
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Yao wore this, by the way:
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Btw- I know Yao isn't going to Kung Fu practice or whatever. I just thought it looked nice!
P.S. – I was tired writing this chapter.