Explanation – Chapter Two

Disclaimer: If I owned APH, I'd probably turn it into a pure yaoi show. And tell all the fangirls out there that Ivan, Yao, Im Yong Soo, Ludwig and Gilbert were mine for keeps.

To: Vash-kun and kkkr, for reviewing. (I'm thinking his/her name means 'kolkolkolrussia' Just my opinion… Anyway!)

Note: This chapter will be a bit longer, and Ivan gets a bit emotional. xD Enjoy.

= Let The RoChu Begin! =

Yao wandered the isle of the store, looking for soy sauce.
Sighing, he found the desired item and put it into the cart, then turned around to see shelves of vodka behind him.
His mind immediately replayed the scene from a few days ago, and he touched his bottom lip.

"I wonder why. . . ."

He was startled out of his thoughts when he felt his back cracking.
Opening his eyes, he saw the very familiar albino, Braginski, Ivan.

"Aiyaa! Put me down, aru! Don't you dare sneak up on me like that again, aru yo!"
"Hello, my little sunflower. You were thinking about something, it seems? Care to tell me?"
"Put me down and I'll tell you, maybe, aru!"

Ivan grinned and put Yao down in the shopping cart, then popped a pair of cat ears on the enraged nation.

"Aiyaa…"
"Are you mad about something, da~? Be happy I don't claim your chest like Im Yong Soo. . . I might have to kill him if he keeps doing that, da."

Yao grew a bit angry at the mention of killing Im Yong Soo, not considering the fact he obsessed over Yao's chest.
The albino sighed and poked Yao's nose, causing him to wrinkle it disgustedly.

"I was thinking about that day when you visited me, aru. Why did you kiss me, aru!"

Ivan frowned for a minute, and seemed lost in thought, so Yao tried awkwardly to clamber out of the cart.
He'd succeeded in doing so when the deredere albino grinned and slapped his forehead.

"Didn't I tell you? Think back and you will remember, da~!"

And he sat down crossed-legged like an oversized child, purple eyes sparkling with excitement.
Yao furrowed his brows for a moment and put his finger on his chin, trying to remember.
Then it hit him: 'I love you, Yao.'
His face crimsoned, but he kept silent.
Ivan laughed.

"It seems you remember, da~! Well, well, what do you say? Do you love me too?"

Yao growled in his throat, hurting himself, but stomped his foot stubbornly.

"No. As I said, we are both men, aru. That would be a disgrace, aru."

Said albino's eyes filled with tears, threatening to overflow any second, and Yao's love for cute things made him want to say he hadn't meant it, but pride won and he stayed rooted with a frown.

"Y-Yao doesn't love me? Did. . . . Did I do something wrong, da?"
"It's not that you did anything wrong, aru. We are both men, aru. Men. Aiyaa. . . . What a world, aru."

Yao set his jaw and turned, taking his cart to the checkout and leaving Ivan behind.
It wasn't nice to see the oversized puppy-like Russian crying, or having any other expression of pain.
Still, Yao continued to deny that it felt nice when Ivan kissed him.
A sigh, and he stepped onto the bus.
Destination: home. (Or so he thought.)

-Change of Scenery?-

Yao tiredly paid the bus driver and walked the rest of the way to his grand house, hungry and ready for a long shower.
But a shower and dinner wasn't what awaited him when he opened the door.
Ivan had somehow gotten in, and was sitting happily at the bar-style countertop and eating store-bought pirozhki.
He looked up when he heard Yao, and fresh tears made wet trails down his cheeks.
Yao huffed, half frustrated that Ivan could cry while eating his favorite food, but happy he would have a chance to apologize and explain. . . . Again.

"Why does Yao not love me, da~?"

Yao sighed and put his bags on the counter, then turned to said albino.

"It's not that I don't love you, aru! We're both men, as I've said, for the fourth or third time now, aru. And we can't go around kissing like we were married, aru!"

When he realized what he'd said as his opening line, he clapped his hand over his mouth and let out a strangled gasp.
Ivan stopped crying immediately and sprung up to hug Yao affectionately.

"So JaoJao does love me~! Don't worry about anyone else knowing. If they try to come between us. . . . Kolkolkolkolkol. . . ."

Nothing needed to be said about the other nation's fate, because Ivan pulled out his pipe and slapped it onto his hand several times.
Yao sighed and began to put his groceries away.

"Ivan, I don't know about this, aru."
"H'nn? I guess you aren't fully convinced, da~! I'll just have to make you believe me~!"

Ivan, grinning like the Cheshire Cat, picked Yao up and kissed him hard.
Yao did a karate-chop to his left shoulder, but to no avail.
Said albino just giggled and carried him up the stairs, where I-don't-even-want-to-know awaited.