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Hahaha… I'm a very responsible person, you know. This fic is NOT dead! *thunder and lightning*


Going back to the hotel, guess who Arthur had the misfortune to meet?

The most annoying person in the world…

"IGGY! Dude, I haven't seen you in days? How's it doing?" Alfred cried from across the whole length of the corridor just as Arthur stepped out of the lift, causing the vampire to wince and massage his ears. Almost all the happiness in his body flew away, screaming.

Oh, god…

"…America," Walking towards his former charge, he greeted in the most un-enthusiastic voice he can master. "Nothing much... Get out of my way, git- I need to go to my roo-"

Alfred wagged a finger at Arthur, and put on a serious tone. "I don't think so."

Hitching his bag more securely on his shoulders, Arthur glared. "Why? Why would I not want to go to my room?"

In a flash, Alfred's face was too close to his own for comfort. Alfred said nothing for a few second, just to increase the tension. When Arthur finally decided he was going to knee the American's crotch if he doesn't move soon, the other man said...

"'cause that fat commie is waiting for ya by your door," He lowered his voice in an attempt to make a bigger impact.

Staring piercingly at America, even the grimace had skidded off Arthur's face, replaced with shock mixed with anger in his chest. The vampire in his mind was snarling, filled with animosity. "You mean, Russia, don't you?" he finally spoke after a tense moment, his voice tightening.

The smile that had faded from Alfred's face during those few minutes immediately reappeared upon his face so suddenly it was rather alarming. He blobbed his head up and down, and a strong hand slapped Arthur's back painfully, Alfred's way to being a good friend.

"Un-huh," he beamed. "But, don't worry, dude! When I saw that commie, I chased him away, so yeah!" Triumphantly, Alfred punched the air, laughing. "I'm the HEROOOO!"

"Did Russia say anything?"

"Nah~ He was dead quiet. I think I have scared him with my hero-ness! HAHAHA! He's probably wet his pant in fear."

Though, secretly, Arthur was glad that America was the one who confronted Yao's possessive boyfriend, he knew it was not long before the northern country made his move. But, at least, he didn't know about Arthur being a vampire and is stronger, more powerful than normal humans… right?

We cannot take any chances, Arthur.

Yes, I know.

XXXX

Yao didn't want to be angry. Not now, not with him.

"Really, aru," he said with a sigh. "What is wrong, Yiwan, aru? You haven't been acting like yourself lately… is there anything you want to tell me? A problem shared is a problem halved, after all, aru."

This was supposed to be a relaxing meal together. Yao had being looking forward to this all day, but Ivan was strangely quiet today. Hell, he was freaking silent. One look at him you'd run away, shrieking, but Yao really was concerned, so he stayed.

Yao bit his bottom lip, the guilt of accepting Arthur's offer of courting him was coming back. Well, it seemed like a pretty good idea at the time…

Ivan did not respond, but continued looking deeply into his cup of coffee.

"Is there some thing going on in your country that's affecting you, aru?" Yao asked again, refusing to give up. "Is Belarus bothering you?"

Still, no answer.

Puffing up his cheek, Yao turned his head to look at the other people in the café. All of them were having a great time, chatting and gossiping. A small 'aiya' escaped his mouth.

"All you ever say is 'aiya'…"

Yao's amber eyes widened. "What do you mean, aru? Are you upset just because I say 'aiya'?" he asked the Russian sitting opposite ridiculously.

"…every time bad things happen, you say 'aiya', then dismiss it," Ivan replied, a vacant look in his eyes. "Tell me this, Yao-yao... if our relationship fails, would you do that?"

Yao was speechless. "W-what do you mean, aru? Why w-would our relationship fail?" he stammered. "Stop being like this, and just tell me wha-!"

"You think I don't know about you and England, da?" Ivan's glaze sharpened. "I'm not a fool, Yao-yao."

"M-me and England? Rubbish, aru! I'd never cheat, Yiwan!" the petite man protested. "You know that, aru!"

Ivan's voice hardened. "Now you're lying to me, Yao, da? Admit it!"

"But, I'm not! Me and Arthur are just friends, aru." Yao felt a surge of anger rise. "Just because I'm dating you-"

"See, you are using his human name, da? Exactly, what kind of friend are you two?" Ivan demanded, a dark aura emitting from him.

Yao has had enough. "YIWAN, STOP! Stop accusing me of something I haven't done!" He stood up, slamming his hand, palm-down in the table and knocking his coffee over. But, even when the hot liquid burnt his fingers, he didn't look away from Ivan's erotic eyes.

"I want you to stop interacting with Великобритания[1]," Russia said coldly.

He was about to say more when Yao interrupted him. "I can be friends with anyone I like, Ivan, aru. You cannot control me."

The challenge was not missed by Ivan. As Yao snatched his coat and exited the café, he said under his breath, "Kolkolkol~ I think I can, little Китай. Wait and see~"

XXXX

Walking away from the café, China was trembling from head to toe, his eyes now sparkling with tears.

Numbly, he reached into his pocket.

Beep— beep—beep—

"Hello? Arthur Kirkland speaking."

Yao's face split into a weak smile and he sniffed, rubbing his nose with his long sleeve. "Wei, Arthur? It's me, ahen… could you come and collect me?" After telling Arthur the address, he sat himself down on the stone wall, fencing off the dead flowers, and waited, no expression on his face

Fifteen minutes later, Arthur arrived, looking as if he ran all the way. His hair messed up and shirt crumpled, once he saw the Asian man, he sighed in relief and speed walked towards the man. About half way, he realized that was not a prank.

"Yao!"

Hearing the yell, Yao lifted his head and gave a weak smile, his strong façade collapsing. "…You came, ahen."

"Of course I did! What the hell happened?"

From the alleyway next to the café, a man watched with hate-filled eyes.

No one was going to take away his Yao-yao~ It was time he claimed what was his...

XXXX

Arthur never took care of a grown man before, even though his house used to be filled with little colonies running around and causing chaos. Children are different from adults and the English nation was clueless for what should be done.

"Yao, are you sure you are okay?" he asked for the hundredth time.

The Chinese nation who was currently sitting on Arthur's bed, bare-feet- the shoes had been kicked off to a corner, nodded. "I'm fine, Opium," he replied wearily.

England frowned at the nickname, but he didn't say anything. The vampire inside him was delighted that his 'mate' was in their bed room, and Arthur was rather pleased also.

Strands of soft black hair fell over Yao's forehead as he hugged the pillow tightly, trying to comfort himself. The pink cheeks were irresistible and his quivering bottom lip was just begging to be warmed up by Arthur's kisses. Even more, the overly big coat and hat completed the adorable picture.

Uncontrollably, his heartbeat broke into a sprint.

Meanwhile, Yao was drowning himself in self pity. Was it a bad idea to be so close to Arthur? They did have a bad relationship in the past- Yao had not forgiven him for taking Hong away yet…oh, don't forget the opium… but, it was in the past. Maybe, the future was going to be better? Maybe, they could learn from their mistakes and put away their differences?

Or, is he causing all the problems in his life himself?

"Arthur, ahen? Do you think Ivan don't want me any more because I'm not good enough?" That horrible question which had being lurking in his head even since Yao left the café, just slipped out of his mouth. "Is something wrong with me, ahen? Every-"

Yao sneaked a look at Arthur's surprised face and silently watched the English nation approached. He sat beside Yao calmly. "Yao…"

Crazily, tears pricked at his eyelids and Yao blinked them back. He was only vaguely aware of Arthur's shy glances in his direction, but his senses sprang into overdrive when those cold fingers stroked his hand.

"Arthur, aru?"

Suddenly, Arthur's lips found Yao's. Then, after what seemed like forever, the vampire pulled away. A small whimper escaped from Yao's mouth. Or was it just in his head…?

"There's nothing wrong with you, Yao," Arthur looked straight into his eyes, strong hands on the smaller man's thin shoulders. "There is only one word that can describe you: Perfect. You are just perfect- so perfect, you already have all my love."

"Forever."

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A.N.

[1] Googled that… I don't know Russian! *clueless…*

Thanks to all reviewers and readers: Iggychu (x2), Limelavender, PandaTeaLovers (x2), tamaara123, Chakragirl, and citrine sunflower~

So cheesy! ~

Well, it isn't February yet~ I know, I know. *sigh* This story had been in my head for ages, and sitting on a bus and daydreaming tends to make you want to write all your ideas down…

Limelavender: Murderous Iggychu fangirls? With Iggy's temper and Yao's Kungfu skills… what do you think?

Yeah, life is normal for me. A few fallen trees due to strong winds and stuff~ :D

And, this chapter is published now for a reason…

….

HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR EVERYONE!

*beam* Year of the Dragon!(I know I'm early, but it's the start of the weekends, so more readers. Yes, I'm a genius...not~) Don't you think the festivals just come one after the other? Christmas, New Year, and then Chinese New Year! Brilliant!

Review! And, I'll give you a Dragon Warrior sized dumpling~

*P.S. Tell me if you want a happy ending, a sad ending, or a super sad ending. I can't decide! D: