Yao Wang

S-Class

Country: China

Favorite Weapon: Pandas, ninja moves, and more even more epic ninja moves

Other: That panda loving, cute things lover. He has an attraction to Russia, and lots of brothers and children. He may seem old, but that's mostly because of the fact he has recorded more of his history than other countries. He, Britannia and Spain are about the same age. He's very kind and calm most of the time, but he can sometimes be super hyper and fun-loving.


Yao felt bad. He hadn't seen Toris or Ivan or anyone that night. Moreover, he'd seen Kiku and Hercules dancing closely. That wasn't normal behavior for Kiku. Even if they hardly talked anymore.

Ah, how his life was falling apart. He was trying to put it back together, but the pieces just weren't fitting anymore. Nothing fit anymore. Ivan took up all the space, filled up every edge of his existence that there was no more pieces to fit.

Ivan and he, they fit together. Too well, that no one else fit.

But Ivan wasn't here tonight. So Yao sat down on the benches and stayed alone. He was the lone piece of one rather unsolvable puzzle.


Matthew didn't even know that having so much fun was even possible. Actually, he never even considered it.

This was absolutely thrilling. He hadn't been asked to a dance before, and floating around the dance floor with Gilbert was not even describable. But he was trying to describe it. The music pounded, maybe a bit too loud for his tastes, and he couldn't understand the words.

"Hey Mattie, you want to go help your miserable best friend? I'm afraid Artie didn't show" Gilbert suggested, as the song changed to some slutty suggestive song that was probably American.

Matthew nodded sweetly, and they both walked over to Alfred, hand in hand.

"Hey Al, sulking is boring!" Gilbert said, shoving a newly acquired glass of fruit punch into the slack hand.

"I'm worried about Arthur… I haven't seen him in forever. Not since the pep rally was over, and he was furious at me. Because I did something that I'm sure he regrets right now…"

"Alfred, Arthur adores you. You're the only one he treats like this, it's just that your actions hurt him more than others, and that you're extremely insensitive." Matthew said softly, blue eyes meeting blue. They could pass off for brothers, if Matthew didn't look more like Francis than he wished to.

"I don't know anymore… I love him, Mattie. And all I've ever seemed to do is cause him pain."

Gilbert sighed, just as clueless as expected. "Then why don't you just invade his vital regions or something, Al?"

Matthew spared him a soft glare, and then turned his attention back to Alfred.

"Dances just suck like this. And by the way, I think he's mad at me because I did just that" Alfred said, dropping his eyes back to their feet.

"Dances are fun, Alfred! Now go, you told me you promised Toris to ask him, right? Now find him!" Matthew hardly lost his temper but Alfred was the only one he could lose himself with.

"Arthur… I've…" Alfred buried his head in his hands.

Gilbert butted in. "You said you pretty much invaded his vital regions, right? Tell me what exactly you did."

"I made out with him. For the third time. Well, if you count the multiple kisses as one." Alfred muttered darkly. Matthew was actually getting creeped out. If Alfred was America then was this the Great depression?

And then his words registered in Matthew's brain.

"You WHAT?" Matthew shrieked.

"I kissed him the first time, then he kissed me, and then I kissed him and we haven't talked since, because Yao walked in on us. I think he was really furious about that…"

"YAO WALKED IN ON YOU?" Matthew was thoroughly freaked. Gilbert seemed to be rather frozen in shock.

"Okay, repeat that." He said once he regained his calm. Alfred gave him a weak smile.


It's not everyday that you go the bathroom to find a suspicious man lurking in there. Miguel had found his way into that very situation. Ivan Braginski was staring at a locked stall, muttering to it in soft tones.

Miguel decided that he had to approach the situation with caution.

"Hey, dude. There's other stalls if you need to piss-" Miguel started with, afraid to ask what the tall blonde man had been doing.

"No, da. I don't need to use the toilet facilities here, kolkolkol…"

"Then stop staring at the fucking toilet stall! Privacy is allowed, you know. The poor guy in there is probably too scared to come out anyways." Miguel stated. The guy was freaky. Totally freaky. It was like looking at a serial killer.

Ivan chuckled softly and he ripped out the sink pipe and waved it at Miguel. "I'm sure Arthur isn't able to come out. Even if he wanted to. I just don't know what to do with the body, da"

And suddenly the air turned very veeerrrry cold. Miguel, gratefully, had the past of being a slum gangster, so he knew how to deal with this. The likeliness of him being intimidating was nearly zero, so the best thing was to do what no man should ever have to.

Scream like a sissy. Correction, louder than a sissy. Who cared since he was just now noticing the blood speckles on the bathroom floor.

Why did this remind him of Harry Potter and the mountain troll?

But he didn't have a wand to stick up it's nose… That was just too bad, amigo.

"... ... !"

Ivan's dark aura got colder as he screamed bloody murder. Maybe he should've used another method to get attention to himself.

Here is where you commence in running away like a sissy while he tried to beat you with the bloody plumping pipe.

"Help ME!" Miguel commenced in running/screaming out of the bathroom. Ivan was chasing him, as expected. What wasn't expected was running straight into Alfred.

Crap. This was his running away to save the British git from the bathroom. Alfred, this is not the time to be a hero. He knew what he was doing!

"Miguel, why does… What's going on?" Alfred asked, grabbing him from running away.

"Go get the British guy out of the bathroom. I think Ivan was trying to kill him or something!" Miguel knew that Arthur was Alfred's biggest weakness. Anything happened to him, and Alfred went ballistic.

Alfred got that look. That pissed off look. Miguel waved him off and continued running. Ivan had almost caught up to him. He didn't want to become mince meat.

Or baked in some sort of Russian pie. Shit, that was a scary thought.


Arthur tried to move his arms. Dammit, Ivan. He felt his foot slip, and he fell off his perch on the toilet seat.

His head hit the floor with a dull thunk. This was illegal. This was very illegal.

"Arthur?" The frantic voice sounded nice. Anybody other than Ivan sounded nice. Ivan, the bitch.

"Miguel said you were in here, so come on! Arthur!" The voice rung a bell. It sounded really familiar. Really familiar.

"Arthur, there's no reason to be scared or anything, it's me!" I don't know who me is, Arthur thought furiously.

"Mpphfft" He tried. The duct tape around his mouth was doing it's job, considering there was half a roll wrapped around his entire head.

About five rolls securing the rest of his body from free movement were also used, and doing their job quite well. Ivan… He really hoped that he could get Ivan into some serious shit after this. Jail, probably.

Or bite back, twice as hard. Kidnap him to get Alfred to-

"Arthur?" The voice called. That's it! The voice registered. Alfred. Did that mean that Ivan's plan went through?

Did Alfred decide to disband Subsidal? No, he wouldn't. He wouldn't. Not for Arthur, maybe Kiku, or Matthew, or someone he actually cared about.

Alfred found his way here on different circumstances.

He better have, or else Arthur would kill him ten times over. Then feast on his carcass.

He heard each and every stall being opened one by one, until Alfred got to the one he was currently inhabiting.

"Arthur!" Alfred squeaked. Arthur rolled his eyes as he was pulled into the blonde's lap. "You're all duct taped."

Understatement of the year.

"Gffddannet, Ulfwed!" Speech was difficult to pull off when you had duct tape all over your face.

"What is it?" Alfred said gently. He looked down in Arthur's eyes with a shy smile. "You don't have any injuries, that's good. Just lots, and lots of duct tape. Unless there's something underneath your clothes I don't know about…"

"Dwon weeu deawe!" Arthur squeaked. If his hands were free then he woudn't smacked away the now probing hands. All he wanted was for Alfred to take the duct tape off.

Duct tape is amazing to bind prisoners. But when you're the prisoner, you start to really hate the stuff.

"Just small scratches and bruises so far." Alfred confirmed.

"Jwus teec da duwc dafe uff"

"Hm?" Alfred picked him up, bridal style, and put him down on one of the sinks for closer inspection.

"Teec da duwc wafe uff!"

"Arthur, I can't understand you with the duct tape. Give me a second, I think I can find someone with scissors somewhere in the school… Maybe. But I don't want to leave you here…" His blue eyes showed real concern, but he didn't seem to be freaking out as bad as expected. He was acting more… melancholy.

Melancholy was not the best emotion to be feeling right now. A little more worry on the side please? Way to make Arthur feel like trash.

He felt really shitty right now.

"You know, I don't think this is the best time to ask you this, but once this whole duct tape issue is over, you think… maybe… you might not mind going to the dance with me?" Alfred asked, with another, different, shy smile.

If he wasn't duct taped, he would've fallen off the stupid sink.

"I mean, it's a really bad time! But I think it would cheer you up and since I think anyone would need cheering up after dealing with being duct taped by that Ivan freak and stuck on a toilet for who knows how long…"

Oh. He meant it as a friend. Arthur let that fact slowly register in his abused brain. He shut his eyes. Only a friend. He was only a friend.

He felt teeth on his cheek. What was Alfred doing, trying to give him heart shock? Heart attacks are serious! Comas are just as serious!

He felt the duct tape ripping afterwards. The stinging pain was worse than expected. The stupid stuff didn't want to come off.

"I hope that didn't hurt so bad… It's the stuff in your hair that's going to cause us problems…" Alfred trailed off. Us… Arthur felt like his heart was going to beat right out of his chest.

After ten minutes or so, the duct tape finally fell off his mouth and the rest of his head, soggy from the humid air he breathed in and out.

"How's that?" Alfred asked gently. Arthur was sure he was blushing to his bloody ears.

"Better, to say the least. I think I lost most of my hair, and that I might never be able to grow facial hair ever, even if I turn eighty, but better."

"If you can still snark, I think you're fine." Alfred laughed. "That should've been the hardest part. The stuff stuck to your jacket shouldn't hurt so much."

"Oh pleasant. If your still going to be using your teeth to rip the tape, then your mouth is going to touch every place on my body I'd rather not have you touch." Or maybe, really, really, really want you to, but that's not the point.

"Sorry, but you're still pretty much defenseless, and I don't know how long Miguel can distract Ivan." Alfred stated. Arthur felt something lift from his chest. Miguel was distracting Ivan? If Alfred had agreed to the deal then Ivan wouldn't have to be distracted.

"So you didn't agree to what Ivan was offering as my ransom?" He asked, as the teeth brushed against his thigh and settled on the duct tape there.

"What? He was holding you for ransom?" Alfred asked as soon as he'd torn the duct tape.

"He had the crazy notion that you'd trade Subsidal for me."

"I'd never trade anything for Subsidal… Well, maybe I would… yea, I think I would. I would trade almost anything for you, Subsidal included. I would disband Subsidal to save you, or any of the other members. Life is more important than a band, my future… I can do something else for a living, you know. Subsidal may be my first choice, but once one of you guys are dead, you aren't coming back. What choice is there?"

"Choosing to save your future, I mean, he wasn't going to kill any of us-"

"He'd take you away from me. What's a star without a planet?"

"A lonely one." Arthur felt his legs freed form their tapey bindings.

One thing that was striking him was how mature he was being. Alfred was never mature. He was a child at heart.

"But what's a planet without a star?"

"An asteroid, like Ceres-"

"You should know better than ever, Artie. You've been stuck in this position more than I have been."

"Empty. Dead." Arthur ignored the teeth that were a bit too close to a rather sensitive area of his chest.

Alfred ripped the rest of the duct tape off of his arms in one solid motion. Arthur jumped off the sink, and he was caught before he reached the ground.

"So, what do you say? You want to go with me to the dance?"

"Why not, hero?" Arthur said returning the smile. Alfred beamed. And kissed him smack on the mouth.

...Miguel was getting the sneaky suspicion that Alfred had forgotten about him…


A/N: HA! HA! Anyways, short but wonderful chappie in my opinion. Alfred and Arthur being sweet to each other. And Arthur's extreme self consciousness. Fast update for me, yay! Well you guys are going to hate me for this, but I've already typed up to 180 pages of this on my comp, but I'm too lazy to update with chapters. Poll on my profile, 'cause I need help with the plot. Yep.

But oh noes? What is going to happen to Ivan? Or Miguel? Oh noes!

Na, Miguel is fine. Short people can be very resourceful.

Ivan: She doesn't own, da.

Miguel: Hetalia, he means.

Yao: I get the feeling that this is going to the dogs.

Me: You don't even...