NOTICE: THIS STORY ISN'T HISTORICAL AND PLAYS NO PART IN THE PAST. (except for the emperor's name ) ALL IS FICTION. THIS WILL PROBABLY BE THE MOST UNREALISTIC dynasty is because, my friends, the fiction world differs so much from reality and reality sux big time. the fiction world is the world where everything makes sense and everything that makes sense in the fiction world won't make sense in reality. in fiction , you can have trees that grow lollipops, rats the size of dinosaurs, rivers made of cofee, volcano hat spurts out chocolate, girls that look like Megan fox and guys that look like Taylor lautner. but in the case of reality, trees don't have the ability to grow lollipops, rats will forever be small and not all the girls will look like Megan fox. and this is why people like to stick to thefiction world, where everyone's imagination can run wild beyond natures , where everyone can just be stuck in their own little world...for only just a while, and where no one will ever have to go to school or take their friigin gcse's .life sucks

SO BLIMMIN SRRY I UP,LOADED LATE AGAIN! AGRHRRHGRHGAHRGAHRGAH IM SO ANNOYED WITH MYSELF!

SOOOO...IN RETURN I WROTE YOU GUYS AN XTRA XTRA LONG CHAPPIE! HOPE U ENJOY!

DIsCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN HETALIA…sadly :'(

Qin: Chinese emperor during 221 BC.

Wang Yao is kidnapped by the emperor's soldiers and sold to Lord Ivan Braginski as a slave. Ivan finds Wang Yao to be beautiful. But he worries that Yao will be frightened of him because of all the terrible things he had done in the past. Will Yao see the beauty in Ivan? Or will he remain terrified of him forever?...suckish summary im sorry. WARNING: MAY INCLUDE SOME BLOOD, SELF HARM, AN EVIL EMPEROR, PERVS AND POSSIBLE RAPE.


The two unclothed lovers were sprawled out on the small spaced sofa, the Russian having to pull the other closer to prevent him from falling and the disrupt of his rest. Ivan caressed Yao's semi naked, sleeping figure watching his chest rise and fall as the cold air seeped through the slightly open window. He breathed in his lover's scent, the sweet smell of flowers and sweat after a long love making session. The smaller man's body pressed closer to Ivan's, arms wrapping and tightening around the waist in response craving for his cold, comforting touch. Ivan smiled. "You awake, Yao?"

Yao grunted in response and slowly traced small circles on the broad chest that he laid his head on. Ivan watched lovingly as he watched Yao's half lidded eyes drift to sleep and jolt open again. He smiled at how cute he though Yao was being.

"It's okay. You can sleep for as long as you want" Ivan whispered in his ear. Only then did Yao stiffen and drifted off in the depths of sleep. Ivan sighed contently. If he hadn't picked Yao as his slave, if he hadn't met him, would his life be the same as it is now? Ivan couldn't bear to think of living without his petite little lover. Besides, Yao has been the only one that returned the larger man's intense attraction. Ivan pressed his chapped lips on Yao's hair inhaling the sweet scent and kissing the dark hair. Nuzzling his own face against the softness of the Chinese man's brunette locks, he played, twirled and combed the hair with his hands. 'This moment is perfect' Ivan wandered off into his thoughts. The warm, soft feeling inside of him felt overpowering forcing him to hold Yao closer, to cover his beautiful body in warmth, kisses, caresses and pleasure. If Ivan could, he'd keep Yao locked away in his arms forever.

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A harsh knock on the door destroyed the overwhelming peace in the household. Ivan looked at the grandfather clock and saw he had been lazing on the couch with Yao for about three hours now. It is almost the midnight hour. Ivan carefully pulled himself off the sofa making sure not to wake Yao's blissful sleep and quickly put on his clothes before answering the door. He opened the door to find a group of villagers along with Arthur Kirkland holding their rifles, crossbows and swords. The image frightened Ivan to no end. He knew exactly why they here. Ivan looked at the angry mob displayed in front of him: the baker whom he knew quite well, the bartender who always served him his daily vodka, the woman who gave him the painting of a sunflower field, Toris, Eduard, Raivis and that bastard Arthur who had deceived everyone to thinking witchcraft is real. Ivan felt a pang of pain in his chest, his head feeling light at the turn of events. His own friends, people he had passed by on his way to work had turned against him. Then, he looked back at the sleeping Yao, curled up against the sofa on the verge of awakening. He didn't want Yao to see this.

" Braginsky, you are accused of witchcraft. Submit yourself to the federal court immediately or there'll be major consequences" Arthur spat in his thick Londoner accent. Ivan quivered at the pressure that was forced upon his rather robust body and his childlike mentality.

"I-I...What did I do wrong? I don't know any spells of any sort or any cursing" Ivan replied.

"Come on, Ivan. You know what you had done. You doomed this whole village!" Arthur blabbered on. Ivan just stood there clueless. He knew if he kept acting clueless, they'll grow more in suspicion. And if he confesses to something he had no clue of, they'll surely kill him. Ivan heard Yao stir in his sleep, stretching out his arms and yawning.

"Ivan?" he heard Yao call out to him.

Arthur diverted his attention to the voice. He invited himself inside the mansion to follow the voice. Ivan raced against him to get to his beloved before the man could do any harm. When Arthur entered the room, he was disgusted at the site in front of him. Yao was still naked under the blankets, clothes thrown about and the smell of sex lurking in every corner.

"Ughh! You disgusting slut! Clothe yoursel-"

"Don't talk to my Yao that way!" Ivan raised his tone up. Arthur's eyes widened in realisation. The more he realised, the more he felt disgusted around the scum of the earth.

"Hmm...what is your relationship between the two of you? Is it more than just master and slave?"

Ivan remained silent as Yao pulled his robes back on. Arthur smiled when there was no reply. He turned back to the mob.

"Are you all seeing this? The master has fallen in love with a slave! Not a female but a male! The same gender! This is the devil's job at work! It is an abomination!" Arthur once again 'preached' his unholy words. The mob nodded in agreement readying their weapons to aim at Ivan. Arthur laughed in triumph. He knew he had succeeded.

Ivan felt his tears screaming to come out but it didn't. Yao stood there broken hearted too. Seeing Ivan taunted in such a cruel way brought pain to his eyes. Then, he felt a swift wind rush past him and grab him by the hair. Yao gasped in pain as he felt his locks being tugged at bringing his body to an uncomfortable angle. A pistol aimed at the Chinese man's heart and Arthur threatened to pull it.

Ivan screamed and begged in protest. "No! Don't hurt my Yao! Please don't kill him!" Tears welled up in his purple eyes as he dropped to his knees looking up at his Yao held as captive. Arthur smirked at the man's pain.

"Move closer and *bang* dead" he warned him with that crooked, devil smile. Ivan remained on the floor, in wonder of how fate had turned on him. The world wants him dead.

"Show us your power, witch. On the count of three. If not, you'll find your slave dead"

Ivan trembled, he knew couldn't do anything.

"One"

The Russian got up to his feet, hoping this action won't pursue hid death. His locked fists ready for action.

"...two..."

In impulse, his feet braced for take off.

"...three..."

And before Arthur could pull the trigger, the two men were on the floor, fists flying about, legs thrashing and kicking. Yao took the chance to escape and watched in the sidelines as his lover threw punches at the other. Between the blades and fists, the only thing visible in the battle for life was both of the competitor's fear. Ivan almost won until his shriek echoed through the hollow walls. Arthur triumphantly stood up and gained cheers from the crowd. The familiar metallic taste lingered in Ivan's tired tongue as he felt the substance trickle down his cheekbones. He quickly covered his face with his forearm wiping away the thick liquid to make sure the petite chinese man doesn't see. Yao rushed beside his lover, giving him comfort from the losing battle. It was then when Ivan tried to open his eyes and look at his beloved's face, he couldn't. Just simply couldn't.

"Yao? Where are you?" Ivan questioned worriedly.

Yao looked at him puzzled at the stupid question.

"I'm right here, Ivan. I'm right next to you"

Yao watched Ivan intently to see if he would face to where he is but the Russian's head failed to turn to him. Yao briefly touched his hand to show him he was just a few centimeters away from him.

"Yao, I can't see you...I'm scared"

Arthur cackled. Never had he seen a big, tough man with such vulnerability. He gestured the mob to brace themselves for the upcoming attack. Yao's feelings shattered when he heard the man utter such horrifying words. He felt his whole world crumble as he stared at Ivan's broken being in sympathy.

When Ivan struggled to face him, Yao knew there was something wrong. The smaller man inspected Ivan's body and saw small scarlet drops underneath the overgrown ashy blonde bangs. Soon, it turned into more. Yao reluctantly sweeped the hair out of the way and gasped in shrill terror of the mentally disturbing image. Ivan's eyes, his beautiful purple irises were gone. The eyes he always knew that symbolised Ivan vanished to be replaced by three ugly gashes across the eye area. The water in Yao's eyes became too much to bear and he let them fall onto Ivan's hand to let him know how heavy his heart felt. How painful it was to see his love this way. The fragments of his remaining rock to be defeated by cruelty.

"Yao...don't cry"

Toris, Eduard and Raivis watched in awe as the couple shared an intimate moment. Feeling guilt for going against a friend in desperate help, they lowered their weapons. The mob looked at the three in confusion. Arthur glared at the trio.

"What are you doing? Take aim now and kill this beast" Arthur ordered. Toris shook his head.

"I can't kill him, sir. Look at the man. He's already injured"

"Well, so? This won't stop him from cursing us all"

"If he was a witch wouldn't he have defended himself better?"

"Do you want to stop all the hardship for your village? Have you seen the way this man lives? He lives in luxury! And all of you live in the slums. It isn't fair" a person in the mob jeers. And soon they all draw their weapons. The three couldn't hold back anymore and fought against their own in order to protect Yao and Ivan. Raivis saw Arthur aiming at Ivan's back and quickly blocked the attack locking on the Englishman's sword with his own. He turns his head to Yao.

"Run away! Go far and don't come back to this village. Find somewhere safe to stay with Ivan-Oh and take good care of him" Raivis gave Yao a sad smile as he felt the sharp blade go through his chest. Yao's tears kept falling and as much as he would like to help, he knew he had to protect Ivan. The smaller man grabbed onto Ivan's waist hoisting him up with the giant's arm around Yao's shoulders. Yao lead Ivan to the stables and released the carriage. The black horses neighed as it saw the silhouette of the British. Yao quickly forced Ivan up onto the carriage and took control of the reigns. The horses sped off in his command and continued to run far away from the Braginsky manor. The screams and shouts of the three brave men were still heard.


Hopeyou guys likeys! sorry this took a while to write. LOOADS of exams lately :/

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ifu gus have anyideas for the ending it would be well appreciated and you will be credited. pls help me out :))

This was the second to the last chapter! Yikes! so you know what this means? THE NEXT CHAPPIE IS THE LAST CHAPPIE!...and possibly an epilogue