Disclaimer: I still don't own anything.

AN: This is a Russia/China oneshot for white moon dragon of light.

Historical References: The Revolution of 1911 (in China) overthrew the Qing Dynasty and the Chinese people created the Republic of China. This was their attempt at democracy. The first president was Dr. Sun Yixian, who created the Three Principles of the People (democracy, nationalism, livelihood-the industrial revolution). This failed, because China (like many other nations who attempted democracy) had no experience with democracy. The country fell into turmoil until 1949, when Mao Zedong took control of the country and turned China communist. This isn't actually a huge part of the story, I just felt like giving a histroy lesson. Read and enjoy!

It started off casual enough. They'd go out for drinks. China and Russia weren't really even friends. All it had to do with was proximity. Of course, when you haven't got anything, whoever's closest will do.

There then was the point when it all changed.

China became communist in 1949.

Yao Wang was in shock. He wandered around his home, not really thinking about anything. The country had been in turmoil for about thirty years. Now, it suddenly had a government, a government that Russia proved was stable. He didn't think about the rumors of purges and killings. A stable government was what Yao thought about.

The phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Yao, it's me, Ivan."

"Oh, hello Ivan."

"Let's go for a drink," Ivan said simply.

"Shall I meet you were we normally go, aru?"

"No…come over to my place."

"All right."

Yao knocked on Ivan's door a bit later. Lithuania opened the door, cautious as ever. He tried to smile as he congratulated Yao. The smile looked out of place and didn't meet Toris's eyes.

Ivan stood in a cool, open room. He gestured to the bottles on the table. "Pick your poison."

After a few cups in silence, Ivan spoke again. "Congratulations."

"On what, aru?"

"You're communist, Comrade."

Yao didn't know how to respond, so he said, "Yes."

They clinked their drinks together.

Ivan said, "You and I…we are the first."

Yao nodded, afraid to interrupt him. There was something unnerving about the look in Ivan's face.

"The others will see. They think it's strange and wrong, but they'll see. Communism is the only way. The world will change. They will see the errors of their ways. They shall all become communist. Everyone will become one with Russia, da?"

Yao drained his glass. Ivan must have drunk a lot to be talking about world domination.

"Comrade?"

He realized Ivan was speaking to him. "Yes?"

"You said you missed Kiku."

"Yes…I said that a while ago, aru."

"He and Alfred are very close."

Yao knew better than to question Ivan. He obviously wasn't thinking clearly. He must have drunk at least ten bottles of vodka before Yao's arrival to be this drunk. It took a lot to get the large Russian drunk.

Ivan had been pacing around the room and suddenly sat down next to Yao. He was very, very close to Yao. He didn't speak but studied Yao. Yao avoided his eyes. His eyes were crystal clear and not fogged by alcohol. There was something unnerving about it. There was also something else that Yao could feel growing inside of him. Another emotion, a drastically different feeling.

Ivan murmured something.

"What, aru?" Yao asked.

Ivan traced a finger along Yao's jaw line. "You look good in red."

Ivan leaned forward. Startled, Yao jumped up, dropped the cup, and ran from the room. He ran through the kitchen, past Lithuania and Estonia and Latvia, who stared curiously at him. He pushed open the back door and didn't stop moving until he was in what must have been an orchard when it was warmer. It was freezing, snow on the ground in large piles and falling in large flakes from the sky. Yao leaned against a bare tree, a hand upon his chest, feeling his heart beat.

What was wrong? Why had he run? Well, Russia had gotten much too close. It was sort of a natural reaction to run from Russia. He was a huge nation.

Actually, the question that kept running through Yao's mind was: why did I want that so very, very much?

He heard heavy footsteps. Usually he could move silently, but when Ivan was drunk, he didn't bother. Yao turned around.

"What's wrong?" Ivan asked.

"N-Nothing, aru," Yao answered, shivering slightly.

"You ran away, comrade."

Yao nodded, crossing his arms in front of him. His heart was still pounding in his ears.

"Why?"

Yao blushed and looked down. "I t-told you, aru. It's n-nothing."

Ivan cupped Yao's face in his hands.

"Y-Your hands are cold," Yao said, feeling his cheeks redden all the same. He tried to think of something, anything else. "What the—"

Ivan pulled Yao into a tight embrace. Yao struggled, but to no avail.

"You're cold," he explained, with all the innocence of a child.

Yao stopped struggling. Though Ivan was cold, he was warmer than the air, which was an improvement. As Yao stopped moving, Ivan wrapped one arm firmly around the smaller man's waist. His other hand stroked the black hair. Yao looked up at Ivan.

Ivan's lips were against his. He tasted like vodka and something sort of sweet. It was a gentle kiss. Ivan pulled away.

"Why did you run away if you wanted it?" Ivan asked.

Yao struggled to find an answer. "W-Who said I want—"

Ivan kissed him again. Ivan's tongue ran against Yao's bottom lip, asking for entrance. Impatient, he bit down on, causing Yao to gasp—and open his mouth. Yao couldn't even deny it in his mind.

The next morning, when he awoke with Ivan, Ivan whispered, "I always liked you in red."

AN: This was my first China/Russia. I had trouble characterizing China and Russia was being difficult, so I made him drunk. And the fluff is bad. Gomen nasai.