Scarlet Stars Chapter 4: Day Two, January, a hetalia - axis powers fanfic

After I had conceived all of my evil plans, made cannibal cupcakes (and packaged them away in goody boxes), and cleaned up the place, it was almost time for me to get dressed, get on the road and head to my next concert a few cities over. That was about when I realized that I just couldn't manage my career on my own. I needed to get a new manager, and quick. Problem was, I had to keep them out of the Cannibal Cupcakes (yes, that's what I'm calling them; just not publicly) and I couldn't tell them about what happened to Old Scarface.

That was really going to be the hard part. Technically and theoretically, I couldn't exactly hire a new career manager until I had a logical explanation as to what happened to my first one. And I couldn't exactly tell them I killed her and made cupcakes out of her and eight other people. In my mind, the analogy for this is more like trying to speak Russian when you only know French. You either spend a lot of time on trying to find a way, or you deem it impossible and pack your bags.

At this rate, I really wanted to take the second option, but I needed to take the first if I wanted to do anything with my career. The problem was, again, finding a logical explanation for her no longer being with me or simply just not being my manager, along with finding someone to replace her and hoping they actually fall for whatever little tale I weave. Then there was also the fact that (aside from the entire reason I killed her in the first place) Reneè was a wonderful manager, and knew exactly what she was doing and how to handle my career.

But if there was one thing I knew, I needed to find a replacement- and quick!

"Again, I thank you so much for coming in on such short notice, Mr. Wàng."

"It's no trouble at all. And, please, call me Yào. Yours?"

"Oh, Arthur. Just... no nicknames."

After some scoping out for a few hours, I eventually found myself in the company of Yào Wàng, a Chinese immigrant who could all too easily be mistaken for a female instead of what he really was. There was really no 'first things first' thing the second he walked through the door; there was just a lot of introduction and explanation. The talks weren't all boring, because we threw in little jokes and ideas as we spoke. It reminded me of my times with Reneè, but I will admit that I don't miss her at all now.

"So... I know the public's favourite song that ever came from 'the wonders of Arthur Kirkland', according to charts, comments, and the number of likes on the music video. But the question forming inside my head at the moment is... what about you? What is your favourite song of yours?"

"Well, that does tend to vary a bit. But my favourite at the moment is a more recent one I wrote that I played at my most recent concert- the one in Avignon?- but I haven't released it on an album as of yet."

"Would you mind playing it for me?"

"No sir," I responded, resisting the urge to joke around and call him 'ma'am' as I picked up my guitar, laying safely in its wicked awesomely decorated leather case. It looked like a British flag, except Reneè had used a permanent marker to write some of my song lyrics in the lines, so that way it looked like it was made for me. And it did. The guitar herself was awesome, too, but you already know what she looks like.

I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my green guitar pick, beginning to sing as I played:

Feel it run down your hands with every slide... The inside instinct that you just can't hide...

The blood drops, the screaming, it doesn't make me cry! I have bloodlust and I want to end a life! Taking a countdown, there's no way to resist! 'Cause I'm a killer, baby, and you're the next one on my hit list.

Hearing tortured screams only makes me crave more, I need more bloodshed, let the drops hit the floor. The total count of bodies; it goes up every day! Now I am wanted, but I'm still here to stay!

When I looked up at Yào, his jaw was dropped, and he was entirely speechless. In all honesty, I had expected a reaction along these lines, considering the song just wasn't ny normal style. The problem was, I didn't know what he was going to say to me when he regained his ability to speak to me.

It was three or four minutes later when he did. "Wow. The feeling I was getting from that... it was like a combination of Disturbed and Evanescence."

If there was I thing I knew, in my mind (along with in the pit of my stomach) that was the reaction I least expected from a man like Yào. But it was exactly what I was thinking, too. And that's just what I told him. word for word.

"That's exactly what I was thinking, Yào!"

He smiled. "Wow, we do have a lot in common!"

Then we started talking. And I pulled out beer and then we were drinking and talking, but we never got drunk in the process. But the next thing I knew, I had taken Yào into my private bedroom and our clothes ended up in a pile on the floor while we laid next to each other.

Yào panted. "...wow."

I panted, as well, unable to catch my breath. "Wow... what?"

"That... was great. I... I never..."

"Me neither."

He smiled, still panting as he pulled me close, putting his head and upper torso on top of my own. He kissed my shoulder.

"Can we make this work?"

"Yes. It also makes it... much easier to work as the manager and the managed."

He smiled, giving a curt nod and a kiss on the forehead to follow.