A/N: Hey so this is my new story, I know I haven't finished the last one but you know me... to an extent.

This isn't that kinky now but it will be in the last chapter so it's going to be M to start with.

Made in China

Summary: China is experiencing a weird problem: he is can't help but write his name on everything. He knows it's from the sudden increase of exports from his country and 'China' or 'Made in China' being on everything he exports and now the problem is becoming bigger. The other nations decide he needs to stop and Ivan so kindly suggests a way for him to stop. However when the urges become too much and the only thing he has is a permanent marker and Ivan as his canvas Yao cracks.

Pairing: Rochu, some hints of USUK, Prucan, Gerita and Giripan.

Rating: M (defiantly M)

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or these chracters but this idea is of my own imagination.

R&R?

Yao fingered the pen in his pocket as he sat in a world meeting listening to Ludwig talk about solving the current economic crisis in Europe. Unfortunately the countries whom would benefit from this weren't listening, or they were Feliciano and they were staring at Ludwig's ass instead of listening.

"I have an idea!" Alfred jumped from his seat. Arthur groaned shaking his head in disgrace.

"Just sit down," Arthur mumbled quietly so only people sitting near Alfred could hear. Yao bit his lip pulling out a notebook to find a clean page. One of his urges had come back: not like he was an addict or something, he had just noticed lately that he enjoyed writing a certain set of words over and over again.

Unfortunately he had written on every single page. 'Made in China' or just 'China' written on every page in Chinese, English and any other language that they throw their way.

"We should just let more American's into Europe as tourist!" Alfred proclaimed. Usually at this point Kiku would agree with Alfred but he was currently not at the meeting. He apparently 'wasn't feeling well' at the exact same time his boyfriend, Hercules, had to take care of a sick 'cat'.

"You idiot! We're in a economic crisis because you are!" Arthur stood growling at him.

"That's because they started getting sick from English cooking," Francis added in laughing.

"What did you say? You ass!" Arthur jumped on Francis starting a fight with the Frenchman. Alfred stood there staring into the distance in thought like he was considering a life decision or trying to decide to nuke a whole country: you could never really tell with Alfred.

"Oh yeah! I am to! Ahahahahahaha!" Alfred began laughing and watching Francis and Arthur fight, even cheering Arthur on at times.

This was usually Yao's cue to say something about immature young nations but he was too preoccupied with finding something to settle his urges.

It seemed the whole meeting was falling apart today.

"Ivan," Yao whispered lighting touching Ivan's shoulder. Ivan turned to him with that childish grin but his eyes widened in surprise.

"Yes, Yao Yao?" Ivan turned his head in question. Yao scowled at the nickname- they weren't dating or anything so he found the nickname inappropriate.

"Do you have a spare piece of paper I could have: I filled my book?" Yao explained deciding not to comment on the nickname since he wanted something from Ivan (which had also worked with their treaty though Yao was ashamed to say he sucked up to Ivan a bit for him to agree on some of their terms).

"Da, I packed a spare one today because mine was almost full but it seems I will not be taking many notes today so you can have it," Ivan smiled passing the notebook to Yao.

"Thank you, aru," Yao smiled gratefully opening to the first page and pulling out his pen.

He began to scribble down the common text that was actually printed on the back on this notebook: Made in China, Made in China, China, Made in China, China, China.

Yao had discovered with his recent rise in exports and with all his factories printing the text on so many products he developed urges to write the text everywhere.

It had started with just writing it in the corner of his notebooks, then he filled entire books with the text and now he actually caught himself scratching it into tables or on concrete pathways.

Once he had to sneak out at night and spray paint it on the side of one of Ivan's buildings at a world conference in Russia.

He felt so guilty afterwards that he went back the next night and painted over it to amend his mistake.

Yao had tried throwing out all his pens and baking some biscuits but he had shaped the chocolate treats to say China. So Yao returned to filling notebooks with the text written in reds, blues and blacks and then being added to the ever-growing pile in his bedroom whilst eating a hundred cookies in the shape of only five letters.

Yao had decided not to say anything to his family, as it was a very strange addiction he had developed and he wasn't that close to other nations he now sat near.

Ludwig began to shake at the other end of the table as Gilbert had picked a fight with Roderick, which Matthew was dragging him away from now.

Feliciano stood tapping Ludwig's shoulder with a dorky smile. Ludwig relaxed leaning to one side to let the Italian whisper in his ear. Ludwig nodded sitting down calmly and letting the fights that had broken out in the room continue.

Today's meeting was very unusual indeed.

Yao flipped pages scribbling on the double spread quickly. He poked his tongue out as he wrote China vertically in his native language.

"Why do you write the same thing over and over again?" Ivan asked reading over his shoulder. Yao jumped slamming the book closed and blushing.

No one seemed to notice them luckily so Yao hissed at him in a reply: "It's just something that keeps happening- I keep getting strange urges to write China on everything."

"Oh, I get urges to drink sometimes- but I think that it's common since my boss calls me an alcoholic," Ivan informed the Asian man with a clueless grin. Sometime Yao thought Ivan was playing stupid because he was actually bright but then he realized that drinking the way he did was normal to Ivan.

"You do drink to much, aru," Yao replied flipping to the next page and beginning to write again.

Ivan gave Yao a quiet laugh turning his attention back to the fight. He decided his money was on Arthur since he seemed angrier for some reason.

"What are they fighting about this time?" Yao asked eyeing them unimpressed.

"Something about the economy," Ivan replied smiling innocently.

"Idiots, aru," Yao mumbled bringing his legs up to support the notepad.

"It's very amusing," Ivan grinned letting out a soft giggle. Yao smirked watching Arthur pull Francis' hair: this was actually quite amusing.

"Agh! Let go you scone-burning-magic-weirdo!" Francis screamed trying to kick him off. He managed to get a hold of Arthur's eyebrows and began to pull.

"Shit! Let go!" Arthur pulled harder on Francis hair.

"They fight like women on American TV shows," Ivan commented. Yao snorted and let out a laugh.

"Why hasn't Ludwig yelled at them?" Yao asked leaning back on his seat to see the German talking to Elizabeta about something with a calm stoic look on his face.

"Feliciano calmed him down, I think they're an item now," Ivan commented his eyes only skimming the nations before they returned to Yao. Yao didn't notice staring in disbelief at the calm German man.

"Let me guess: my siblings are trying to pull a prank on me," Yao continued noticing Im So and Kaoru were missing.

"No, they're asleep behind you on the couch," Ivan told him. Yao paused turning to kneel on his seat.

He saw Im So had fallen asleep against Kaoru's shoulder and Kaoru was leaning on Im So's head snoring.

"Taking Hercules place in his absence I see," Yao laughed when Im So wrapped his arm around Kaoru and began stroking his chest mumbling something about boobs.

"Where is he?" Ivan asked with a curious smile. Yao turned back around resting in his seat. He hated America's place because the seats at his place were huge and made him feel small because Ivan always took up the whole seat and he barely covered half of it.

"He said he was taking care of a sick cat and Kiku called in sick," Yao told him emphasizing how much he didn't believe Hercules was taking care of a cat.

"Oh." Ivan thought for a second. "Oh… I see," Ivan smiled at Yao knowingly.

Ivan was good company when he wasn't being creepy or trying to get Yao to become one with him. Which meant when they weren't alone together.

Also they shared a common hate for certain nations (*cough*Alfred*cough*) and Ivan always listened so intently it made Yao feel important no matter what he was saying.

Yao swore he could tell Ivan he was thinking about burning a few buildings today Ivan would calmly reply with the best accelerants to use and never tell a soul. That was the other thing he liked about Ivan: he always kept secrets and never felt the need to gossip about other nations.

It could've been perhaps because he was often the victim of cruel gossip and really had no one to gossip with than Yao.

Sure sometimes he went drinking with Alfred: he often spoke about how much he hated drinking with Alfred because he was louder when drunk and Ivan had to carry him home.

He's so heavy as well, Ivan would complain, and fat.

Yao would scowl him for saying something like that about someone else but secretly he knew it was true and would laugh afterwards when Ivan was gone.

"I'm hungry," Alfred complained sitting down and watching his boyfriend fight.

"I don't care," Ivan replied smiling innocently. Alfred glared at him poking his tongue out.

"Your mum cares," Alfred replied.

"I don't have a mother," Ivan retorted. Yao sighed turning his attention back to his urges.

Wow that sounded really dirty to Yao, maybe he should find another word for it.

Alfred's phone rang and he gave Ivan the finger answering his phone and walking off.

Yao knew there bantering was nothing more than child's play but it had become serious in the past so he always kept an eye on them when they picked on each other.

"Hello, uhuh, oh… okay," Alfred nodded. He glanced at Yao for a second and Yao felt a bit worried for a second and nervously began fiddling with his pen.

"Now that you've both finished," Ludwig began looking down in disgust at the beaten up nations, "it's lunch time- you all have exactly one hour."

Many nations left quickly with only Feliciano and Ludwig taking a while for Ludwig to sort his papers. America was waiting for something and Arthur and Francis were trying to pick themselves off the floor.

Yao sat unaware he was in his lunch break scratching away on his page in Chinese this time. Ivan started to look at him concerned for his well being and then took the notebook lifting it in the air high above his head.

Yao looked confused like a young kitten then he began to chase it kneeling on his seat.

"Hey! Ivan! Give it back," Yao scowled trying to get the notebook back.

"Yao, are you okay?" Alfred asked.

"I'm fine, aru," Yao snapped standing up to get his notebook back. Well Ivan's notebook but he had given it to Yao. Ivan was also standing meaning he was able to keep the notebook far out of his reach.

"Dude, your little sister just called and said she found heaps of books in your bedroom filled with the same thing. She said you've also scratched it into tables and painted it over and over again on a canvas," Alfred explained. "That's kind of creepy."

Yao slumped into his chair, going red as a tomato when Arthur and Francis sat down staring curiously at him.

"It's just been happening," Yao explained. "I can't explain it."

"How many notebooks have you filled?" Ivan asked his smile gone and replaced with concern.

"A few… maybe 20…" Ivan raised an eyebrow not believing him. "Okay, aru, 42. I've filled 42 notebooks and scratched onto the back of my night stand and a few other places…"

Yao decided not to mention the spray paint since he was still rather ashamed of it.

"Maybe this is a problem," Arthur suggested. Yao scowled at him crossing his arms over his chest.

"It's not a problem, aru, no one is getting hurt," Yao scowled.

"Yao, Kiku sent me this," Alfred held up his phone to show Yao had actually planted China in herbs in his front lawn. "He said when he stayed over you were scratching it into the door with a nail file and when he tried to take it from you-"

"My door has no marks on it," Yao snapped.

"Because it was your back door and you threw a nail file at him… in your sleep," Alfred finished rather worried.

"Oh…" Yao went a bit red laughing nervously, "oops."

"I think this is more serious than you're making it out to be," Ivan looked at him sideways worried with a tilted head.

"Wait a second, I write the same thing over and over and I'm getting a talk but he drinks like there's no tomorrow and it's normal," Yao pointed to Ivan with a childish scowl.

"That's because when he gets really drunk he just ask unsuspecting straight men to become one with him and falls asleep on bench's cuddling an empty bottle of vodka," Alfred rolled his eyes.

"Exactly, and whilst Alfred's constant eating will kill him one day nobody cares so it's not a problem," Ivan smiled.

"Hey!" Alfred looked completely offended as Francis\ just laughed.

"Ve, but if it's affecting you in your sleep then you should probably deal with it," Italy but in, sitting on the table near Yao.

Ludwig looked up shocked wondering how he got all the way to the other end of the table in such a short time.

"I guess," Yao thought looking at the table worried. "I don't even know why I'm doing it!"

"It's probably because you're exporting so much with China printed on every product," Ludwig added the idea. Yao bit his lip the sudden urge to write coming to him again.

"Well, there has to be a way to make him stop," Arthur announced as Yao turned his attention to his bag. He began shuffling through it looking for any paper he could write on.

He found a pot of red paint and a small paintbrush. Yao's best guess was that it was because he lost his regular meeting bag. So he had a choice between his hello kitty bag, a panda bag and his art bag.

Obviously he chose the art bag to save him self the ridicule.

Yao started ignoring the group again and stared over at his siblings. This would be a great way to get back at them and he would be able to cure his urge for now.

Yao slipped out of his seat undetected and kneeled near his siblings opening the pot and dipping his paintbrush in.

He smiled testing the paint on their skin.

"Good, it works," Yao nodded beginning to paint their faces with the text.

"Yao," Ivan called out to him. Yao paused turning and staring at the group. Arthur shook his head face palming.

"Sorry, I can't control it, aru," Yao apologised wincing.

"Ugh, what's going on?" Kaoru began to wake up. Yao jumped finishing the text and hiding the evidence behind his back. Yao kneeled there staring at the two wide-eyed.

"Uh…" Yao coughed, "It's lunch time."

"Oh, okay," Kaoru looked down to see Im So snuggling him. "Wake up idiot."

Kaoru hit Im So earning a whimper from the smaller nation.

"Don't talk to your brother like that," Yao snapped. Kaoru pushed him off not even seeing the paint on his brother's face and walked out.

Im So groaned rolling off the couch and crawling out.

"See you brother," He waved sleepily over one shoulder. Yao raised an eyebrow as they left.

The door slammed and Yao stood walking back to the group with his head bowed like a guilty child. He looked to one side when Ivan began to tap his foot with his arms crossed.

"Sorry," Yao apologised again. Ivan held out a hand and Yao placed the paint in his hand grumbling.

"And the brush," Ivan urged. Yao passed it to him sitting down with his arms crossed.

"So it's just something that happens, oui? Like being horny," Francis asked in his own special way.

"Not like being horny, like when you have a sudden need to eat a certain food or a-"

"It's like that show strange addictions," Alfred announced. Ivan sat the paint down with the brush on top and it was in Yao's reach. Yao knew he had done that on purpose.

"Nobody watches your crap TV shows," Arthur commented glaring at him.

"Well… you suck to," Alfred retorted.

"Eloquent, dear Alfred," He commented sarcastically.

"Ve, when Ludwig started cleaning everything to the extreme all we did is made a small mess on the table and Luddy wasn't allowed to touch it," Italy explained.

"If I did then Feliciano had full permission to make a huge mess in the kitchen and invite his brother and those three over," Ludwig commented.

"I tried that," Yao admitted, "and tried to distract myself with cooking but then I started…"

"You started?" Alfred urged him on.

"Baking things in the shapes of those letters, aru," Yao admitted letting his head fall to the desk.

"That is a problem Yao," Ivan nodded his eyebrows merging in worry.

"I know!" Yao snapped glaring at the Russian. Ivan laughed lightly looking away completely unfazed.

"Maybe you should do what my boss tried to do to stop me drinking," Ivan said raising one finger.

"Throw out all your vodka?" Yao asked. Ivan looked at him shocked like he had said Ivan could die in a hole and kiss his Asian ass.

"That's very mean- he'd never do that. He just wanted me to cut back," Ivan nodded his face serious for only a second.

"What did he do?" Arthur asked.

"First he sent me to a psychologist… but he quit and moved to Canada," Ivan began, "then he put tape over my mouth and locked me in my bedroom. I went 10 hours without a single drop of vodka and now I've cut way back on how much a drink."

"No you haven't," Alfred snorted.

"Yes I have: now I only drink when I know you're coming," Ivan smiled at Alfred.

"Oh… well that is cutting back,"

"And in the morning, and sometimes for dinner."

"It's less then you used drink," Yao finished sarcastically rolling his eyes. "Well I can just throw all my notepad and pens out and um…"

"Tape your hands together," Ivan finished.

"What? But I need my hands, aru," Yao gaped glaring at Ivan.

"Well we can just take turns in taking care of you and monitor your progress," Alfred shrugged.

"Easy," Feliciano cheered jumping off the table. "Let's go eat Luddy, I saw this little Italian place down the road and it smelt amazing!"

"Feliciano, maybe we should eat something else. You don't travel to another country to eat food… from your own country," Ludwig suggested.

"Silly Luddy," Feliciano laughed, "Italian food is the nicest but we can have Chinese if you want."

Ludwig nodded in agreement as they left.

"Okay so who has masking tape?" Alfred asked smiling at all of them with his hands on his hips like some hero.

"Oh, I do," Ivan leant to one side pulling the tape out of his bag.

"Why do you have tape on you? Only kidnappers carry masking tape on them!" Yao scowled backing away. Ivan simply laughed stretching the tape out.

"If I wanted to kidnap you Yao Yao, then I already would have," Ivan explained his eyes parking with something mysterious. "Hands."

"No, I refuse, I have legitimate reasons to use my hands!" Yao refused backing away on his seat.

"Then you can tell the person who's watching you and they'll temporarily take the tape off," Alfred explained.

"This is ridiculous," Yao tried to backed away as far as he could. Ivan passed the tape to Alfred and leant foreword easily snatching Yao's arm.

Ivan's hands were gloved like usual and the cool leather refused to let Yao slip out of Ivan's grip, as he was dragged foreword. Yao tried to pull back but Ivan's strength was far greater than Yao's.

"No! Aiyah! This is disrespectful! Why are we taking ideas from the country who needed a psychologist?" Yao questioned as he was forced to lean over the table.

"It was only once," Ivan laughed. Yao squeezed his eyes shut feeling Ivan place his hands around Yao's and squashed them flat together.

Alfred wrapped the tape around Yao's hands making sure he had them securely fastened together before Ivan let go.

"His hands are so tiny," Alfred laughed throwing the tape to Ivan. Ivan caught it slipping the tape back in his bag.

"I know, they are like women's hands, da?" Ivan teased not paying attention to Yao chucking a hissy fit behind him.

"So you can take him first Francis?" Alfred asked watching the French man hopefully.

"Oui, however I need to be in my home since my boss has requested to see me," Francis gave Yao an apologetic look.

"No worries, we'll just get your sister… uh…" Alfred racked his brain for the name.

"Mei, aru," Yao sighed.

"Yeah, Mei, I knew that. We'll just get Mei to pack you a bag," Alfred announced whipping out his phone.

"Fine, I still don't think this is necessary though," Yao snapped glaring at the group.

Alfred wandered off talking to his sister, Francis was laughing and smiling and Arthur was ignoring them all packing up his bag. Ivan smiled at him his eyes sparking like they always do when he looked at Yao. Yao scowled at him as purple clashed with a warm brown chocolate colour. Yao's eyes shot down and he blushed when the intense look in Ivan's eyes tried to say something to him.

Ivan's eyes were always speaking and trying to tell the world what he dared not say to another soul.

"Can you put my bag on?" Yao asked. Ivan's eyes flashed down to the bag. "Please."

"Da," Ivan leant down picking up. He closed it up and put it over the smaller mans frame.