Chapter Seven: Damage & Rough territories
The seasons had changed, and all the snow had melted. Summer arrived with the time of war at hand. Around every corner there were only arrangements, no-one could be trusted.
All of the China underwent changes, many left their homes, while others like Yao stayed behind. He was still the same, but appearance slightly different. Somewhere along the lines both nations forgot their connections long since the empires.
"Here let me help you." Said Yao, pulling the other up to his feet and holding him over his shoulder, trying not to cause anymore of a scene. There was a mutual term where trust fell just short, of sides.
Russia pulled away from China while he slipped in and out of consciousness.
Ivan finally after sometime of fighting back laid still and blacked out. In slumber Ivan remembered several nights before staying at the hotel with his sister. A friend of his sister lent us a room in a hotel like setting with tons of rooms, and many others who attended them. Ivan and his sister stayed in the hotel for a couple of days. At the time Ivan acquired time to sneak out and in early mornings and late nights to track down the target. He stayed incognito before dark, staying away until night checking in with an household Inn keeper.
The night before they left the hotel, Ivan listened to his two-way radio, gaining a report about the target sent track down.
Russia's curiosity peaked at the two-way radio description, he was given.
The target was a recruit of Major Koll. One with an eye patch not much taller than himself. A man with a beard and a thin brute last seen wearing a red Margarine jacket. Another solider sighted, with a man wearing a white uniform, wielding a sword at the hip. A recent sighting thought one of the same men. That man smaller than the two wore a green jacket, and anthother wearing a red patch across his arm. It is not known if he was with or against the rest of the group, but cited with the Major was an older gentleman. The older man, was last noted wearing an olive-green uniform.
Ivan's mind flashed back, to the time he last seen China. Yao definitely wasn't any of the soldiers with that type of uniform. He then cast aside any thoughts of the intelligence report.
The two-way radio message died at the end of its transmission."They are the enemy, they will annihilated or captured upon sighting. That is all."
Could it be possible that as Ivan was order to track a target and a moving target as well? This was China, Yao had not only once known him since long ago, but he spared him, if not once, but twice since meeting him at the Kwoon. (Kung fu Studio)
Ivan froze in front of the two-way radio, someone like that... what if he was in fact the enemy? He was in fact the enemy and someone dealt with fighting alongside an elite team. His thoughts interrupted more by a knock at the door.
"Brother...big brother is everything alright with you?" Bella peeked into the hotel room from behind the door.
"Why do you ask?" Ivan wearily gave a grin, sitting upon the floor boards, covering his headsets just ending the transmission.
"You have not yet been away on your daily rounds. How goes the search?" Bella's voice lingered in Ivan's ear upon waking up later, in a different place than he could remember.
Ivan wasn't out for long, though drinking did that. He shot up in bed, eyes wide open in a cold sweat.
A dim light in a darkened room, candles lit the surface of two night stands on either side of the large bed. The room windows covered with layered simple white curtains. Ivan stepped out away from the bed pulling the silk rose sheets away from his bandaged chest.
"You are awake."
Russia grunted, and held the side of his head with a wince. "Barely." Wait... since when did he ever take off his father's coat or scarf? Ivan panicked both his pupils scanning the room, for his things. They were found to the end of the bed set aside in a chair.
Ivan took a deep breath in relief at first, not before turning to scold the other raising his voice. "Что случилось с вами? Они были подарком от отца зимой! Не трогай мои вещи!" (What's wrong with you?... They were a gift from father winter! Do not touch my belongings! )
"Ha, you remind me... of someone I use to know, and take care of." Yao, just laughed off Ivan's harshness. Somehow, China could see through him, and shook his head. He took a seat across from my bed in a velvet seat armchair. A clock from England perched just above them upon the wall , broke silence by ticking.
"Just who... would I remind you of?"Russia questioned in response and passed glare still upset.
"Were you in the shop that day I bought the jade dragon?" Yao, cut Russia's counterattack with another question, cutting him off.
"I did see how you, saved that boy at the shop, and how you appeared to enjoy that glass panda ornament."
"Tell me Ivan, have you seen the bitterness fighting can bring?"
Russia, could feel pain rise just across is the top of his stomach, and more leaking to the back of his mind. The things he had experienced, and those after an order to fall at the single line of fire. Those at risk of harming others or those who got mingled up in the bad in between. Both young and old all took effect. The thought of being separated from his family just at the beginning of the war.
Ivan placed a hand over his stomach staring at the floor trying the shake the images from his mind.
"How... dare you take them away from me!" Ivan bolted from the bed and snatched Yao up by the collar lifting him in the air. Yao yelped in surprise, trying to squirm away. The collar of his red margarine jacket mangled in the fist of the Russian nation.
Yao dangled his feet high above the wooden floor planks below them, nearly ripping his jacket, trying to escape from Russia's strong grasp.
There it was again, tension and distrustful wavers. Could things ever be settled, on a term of understanding?
"W-what are... you talking about Ivan?" Yao could see it in the way Russia trembled, his eyes were different. Ivan wasn't himself at the moment.
"I'll end this right here!" The Russian nation slammed the other nation upon a tall wooden carved dresser. In Ivan's other hand he wrapped clear around Yao's the neck.
"Russia wake up!" China, shouted at the other pulling away and kicking away from him. He gasped for air being held with his back pressed to the wall. Yao rubbed his sore neck taking notice where he kicked Ivan.
The bandages where China wrapped around Ivan's wound reopened, the one around his back and one around his arm. Both countries sat across from each other glaring and gritting teeth in pain. In the time Ivan snapped out of his relived experience, he hadn't noticed what trauma was caused. A puddle of blood laid seeping across the floor between the two nations.
Ivan let go of China and Yao pulled away taking notice before Russia of the reopened wound.
"What happened here?" Russia asked.
Yao's face folded back in a sneer as he coughed out, "I'm not so sure anymore..."
The larger nation fell over with dizziness loosening too much blood.
Russia woke hours later, with numb feeling in his back with new stitching and bandages. He looked down at his bare chest, also noticing a pair of beads around his neck.
The two nations had met before, both Yao and Ivan had known each other long before this war had come about. Though this was not something Russia was familiar with.
"What...is this?" Tugs at the beads trying to pull them off. Maybe a trick or bad charm of some sort...? Ivan thought.
Yao walked back into the room, "Don't take them off, it is part of your treatment."
Russia's eyes widened, "Treatment? I'll do no such thing!"
Pressure points were at large proven scars of the past. For each point of pressure upon his back there were two more in their place. Ivan had a lot of these. Though what Yao couldn't tell was that he too had pressure points due to tensions built up as well.
There was something about Ivan that Yoa couldn't ignore. Ivan tapped on the glass of the gold-fish tank, he smiled at the vibrant orange and silver scales upon the invertebrate's back. The larger gold-fish stared back at him with large dark eyes, it's tail swaying back and forth.
"Their tails are like silk curtains both captivating and beautiful, right?" Ivan continued to watch the tiny fish swim around in their tank eyes and hands stayed glued to the side of the glass.
"What is?" Yoa asked lifting off the ground to meet eyes with the larger Russian man.
Ivan gasped and winced as Yao, pressed a tender spot mid of his chest. They both froze as their eyes met, and heat rose to their faces.
Yao hardly noticed his hand had moved from Ivan's chest.
"Why do you look at me that way?" Ivan placed a gloved hand against China's hand graced against his chest.
Ivan lifted, his head to cup China's face in his large hands. He learned in claiming Yao's lips.
Yao stirred surprised by the action unsure of the others intention. At times Russia was a nation proved hard to read even for a nation who had known him for a while.
Uneasiness, melted away under each tough given. Ivan reached out and kissed the palm of Yao's hand. The fullness of his biceps under his fingertips, made him weak. Yao wanted to explore him more, but he bit his lip mentally cursing himself not to go any further.
The silent but eager eyes of the mysterious man begged him to keep going. Ivan placed a hand under his red margarine skirt still holding onto Yao's hand. The two unlocked hands lifting his Margarine uniform off together. Russia smirked undoing his belt and lowering himself. Hardened and bothered Yao's lip quivering his beath quicked. Licking the base of the swollen shaft, he kissed the tip. Each time his member entered his mouth, he looked away in a display of embarrassment and excitement. Ivan lowered his mouth and Yao opened his legs gasping for air. Ivan reached out for the other cupping him underneath, sucking and humming. Yao squirmed at the stickiness of Ivan's mouth slipping and releasing on his backside.
The silent exchange made with their eyes again. Are you sure? Ivan questioned, and Yao nodded and bit his lip.
Ivan lowered himself to ease into Yao. He slipped into him, going slow and then picking up the pace.
Yao gave way underneath Ivan gasping in with each meet. Relaxed and exhausted they both fell back into the silk rouge sheets.
Ivan looked over at China and over at the scars around Yao's neck, "Yao, I..." He tried to reach a hand pressing his fingertips to Yao's neck.
China shook his head and laid on top of his larger nation. He rested while placing his head, upon Ivan's shoulder. "Why must you be so rough!" Yao winced and scolded Russia swatting him in the arm.
"Ow! I'm injured you know, why must you hit an injured person?" Ivan barked.
Both the nations laughed at the slight bickering between them. Even now they found time to argue. If only for the moment, depended on one another bringing mutual terms through exchange.
Ivan ran his fingers through Yao's hair, and round his finger tip.
The Russian placed a kiss upon the strand of hair he held and one more pressed upon Yao's lips. "We can talk more, tomorrow about our union..." Ivan smiled and slowly began to fall asleep upon his pillow.
"Fine." Yao wrapped the blanketed silk around himself and his two nations laid together blanketed under a cover of red.
Next chapter: Never ending Revolving doors
