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
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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.
Soft, subtle wind gracefully greeted the pink of Ivan's cheeks. The warmth feeling around his shoulders was welcoming, as if he had never left his forgotten childhood. The atmosphere was so different, so different than yesterday. This bright feeling of tranquility is perfect. He yawned and fluttered his eyes open just to see black. Nothing. Darkness.
"Yao?!"
Yao jolted awake from his sleepy trance. He hadn't slept since they've left the manor which has been days or even weeks now. Occasionally, they would stop at patisseries and street food to fill their empty stomachs using the remaining money on the old satchel Ivan had kept on the carriage for years. And after all that travelling, the only thing keeping the Chinese man awake and entertained is watching the larger man sleep on his lap making soft little sleep noises and the occasional playing with the man's ashy hair.
Yao scooped Ivan up brushing his overgrown bangs aside as an attempt to comfort him. The events weeks ago were surely enough to make him feel so unwanted. Painfully, he looked at his beautiful soiled eyes. Those sparkly amethyst eyes lost its colour and were now replaced by dull, grey, lifeless irises. That gash on the Russian's eye is still healing, but it heals well. The redness of his irritated skin and soreness of his eyes disappeared within a few days. But knowing that Ivan will never see the world again shatters Yao's feelings to pieces. He loves the man dearly, having something as precious as seeing taken away from you is deemed cruel enough.
"Shh...Ivan it's ok. I'm here" Yao cooed as he bent down to press gentle kisses against his neck. Feeling the warm kisses and caressing Yao's facial features were the only thing he had left of Yao physically. Mentally, however, he had all of him. And he was the most grateful for that.
Ivan sat up feeling around for Yao's face. When he had finally grasped at it, he held it for what felt like forever. His large fingers worked gently at feeling Yao's face and skin frightened if he'd hold the petite man too harshly, he would break. Ivan would stifle out a small giggle whenever he felt Yao bat his eyelashes against his thumb. But of course, he missed being able to see Yao. Now he had to live with it forever until his end. Then he smiled. In his mind, he could paint the small little details of his love's face. From the man's subtle smile to his ravished, pleasured face that he could show only to Ivan. Feeling Yao, tracing his outlines seemed a more intimate way of seeing.
"Yao, can you tell me about your past? I know you've heard quite a lot about me,"
Yao stilled from his lover's hold and let out a shuddering breath from the morning air. He almost forgot about his position in royalty until now.
"My mother is of royal blood and married quite young to another man. Of course he wasn't that far off in age. He was about nine years older, my mother being at around sixteen"
"And I'm guessing that's your dad?"
Yao smiled sadly.
"I never knew my dad. He died young,"
"Oh..." Ivan frowned and held him a little tighter "My Dad hated me. Probably because I was an exact carbon copy of himself...except a little taller."
Yao faked a frown and knew it was pointless because Ivan couldn't see.
"No fair...I'm never going to grow."
"Well, you have gone past the age of puberty so I think we both know you're never going to grow."
Yao stuck his tongue out at Ivan and, yet again, knew it was absolutely pointless because the man can't see.
"Meanie...anyways, as I was saying, my mother remarried to Qin. He became emperor and bore Wang Jia Long which is the current emperor now...they probably think I'm dead right now...imagine how worried my mother is."
Yao's face sharpened and tried to decode why he was sold as slave in the first place. The memory of being beaten and thrown into a caravan is now almost long forgotten. He drew his attention towards the vast landscape. Nature is beautiful Yao thought. He leaned his head back and took time to appreciate the earth's natural state. The flowers were blooming and the trees began to clothe itself in green after a long cold winter.
It was until they entered a village. The roads became familiar. The distant laughing and giggling of children, the language Yao knew far too well, the sweet smell of street food and the harvesting of rice plants. He knew exactly where he was and where to take Ivan.
He is finally home. After 5 years of separation from the land he ought to save and improve, he has returned. And at his return, he was quite impressed. The land he loves so dearly had improved, his people looked a lot happier, less were out of job and the natural beauty had still been preserved. Maybe his step-brother wasn't doing so bad after all.
"Welcome to Beijing China, Ivan."
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Once Yao instructed the horses to the gates of the forbidden city, and two guards guarded the entrance. However, once the guards took time to familiarize Yao's slightly aged face, they let him in. Yao parked the carriage right outside the Palace doors. A small arm snaked around Ivan's waist and hoisted him up to help him off the carriage. The larger man struggled with his footing, occasionally forcing Yao bump into several palace guards. The door was opened for them by two guards as soon as Yao was recognised. The pair staggered through the Palace doors and Yao tiredly dropped both himself and the blind man onto the cold marble floor. A line of armed guards turned their attention towards the two.
"Hey, it's the Empress eldest son." one guard pointed out. The others nodded in agreement. In just a few seconds, the guards had managed to grab new clothes and blankets to clean the found highness.
"Guards, please clean Ivan up and dress his wounds properly. Don't bother about me for now." Yao commanded his faithful guards. But after five years, the guards had far too many questions to ask.
"Your highness, are you alright?"
"Your highness, where have you been all this time?"
"Your highness, who is this man?"
"What is all this fuss about?!" a too familiar voice rang out. The guards craned their necks to the source of the noise. Qin stood at the top of the stairs, mouth agape at the unexpected visitor and the return of his unwanted.
"Yao?"
"Father?"
"Wh-Where have you been? Why are you here?" Qin stuttered, failing to sound caring and happy. His step son had returned looking dirty and drained of energy carrying along a foreign looking man with strangely ashy hair. For five years he had rejoiced over his successful plan, and now he had failed miserably.
"Father, two guards. Th-they beat me and dumped me in a slave truck" Yao explained hurriedly.
"Did they now?" Qin answered, no surprise written on his face.
"Yes, father. And then they sold me to that man," Yao pointed to Ivan who was now being taken care of by the guards "And then...he had been nothing but kind to me"
"I see... you two!" Qin pointed his fingers towards the two guards that had failed his request. "Follow me"
Yao watched as the two gruff, familiar guards followed Qin up the stairs and they both disappeared behind the corner of the hallway. Those two men looked similar to the ones that beat him up. However, Yao can't be sure since his memories are far from perfect now. But if those two guards really were the ones that did it, how did his father know?
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"Care to explain why he is back?" Qin questioned the two men. The guards just stood there mortified of what the man had in store for failing a task. The wrinkled hands of Qin clenched and pounded onto the carved desk.
"Answer me!" Qin roared, his aging voice empowered with rage.
"Your highness, we didn't know! W-We thought he was gone for good."
Qin calmed down. He had to compose himself unless he wanted to raise his blood pressure. He held his heavy head between his hands and rubbed at his temples.
"If you two bastards can't take a single task, then I shall finish Yao myself,"
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Yao helped the guards lay Ivan on the bed. The Chinese man felt all his memories of the Palace rush past him. It has been quite a long time since he felt his own feet shiver at the contact of the cold marble floor, saw the paintings he favoured so dearly, the lanterns forever floating up in the high ceiling and on every pillar, statues of dragons and other beings; it truly is a sight to see much to Ivan's tragic condition.
"If only you could see the palace, Ivan" Yao smiled sadly. He held Ivan's hand to show him he is right beside him. Ivan's wounds are now treated professionally, his scar healing almost completely and after a long journey to Yao's home town, his body had finally been washed and newly clothed. His scarf and coat are being washed and repaired from the gashes the Briton made.
"Yao, lie down with me," Ivan pulled on Yao's hand and clasped his arms around his waist forcing the smaller man down. Ivan sniffed Yao and then himself.
"So this is what you always smell like."
"Hmm?" Yao raised his head up to look at Ivan.
"Flowers. You always smell of flowers. And now I smell like you"
Yao chuckled entertained at Ivan's random statement. He laid his head back down onto the pillow and brought Ivan's head closer to his chest. In return, the Russians grip strengthened as he felt the man's body go limp in his hold, the hands that were once clutching at his head falling signifying sleep.
"Yao?" Ivan whispered softly. Yao's only reply was of deep breathing. Ivan let his finger tips ghost over Yao's face in search for his closed eyes and there, he planted a lingering, sweet kiss.
"Sweet dreams."
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Qin gasped at Yao and the unknown visitor. His eyes squinted to get a closer look at the two through the small crack between the door. There, he found the much larger man inside the small arms of his step son. Then, the blind man felt Yao, letting his hands run through Yao's frail body and eventually landed on his face. Qin watched intrigued by the larger one's actions. The large thumbs of the giant felt for the eyes and once he had found it, he gave each eye a disgusting suck. One sinful, queer kiss. Qin mouth opened slightly in surprise. Never had he thought that Yao would actually engage in something so...dishonorable. It's a disgrace! What is Yao's relationship with that man?
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Wang Jia Lhong sat upon his throne drained of energy. Only at the age of eight, he already perceived the concept of becoming a ruler. However, still being a child, taking responsibility for a whole country is too much to handle. His mother then appeared through the drapes. Wu Zetain approached her step son, her slightly wrinkled face grinning the happiest she had ever been since the mysterious disappearance of Yao. But her face and beauty was still preserved.
"Lhong, would you like to see your brother?"
And like the young, innocent child he still is at heart, he excitedly forced himself out of the stupid chair everyone would call throne and ran to his fairly missed brother.
"Yao!" Lhong cried. His feet thudded against the slippery marble floor and ran towards his brother's bedroom hurriedly opening the door and finding his brother clutching another person. Yao looked in surprise when a small boy jumped up to his lap and smothered him with brotherly affection.
"Yao, I missed you so much! We were all worried sick! I was crying for days and days and I couldn't even smile at my own coronation,"
Yao hugged the small boy back, Ivan still unaware and fast asleep on Yao's chest. Lhong stared at the foreign man and touched his differently coloured hair.
"Brother, who is this?"
"This is Ivan. I brought him here because a very bad man came to try and chase him away" Yao attempted talking like a child.
"Okay...but why is hair this colour? Why isn't it black like the rest of us?"Lhong continued to question.
Yao can only smile at the child. "Because he is special,"
Lhong paused for a few brief moments until exhaling a long breath of amazement. From a child's eyes with yet little experience, seeing a man with a different variation from everyone else can easily amaze them. Yao giggled in amusement watching the look on his little brother's face as he continued to ruffle Ivan's hair until he stirred in his sleep.
"Ok I think that's enough now, Lhong" Wu's figure appeared from the door, her smile warming the room greeting Yao with welcome. "Let the poor man sleep"
Wu then turned to Yao and leaned forwards to give him a soft kiss on the forehead and a warming hug. "Your father already told me about your disappearance. He had the two guards banished from Beijing"
Yao's eyes widened. How did his father know who the two men was if he wasn't there to witness it? No one was there to witness it? Unless his father had been hiding something. "Mother, how did father know about-"
Lhong then suddenly out of the blue, laughed softly at his brother interupting his speech.
"Yao, your holding Ivan the way Papa hugs Mama. It's like your both husband and wife except your both boys!"
"Indeed they are,"an unwelcoming voice turned the heads of the three people. Qin invited himself into the room and kept his distance from Yao and Ivan.
"Yao, care to tell us about your relationship with that man?" The three turned their attention to Yao, waiting for him to answer the tricky question. Yao gulped. What if they'd all hate him when they'd find out? Or what if he would be thrown back out onto the streets? He knew the consequences of their relationship: Dishonour, disowned, hate, no heir to the throne by blood...But he knew that this man that lies asleep with him every night is the only one that truly loves him this much.
"Dad, Mother, Lhong...Ivan is...my lover"
Qin gasped in triumph. The boy admit! It was then when Ivan slowly came to his senses and rose from his sleep.
"See this Wu and Lhong? Yao is clearly not fit to be emperor! He had fallen in love with a man! It's a dishonour to our family and to god-"Qin shouted.
"But father I love him!" Yao answered. He didn't give any care for what gender he falls in love with.
"It's an abomination! A demonic act! No son of mine shall ever fall into that path! You are no longer my son!" Qin roared as an act. He smiled throughout the whole ordeal, growing in suspicion of Yao.
"Qin, that's enough!" Wu shut the two men up and cleared her throat to speak.
"Qin, I think you are over reacting too much. As the true mother of Yao only I should choose whether to disown him or keep him. And in this case, I couldn't care less of any son or daughter of mine falls in love with their own gender. It is their choice,"
Qin glared at Wu and Yao. His plan wasn't going to well. Ivan kept quiet throughout the whole argument. Instead, he clutched tighter onto Yao's robes to comfort. Yao noticed this and cradled Ivan onto his lap, showing both his parents and to his brother how much love he is willing to give to this man. Qin could only wince at the two lovers. He couldn't stand to look at them.
"As for you Yao, I think it is great that you have found love. Ivan you are very much welcome t our family if you and Yao decide to...well.. you know" Wu hinted. Ivan smiled against Yao's chest and replied "I'll be planning on that shortly, your highness" Ivan replied. Wu smiled at the terrifyingly sweet, passionate man. She sat herself down next to Yao.
"Yao, I will be planning your coronation for two weeks. Your brother is too young and immature to rule China"
"No! Lhong is fit enough to rule"
"He is too young! Give the poor child a break!"
Yao then remembered a simple unanswered question he had instore for his father.
"Father, how did you know who the two guards who captured me were?"
That question shook Qin's head. There is no escape now. He'd been caught. But he felt no guilt in his heart. Instead, he felt anger, frustration and fury all at once. The feeling became too powerful and strong for his weak aging heart.
(YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I WANTED TO MAKE QIN SAY "FFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU" ETC... BUT THEN AGAIN THIS IS A SERIOUS STORY SO NONE OF THAT FOR U GAIZ!)
The memories, faults and feelings processed in his mind was too much to be just an overload. And so, the man dropped to his knees and staggered onto the carpeted floor. The last thing to leave his eyes were panicked guards and the face of his kind enemy.
The question will never been answered.
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2 weeks later...
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Qin's body was buried just outside the palace. Although his father had been suspicious for Yao's disappearance, Yao still forgave the old man even if the dead man can't hear him forgive him. Yao bowed at his father's graved silently praying the final words. Ivan was right behind him, hand on his shoulder for guidance.
"Yao, we have to go. The ceremony will start soon" Ivan whispered in his lover's ear. Yao nodded and finished praying. The sun brightly shone across the midday sky, filling Beijing with life and joy. Today, Yao becomes an emperor.
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"You are now Wang Yao: Emperor of China"
Yao felt the eyes of hundred's of his people watch him sit on the throne. The crowds cheered for the rightful heir and small tears formed in Yao's eyes. This power is overwhelming. Having gained control of a huge country made him feel so important. Yao waved at his people promising a better country, a better environment, a ban on slavery and a rise in crops and money.
Ivan walked towards him, walking stick in one hand silencing the crowd for a few brief moments. He struggled to find Yao and so, Yao took hold of the larger man's hands.
"Yao, I know I can't see you, but I bet you look incredibly beautiful" Ivan cooed, ghosting his hands over the small features of Yao's face and body. The Chinese man blushed at the affection Ivan was giving him in front of over a thousand Chinese people.
"Yao," Ivan kneeled down on one knee and pulled out a small box from his pockets "Marry me?"
How could Yao resist?
AAAANDDD THATSONE STORY FINISHED! WHOOOOOPPPPPP! BUT STAY TUNED FOR THE EPILOGUE IF I AM BOTHERED ENOUGH TO MAKE ONE!
THANK YOU ALLLL SOOOO MUCH FOR CONTINUED SUPPORT AND ALL THE REVIEWS AND FAVES AND FOLLOWS. You are all awesome and I luVs YAH!
IF YOU'VE READ THE "CLICK SEND AND DIE STORY", AS YOU ALL KNOW THIS ACCOUNT NOW BELONGS TO TWO PEOPLE :ME AND JENEL. ANYWAYSZZZ SEE U GUYS ON THE EPILOGUE...maybe