A/N: Next chapter finally!
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Yao could feel his whole body aching, he felt his stomach turning and his head spinning. Then he felt his head was lying on something warm and comfortable, it was hard though, like the thing his body was lying on but higher. It also had a dip. Yao came to the conclusion he was on someone's lap.
Then his ears tuned into the noises around him and there were people everywhere.
"Where am I?" Yao decided to open his eyes, the light flooded in around him and he saw rows of couches with people on them. He recognised the high ceiling and bright lights: he was in an airport.
"You're awake, sober enough to travel yet?" A voice asked. Yao felt his blood go cold and he rolled on his back to see Ivan was staring down at him with a smile. Calmly Ivan shut his book sitting it to one side.
"I… feel sober, and sick," Yao grumbled.
"Here, I'll help you to the bathroom," Ivan smiled sitting the book in a small bag.
"I'm fine, aru, just point me in that general direction," Yao felt his head spin.
"Well I sat right next to them for this particular reason," Ivan pointed to his side.
"Thank you, I'll be right back," Yao rolled stumbling to the bathroom and into a stall. He quickly locked the door behind him leaning over the toilet and vomiting. "Dammit Yao, why do you drink wine? It's no good for you. Stick to spirits," He groaned.
"Yao? Are you okay?" Ivan leaned against the door.
"All good, just clearing out the bowels, it's good for you," Yao grumbled in reply.
"Sure," Ivan laughed at him. "I don't think it helps your dignity though. Let me in."
"I'm-" Yao vomited again. This time he got his hair and had to groan at the sight. "It's in my hair."
Ivan chuckled softly, like it was amusing in a cute way: "Let me in."
With a stretch Yao opened the door, letting the Russian in. Ivan closed the door behind him sitting his bag down and pulling out something. Then Yao saw the Russian reach for him out of the corner of his eye and wipe his hair.
"Are those wet wipes?" Yao asked critically.
"I always carry wet wipes Yao. They will never not be useful," Ivan replied moving Yao's hair gently away the firing line.
"How did I get here?"
"On the bathroom floor or the airport?" Ivan awkwardly squished in beside Yao, smiling at him.
"The airport, aru," Yao shot him a glare.
"Well Feliks posted photos of you that you probably want to wait to see so I came and picked you up. Then I drove you to the airport but they wouldn't let me on the plane unless you were conscious and not drunk," Ivan wiped Yao's face down.
"Photos? Oh no, what was I doing?" Yao grumbled putting a hand over his eyes.
"You seriously do not remember?" Ivan raised an eyebrow. Yao thought really hard, his memory piercing through the fog.
"Was I in a pencil skirt?" Yao looked at him shocked. Ivan nodded. "I'm so sorry, aru," Yao apologised remembering all the trouble he gave Ivan.
"It's okay, I thought it was entertaining."
"I bet you did. Are you finding this funny?"
"That fact that you're in pain, no," Ivan shook his head. "I find it funny you're such a bad drinker."
"I'm okay unless it's wine," Yao snapped.
"Same," Ivan nodded in agreement pulling something out of his bag. "Water?"
"Thanks," Yao took the bottle, rinsing his mouth out and spitting.
"Asprin?" Ivan raised an eyebrow.
"What kind?" Yao looked up just as Ivan raised the bottle. "Six."
"Yao, it says on the bottle to take a maximum of 3," Ivan gave him a look of concern. Yao felt the last lot of bile rise and he vomited into the bowl again. This time he rinsed and spit, flushing the toilet. Then he looked back at a worried Russian to continue.
"Ivan, I'm four thousand years old. Give me 6," Yao glared at him. Ivan huffed but complied letting Yao take all six.
"Out plane leaves in an hour. I promised them you'd be up and about by then."
"Well I'm up but barely," Yao replied rubbing his eyes. "Where are my bags?"
"I checked them in," Ivan shrugged.
"Oh… I'm in my pyjama's," Yao felt his face go red.
"Yao, please," Ivan sighed softly. "You're in an airport bathroom throwing your guts up because of a few bottles of wine. That's more embarrassing than being in your pyjamas."
"I think it's a combination of things. At least there aren't any more pictures," Yao took a deep breath sipping the water. He suspected the vomiting was over.
"Sunglasses," Ivan passed him a pair of huge glasses.
"Those are womens sunglasses," Yao snapped, glaring at him.
"It's the best I could do Yao, just wear them. You will look sassy," Ivan held them out. Yao seemed resistant, glaring at him before he snatched the glasses and put them on.
"I'm never drinking wine again," Yao grumbled.
"Me either, Few bottles of wine with Francis. He gets grabby," Ivan shook his head.
"With you?"
"Da," Ivan nodded shivering all over. "He got to third base."
Yao laughed shaking his head- despite being overly uncaring about his body he hated being touched by someone without his approval. It was reasonable but what wasn't was breaking their hands to get your way.
"You let him get away with that?" Yao teased sipping his water.
"Da, I didn't know what was happening until it was over. I felt so taken advantage of in the morning," Ivan rubbed his chest sadly. "So I woke Francis up by body slamming him."
Yao laughed shaking his head: "At least he got what he deserved."
"Da, I thought so to," Ivan nodded with a smile. For a moment they just stared at each other than Yao spoke up.
"We should leave the toilet stall," Yao looked around.
"Probably, I'm trying to get out of Poland before he realises I'm here."
"I didn't mind spending time with Poland. He's a lot of fun but I'm never drinking with him again," Yao shook his head.
"What did you two even get up to?"
"Well he pulled out my nose hairs. It hurt like hell." Yao stood shakily opening the door. "Then we went to the spa and it was really nice. Whoever was massaging me had magic hands, aru."
"Right," Ivan picked up his bag following Yao out of the bathroom.
"Then we had a spa bath together, which now I think about it was sort of weird but we were wearing pants. That's when the wine came out. Everything that happened after that was probably documented online," Yao rolled his eyes.
"It was. When I arrived at the door you thought I was a stripper," Ivan sat down, letting Yao take the seat next to him and lie his head on the Russians shoulder.
"Well, look at what you're wearing, you look like a hoe," Yao rolled his eyes.
"Yao… I'm wearing jeans and a black, long sleeved top," Ivan raised an eyebrow.
"Less than you usually wear. What's with you and this new wardrobe anyway?" Yao moved his head slightly to look up at Ivan.
"I just felt like a change," Ivan smiled back.
Yao cracked up: "A nation who feels like changing. There's a new one. We're all pretty set in our ways."
"Da, I know. I'm still not changing anything else but I decided I wanted to dress nicer so I did the only thing no nation should do," Ivan smiled down at him.
"Ask Eliza for relationship advice?" Yao raised an eyebrow.
"No," Ivan laughed. "I've done that to but I asked Francis to help me pick out a new wardrobe. He went on a field day. I told him I wanted smart casual."
"He did well, this top is so soft," Yao turned back to the front.
"It's comfortable and I don't feel overexposed to," Ivan grinned. "He threw away my orange turtle neck though. He told me it was a wart on fashion."
Yao burst out laughing: "It is ugly."
"I think it shows my bright personality," Ivan huffed. Yao laughed harder at that comment. "I had to fight him to keep my old brown jacket. The only reason I got to keep my scarf was because my sister gave it to me."
"You're not wearing it," Yao pointed out.
"Da, I know. I feel naked."
"You don't look naked," Yao shook his head. He didn't mind leaning against Ivan, using his arms as a pillow or letting Ivan carry him around. It was nice to have your own portable pillow and carrier, with built in heaters thanks to the Russian cold. Ivan was always a bit warmer to combat those winters and no one complained about it when Ivan hugged them. It was nice to get a warm hug.
"Calling flight 277 to Moscow, ready for check in." The voice called out.
"That's us," Ivan looked down at him passing him what looked like a large wallet. "Contains one phone, a passport, plane ticket, gum and wet wipes."
"Thanks Ivan. I don't know what I'd do without you," Yao laughed taking it.
"Well for starters you would've hit on Estonia and he would've cried," Ivan laughed. "Also you'd be at the mercy of whatever stupid plans Alfred ever came up with for this problem of yours."
"It hasn't really been bothering me lately," Yao took a deep breath.
"Since you got drunk?" Ivan replied.
"No, at the G8 meeting. I had a bit of trouble but no blackout, aru."
"So ever since you saw me, huh?" Ivan raised his eyerbrows suggestively.
"Aiya! No!" Yao punched him standing. "Hurry up."
Ivan chuckled, slowly standing and leading Yao to the gate.
"Mr. Braginsky, is he up?" The flight attendant smiled.
"Da, up and about," Ivan pulled Yao foreword.
"Oh, fantastic, you just can't wear the sunglasses when you go through security, okay?" She smiled.
"Got it," Yao gave her the thumbs up.
Yao had no trouble getting through security, Ivan however was stopped and his bag was emptied. Then they decided to strip search him just for the fun of it. They were incredibly comprehensive in their search. Ivan was unhappy by the time they sat down on the plane.
"At least they were thorough," Yao tried to look on the bright side.
"Yao, the cavity search was not necessary," Ivan grumbled. Yao tried not to laugh but Ivan's pout accompanied by the limp he had as he got on board was too much and small giggles kept slipping out.
"They were just being careful," Yao explained. Ivan turned to him, his bright eyes were full of pain and hatred.
"Feliks knows I'm here," Ivan stated. "He got me stripped and cavity searched Yao."
"Ivan, I highly doubt he knows," Yao rolled his eyes.
"I do not, that officer was not gentle," Ivan grumbled crossing his arms. Yao covered his face to hide how amusing he thought it was. Ivan put his legs up on the seat in front of him and sighed, finally relaxing. "When we get back, remind me to blow him up."
"Ivan, I doubt Feliks had anything to do with it. Maybe you just looked like someone who often does that," Yao tried to sound positive.
"Yao, why would I sneak things out of Poland?" Ivan asked. "In my body as well. I would just send it in the mail or drive across the border."
Yao tried chuckled shaking his head.
"It was him, I swear it," Ivan sunk into his seat. Yao patted his hand smiling at him apologetically. "He's dead when I get my hands on him."
"I'm sure he will be," Yao rolled his eyes. Ivan shoved a stick of gum in his mouth, his harsh glare softened and he looked at Yao again.
"This is your fault," Ivan stated. Yao laughed evilly as the plane prepared to take off.
"I know," Yao replied. Slowly the plane took off and Yao stole Ivan's gum (despite having his own). Ivan was probably the first person to unclip his seatbelt so he didn't have to sit directly on his sore ass again. Yao hated the fact that despite his body's awkward curve and shuffling down he was still taller than Yao.
"How are you feeling now?" Yao asked cursiouly.
"Sore but at least I'm away from Poland now," Ivan laughed shaking his head.
"That's a plus," Yao brought his legs up.
"I understand why bottoming is so hard now," He complained. Yao couldn't help but laugh at him. Ivan always had the most unusual and inappropriate comments all the time.
"Sir?" A flight attendant stood there in front of the pair's seats and smiled. Ivan smiled back, trying to straighten himself up. "It's for you," She passed him a phone.
"Thank you," Ivan took it warily putting it to his ear. "Hello?"
Yao may be old but his hearing was awesome.
"Hey big boy, feeling a bit sore are we?" Feliks laughed through the phone.
"I knew it was you," instantly Ivan's whole aura grew darker.
"You really thought you could get away without me punishing you for going into my house uninvited. I arranged a little surprise for your trip home. Did you like it?"
"When I find you I'm going to strangle you," Ivan threatened. His tone was so dark that the people sitting around him were starting to get nervous.
"Please, Demon, you liked it. How thorough were they?"
"They cavity searched me," Ivan whispered with a harsh undertone. For the next five minute all you heard through the phone was laughing.
Yao tried not to laugh along.
"That's so golden! I was wondering how far they'd go and I'm so glad they cavity searched you."
"He wasn't gentle," Ivan now looked more hurt than anything.
"I just wanted to know you were embarrassed and in pain. Put Yao on."
Ivan growled passing the phone to Yao and turning his head out the window. He slumped back down.
"Hello Feliks," Yao smiled. He couldn't help but run a hand through Ivan's hair, it was so soft like a child's. Ivan's hair looked and felt like platinum gold. Ivan seemed to misplace most of his anger and he turned back to Yao with a saddened look.
"Hey sexy, tell me he's ass is sore," Feliks began.
"It is," Yao nodded smiling at Ivan. The Russian gave him that kicked puppy dog look he was famous for.
"Oh good, he deserved that. How are you feeling?"
"I had a huge hangover when I woke up but I'm feeling better now," Yao shrugged. "Apparently I was allowed on the plane anyway. Nation privileges."
"Living the high life, I just wanted to make sure he was in pain. Ass hole, like, sneaking into my country uninvited," He laughed like an evil genius.
"He's in a lot of pain, you know?"
"I know, I don't care. Are you defending him because you think he's hot?"
"I am not!" Yao went red looking away.
"You so are, you horny bastard." Feliks laughed. Yao went redder.
"I am not," Yao snapped.
"Whatever, I gotta go, proposing time," Feliks laughed hanging up. Yao huffed passing the phone back to the attendant and slumping down like Ivan was.
"What now?" Yao asked.
"You can rest if you want," Ivan looked sideways at him.
"I think I may have to do that," Yao nodded yawning.
"You can rest on my arm, just pass me my book," Ivan offered. Yao leant down to the bag at his feet pulling out the novel and looking it over.
"Romance?"
"Romance fantasy Yao," Ivan corrected taking it.
"I thought only middle aged women read that?" Yao teased raising an eyebrow.
"I find them interesting," Ivan responded flicking it open.
"What's it about?"
"He falls in love with a women but she's a wind sprite. Wind sprites love to be free but he wants her to love him. She does love him so to prove to him how much she loves him she gives up her freedom?"
"So she turns human," Yao tilted his head curiously. Ivan laughed.
"No it's called bondage Yao," Ivan replied. Yao punched him in the arm shaking his head.
"What really happens?" Yao shook his head laughing.
"Other than the high amount of bondage he travels to the ends of the world to bed the gods to turn him into an air sprite. Instead they turn him into a fire sprite. At first he thinks its horrible then he realises how right they were to change him into a fire sprite. Without air a fire will go out. So without her, he's can't survive," Ivan explained.
"You're a soppy mess," Yao teased. Ivan laughed, opening his book.
"Did I mention how much bondage there is?" Ivan raised an eyebrow.
"Only a few times," Yao rolled his eyes. "I don't want to use you as a pillow if you're going to read porn."
"Yao, please. You don't read this in public unless you know you can handle yourself," Ivan rolled his eyes. "Come along," he tapped his shoulder.
Yao rolled his eyes leaning against that soft, muscly arm. He rubbed his face against the soft fabric then realised something.
"Was my head in your lap when you were reading that?" Yao opened one arms looking up at him.
"Yes it was," Ivan's eyes skimmed over the page.
"I'm going to ignore how incredibly disturbing that was and go to sleep."
"Probably for the best Yao Yao," Ivan smiled to himself. Yao shuffled and closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep. The last sensation he had was the feeling of Ivan's warmth.
"Yao Yao, it's time to wake up," A whisper broke Yao from his sleep. Yao grumbled, his eyes fluttering open.
"Is the flight over? That didn't feel like long," Yao grumbled sitting up. He rubbed his eyes noticing everyone was getting there stuff packed and standing.
"It's only a two hour flight Yao Yao," Ivan picked up his bag.
"Did you finish your book?" Yao yawned.
"I did," Ivan nodded.
"Any good?"
"Not really, it had a bad ending," Ivan mused slipping his bag on.
"What happened?"
"She died then he died, then they became spirits. How are spirits supposed to do bondage?" Ivan shrugged looking disgusted. "It was horribly written to."
Yao laughed standing up and holding his tiny man purse close to his chest. No, he didn't feel less manly with it. He was wearing a skirt a few hours ago so nothing was fazing him. Not even his cougar sunglasses.
Ivan stayed close on his tail, having to duck under all the doorways. Yao laughed as he ducked through the plane door.
"They design these for short people," Ivan complained as they made their way up the extendable hall.
"You have no idea what it's like to be short,"
"Da, you're right. It looks hot down there," Ivan nodded. "You know, being closer to hell and everything."
"You're a jerk," Yao stated with a smile. Ivan laughed at him.
"I kid because I love Yao," Ivan laughed.
"I know," Yao rolled his eyes. "What are your plans to keep me away from writing?"
"I am using strategies from my book." Ivan stated. "First strategy is ignoring the problem and keeping you distracted."
"You do that normally," Yao looked critical.
"Exactly," Ivan smiled.
"If that doesn't work?"
"Oh, Plan B was bondage," Ivan looked at him seriously. Yao raised an eyebrow. "I do not want to get hit though. Perhaps I might consider hiding all the pens, pencils and markers."
"That might work, aru," Yao nodded. "Where?"
"My secret," Ivan grinned. Whenever he was being sneaky he always got that look in his eyes like he would when he was a child. His smile always promised he knew more than you did and he was planning on using it to his advantage.
"Fine," Yao narrowed his eyes, scowling. They stopped just as bags started coming off the runner.
"I may hide them somewhere you'll never look," Ivan teased.
"I'll look in your underwear draw," Yao threatened. Ivan laughed, shaking his head. "Do you have a bag?"
"Me? No," Ivan pulled Yao's bag off, pulling the handle off. "I wasn't planning on staying long."
"Understandable," Yao nodded. "Does your ass still hurt?"
"No, I feel fine now. Probably need a really good shower. That man scared me," Ivan always said the right thing to make Yao laugh at him.
"Feliks was far too proud of himself."
"Da, he posted it online," Ivan grumbled. "Everyone knows I was cavity searched in Poland now."
"That's okay, I cross-dressed, aru," Yao shrugged.
"We should not visit Poland," Ivan decided.
"No, we both lost our dignity," Yao shook his head. Ivan laughed, he started off back through customs and security where he didn't get strip searched again and got all the way to his taxi without single airport security officer pulling him up.
"Over here," Ivan pulled the bag behind him as he crossed the road to a car park. Yao followed, looking around the frosty country.
"It's freezing," Yao shivered, rubbing his arms. Ivan raised an eyebrow looking around.
"Oh, there's frost, I didn't even notice," Ivan laughed shaking his head. "I'm so used to it I didn't even realise that it was cold."
"Let's just get to the car," Yao rolled his eyes with a smile. Ivan had a tendency to go into his own world, his eyes would get that far off glassy look and he'd smile. It made him look like he was listening even if he wasn't. Yao always wondered what he was thinking about that made him smile.
"This way," Ivan pulled Yao to a huge car, it looked like an army truck.
"What happened to that other piece of rubbish you had?" Yao asked curiously.
"It was vintage Yao," Ivan defended his old car.
"It didn't even pass the safety test. You had no rear window, the tires were all wrong and the speedo didn't work. You just guessed the speed you were doing."
"Vintage Yao," Ivan unlocked the car slipping the case in the boot. Ivan rolled his eyes jumping in the passenger seat. Ivan had banned him from driving on ice since the car sliding incident.
Ivan slipped into his seat looking around.
"I crashed my other car. Forgot to put the ice tyres on it and spun out into a tree," Ivan sighed. "After that my boss told me he was buying my cars and got this. It's to big Yao, I do not like it."
"At least people get out of your way," Yao suggested.
"There's that," Ivan laughed backing out and taking off. He seemed to have no trouble in getting the thin layer of frost off the window and turning the heat up.
"Why does your car only have a thin layer of frost?" Yao asked noticing how much snow was covering the other cars.
"I texted my boss when we got on board, he sent someone to drop off my car," Ivan turned onto the open road, taking off down the road.
"Smart," Yao looked into the distance, loving the beautiful white. Ivan matched his country so much, beautiful but deadly. Cold but mesmerising. Open but mysterious.
Yao looked between the snowy views to Ivan and laughed.
"What's so funny?" Ivan asked, not taking his eyes off the road.
"I'm trying to decide if you'd blend into the snow," Yao teased. Ivan raised and eyebrow smirking. He'd only ever take that sort of shit from Yao. Gladly to, Ivan probably teased him just as much about being short or old.
"Very funny," He put his foot on the break as they came to a set of traffic lights. "Tell me about your big holiday then?"
"From the beginning?" Yao questioned.
"Da, from Francis."
"Ugh, Francis, he's a pervert," Yao began. "He was dusting his house in just an apron, who does that?" Yao grumbled.
"Sounds like a normal day in Francis' house." Ivan laughed.
"Then Mei showed up and I thought I was saved but she left me there. With that awful Hello Kitty bag to," Yao rubbed his eyes.
Ivan cracked up: "You and your hello kitty, Yao Yao."
"Shut up," Yao scowled. "Finally Arthur showed up and saved me. I would've stayed but Franics was rubbing on me. He has no concept of personal space. Then you know what happened at Arthur's place. The rest was probably advertised online."
"Da, I just checked it and it seems there was a nations at the airport. They got a picture of when you were asleep on my lap and I was reading in the lounge."
"That's probably how Feliks knew you were in Poland," Yao nodded. "Who was it?"
"Eliza," Ivan looked behind him.
"She spends a lot of time with Mei and Kiku, it worries me," Yao looked concerned.
"I'm sure it's nothing Yao," Ivan shrugged.
"You haven't seen Kiku's bookcase," Yao nodded. Ivan laughed shaking his head.
"I'm pretty sure mine is the same minus the pictures."
"Sort of like yours but it's all gay. Yours is a solid three quarters gay." Yao nodded. "It's probably my fault."
"Probably Yao?" Ivan grinned.
"Yes, yes, laugh at my overly promiscuous years that seemed to have occurred when Kiku was young. Shut up."
Ivan laughed: "I did not say a thing."
"You implied it," Yao narrowed his eyes. Ivan smiled, his eyes snapping to Yao for a moment.
"Alfred told me about the conversations you had when he was driving you back to his place," Ivan brought up casually. Yao's whole mind halted and he felt his cheeks go bright red.
"Did he now?" Yao began to pray that Alfred wasn't stupid enough to mention Yao's emotional eating. For his own sake.
"Da," Ivan replied.
"What did he say?" Yao tried not to look directly at Ivan as the Russian would probably see the desperation in his eyes.
"He told me what he said about me: being eternally hungry and horny," Ivan laughed. Yao smiled a breeze of relief running though him.
"He doesn't know social stop lights,"
"Nyet," Ivan shook his head. "He's got it half right though. I'm not as hungry lately as I normally am. He told me that you admitted I was hot."
"I did not!" Yao scowled.
"You didn't deny it though," Ivan laughed.
"I'm going to crash this car for both of us," Yao threatened.
"So you don't think I'm sexy? I'm offended Yao."
"I didn't say that," Yao snapped.
"So you do think I'm sexy?" Ivan pushed. He had a way of getting the truth that caught you between an upset Ivan and a smug Ivan.
"This conversation is over," Yao snapped crossing his arms.
"So yes I'm sexy?" Ivan grinned.
"Is this how you get information from people? Lock them in your car and drive at top speed so they can't jump out?"
"I would never Yao. I was just curious to what you thought of me," Ivan shrugged. "I thought you would at least have an opinion on my body since I worked so hard to get into this condition."
Yao sighed, rubbing his eyes: "If I answer the question you're not allowed to be smug."
"Okay," Ivan nodded. Of course he knew the answer from that request but he'd let Yao get away with that one.
"Yes," Yao slumped, crossing his arms. He glared out the window. Ivan smiled.
"Thank you," Ivan smiled.
"Stop smiling," Yao growled.
"You're not even looking at me Yao."
"I can sense your smug smile, stop it, aru."
Ivan laughed pulling into a driveway. Yao noticed that they were pulling up a dirt driveway, the last time he had seen this area it was colder and they were visiting Ivan's cabin. The one he got trapped in.
"Where are we going?"
"The cabin Yao," Ivan replied like it was obvious. "I fixed it up, I live there now."
"It's so… lonely though," Yao looked over at him.
"Da, it's quiet and big enough for all its occupants," Ivan nodded. "I couldn't stand that big house anymore. You know since it's just me right now, no one it felt unnecessary and the cleaning was awful."
"That makes sense," Yao nodded as they pulled into the garage.
"Da, I thought so," Ivan smiled slipping out. Yao followed suit having to actually use the step to get down.
"It warmer already," Yao smiled.
"Da, home sweet home," Ivan smiled pulling out Yao's bag.
Part of him hoped it would be like any other visit where they'd watch movies, laugh, cook, talk. Staying up to unimaginable hours of the night to do something that could wait to the next day. It was refreshing to finally be in a home that made him comfortable. The other part of Yao was hoping it would be exactly like his other visits plus more.
Yao tried to ignore the latter part of him and concentrate on getting rid of this problem so he could go home.
If he even wanted to after this.
A/N: Yes, I'm ending it here. Get over it. I wanted to write another chapter. Finally Yao spends more than one chapter at each house. Will Ivan figure out how to cure Yao?
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