Chapter7: Bloodless
Beijing, 7 A.M.
The last few hours resonated in China's mind like a forgotten, then rediscovered dream. "Mm Ivan…" He turned over in his bed, wrapping his arm around the other man. "Ah-?" He did not feel the muscled arms of the Russian. Instead, his hands came to rest around America's tanned shoulders. "Ugh, England will kill me for sure." He muttered as Alfred pulled him closer. "You need to get back to work, yes?" He whispered, with irritation. The Chinese rolled out of the bed and began rummaging around the messy covers for Alfred's clothes. He found a sock here, a belt there, but not quite everything… He threw whatever he found into the blonde's reluctant hands. "Ayii- Where did you put your pants? I can't find it!" He dug around frantically for the elusive article of clothing.
"It's right here." Alfred pointed to the floor right next to him. He dumped the clothes in his arms on top of his trousers in a messy pile. "I'm so not going to work today." He flopped back onto the bed on his stomach. "Besides," He pouted, propping his face up with his arms and looking up at China. "Who cares what that tea addict thinks?" The American moaned lazily in mock disgust, tugging on Yao's arms. "On top of that, I'm tired." He whined, staring at China with azure puppy dog eyes. "No way." The Chinese crossed his arms. "It's your fault we had to stay up last night." He surveyed the American carefully. He was on the thin side, with muscled that were well toned and defined, but not as much as Russia's. His skin was a golden brown that now glistened with cold sweat. Yao smiled wistfully. He had remembered, not long ago, he and Ivan would taunt America's chubby build. Perhaps that had motivated Alfred to lose some weight? "Ivan…" China whispered in a hushed exhalation. This was not the time to dwell on the past.
"I'm hungry-!" America's voice jolted China out of his trip down the memory lane. "So? You should cook breakfast, don't you think?" He retorted back, joking and half expecting the capitalist to go reheat a burger or create some concoction of unnatural color. 'He eats like a pig.' Yao thought, chuckling. 'Like a capitalist pig.' But, he mused, how does he keep fit like that?' China glanced shyly at Alfred's stomach. 'A dazzling six pack, huh.' He commented bitterly in his mind. The Russian too has such a body, even though the communist duo was known for their notoriously unhealthy lifestyle.
"Breakfast? No problem! Let me borrow your kitchen for a sec, okay?" America dashed out of the room before he even finished the sentence. Yao immediately regretted letting the Yankee take over when he heard all sorts of odd clattering coming from outside. 'Oh bother.' China absentmindedly lay on the bed again, staring at the empty space where Alfred was last night, whimpering and reaching for the Chinese over and over again. Each time he did, the communist pulled him close and hugged him tight, kissing away the tears of pain, dissolving them in sweetness. They had stayed up all night in such a manner, sharing each other's pain and joy. In that short moment, they felt… complete.
"Whoa! " Alfred's shouts snapped the Asian back to reality. The acrid scent of smoke pressed upon his nose. Yao got up and ran to the kitchen, startled. As he skidded into a halt in the doorway of what was perhaps the largest room in his house, he almost bumped into the American carrying a tray of… mildly burnt pancakes with various topping on it. "Oh, hey!" Alfred smiled, giggling. "Did you ever try making pancakes in a wok? It's impossible, I tell you!" The blonde's face was a mess. His hair was singed, and it was obvious that his fingers were injured. "I'm sorry the pancakes were burnt." He said sheepishly, pouting.
The corner of Yao's mouth twitched in amusement. Was he honestly apologizing about the food? He picked out a strawberry from the mound of whipped cream and popped it into his mouth. He grinned as he chuckled. "No," He pecked America on his cheeks. "I think it's perfect."
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