AN: This chapter is dedicated to Doitsu! Cause she really deserves more from life than what it's currently giving her.
A big thank you to: Doitsu, xblkdragonx, lady-ribbon, Idiotichobo, D.G. Ling, Lochesh, Kami011, Hasegawa, Tallisa of Swallow's Crest, 454g, kwaiiChan-chan, and My Precious Laith, for reviewing chapter 2! It's so great to see that people are enjoying the story!
A super special big thank you to: Lochesh, lady-ribbon, Idiotichobo, kwaiiChan-chan, Doitsu, and D.G. Ling,for reviewing both chapters! . I offer choco as thanks?
To Kami011: I tried to give cookies to Ivan but he rejected them cause they weren't made by Yao… ;_;
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia
Every Sigh Holds Thoughts of You – Chapter 3
Idiots.
He was surrounded by idiots.
After being backed into a corner by Alfred, Yao had spent more time than he would like to admit being paranoid. If Alfred had said anything to Arthur, he was bound to retaliate. Knowing the Brit, he was probably going to be attacked by unicorns and fairies.
As if he needed more trouble.
Well, he wasn't going down without a fight.
Yao paused in his train of thought.
'….'
Wait, how was he going to fight invisible mythical creatures?
The rest of his luck had not improved. Other than the paranoia, Yao has spent the last week questioning where his relationship with Ivan stood, not sleeping at all. The one time he tried to sleep resulted in hours of tossing and turning. He quickly realized that he would not be able to sleep a wink until his mind was at peace. Each day, it took him longer to finish his paperwork and it was getting harder and harder to concentrate as the days progressed.
Working on the latest stack of paperwork, Yao could feel his consciousness slipping. His desk looked so inviting….and comfortable… All he wanted to do was….lie down… With each thought his head got closer and closer to his desk.
Just as Yao was about to submit to the pull of fatigue, he heard his door slam open. Jumping in his seat, he turned around.
"Aniki! Da-ze~!!!"
Yong Soo ran up to Yao, his long sleeves flapping in the wind as he held them up in the air to maximize his glomping ability.
"Aniiiiiiikiiiiiiiiiii~~~"
Was it just him, or was time moving slower? Yong Soo seemed to be running awfully slow…perhaps he was attempting to make the moment more dramatic? Grabbing Yao from behind, Yong Soo hugged him with all his might, lifting Yao from the ground slightly and shaking him left and right. Yao's chair fell to the floor after being shoved out of the way by Yong Soo. Yao could only stare blankly ahead, his face the epitome of fatigue, as he let the larger Korean spin him around like a rag doll.
"Aniki's breasts are mine! Da-ze!" Yong Soo slid his hands down Yao's chest to grope his breast.
Okay. That was were he drew the line.
Shoving Yong Soo off of him, Yao took a minute to regain his balance from being spun so much. Shaking his head lightly, Yao began to speak.
"Yong Soo. What do you want?"
Yao wasn't in the mood to deal with the tall Korean. Of course, Yong Soo was family and Yao loved his family. It was just that even on the best of days Yao could barely put up with him. The boy was like the energizer bunny; he just kept going and going. Staring at Yong Soo, Yao's eyes said 'You better have a good reason for bothering me'.
Yong Soo intertwined his hands behind his head, creating a makeshift arm pillow to rest his head on. Averting his eyes from Yao's, he began to laugh nervously.
"I was…bored?"
Yao's gaze intensified into a glare.
"Heh, heh….and well, you were the first person to pop into my head!"
Quickly trying to find a way to save himself, he continued. Ruffling through his clothes, he pulled out of number of DVDs. Flashing the various titles in Yao's face, Yong Soo grinned with pride.
"I brought Korean dramas da-ze~! Dramas originated in Korea~~~!"
Yao could feel his eye twitch in annoyance. Trying to put his words into terms the other Asian nation would understand, he began to speak slowly.
"Yong Soo. I'm very busy right now. I don't have time to play with you."
Quick, blunt, and to the point. Yao's voice was full of patience, something he didn't have right now. Yong Soo finally took the time to study Yao's face. Noticing the Chinese nation's visible fatigue, Yong Soo's happy demeanor slipped.
"Eh~? Yao, you have dark circles under your eyes, da-ze."
Shocked that his weariness was so evident, Yao quickly rubbed his eyes. He hated appearing weak in front of others.
"Aiyah~ it's nothing, nothing aru…" Yao's lie was easily seen through. As he spoke he wouldn't make eye contact with Yong Soo and rubbed his arms nervously. Yong Soo's eyes morphed to that of understanding. Sighing to himself, Yong Soo scratched his head awkwardly before he spoke. He didn't want to see Yao in this state any longer.
"If something happened between you and Russia you should just talk to him, da-ze."
Yao snapped his head to stare at Yong Soo in shock. When had he gotten so perceptive? Yong Soo grinned.
"I may act like a fool, and I might be waaaaaaaaaaaaay younger than you, but I'm a country too."
One of Yong Soo's overwhelming smiles took over his face.
"And if that doesn't work out, you can always come running to me! My arms are always open to Aniki's breasts, da-ze~!"
Yong Soo continued to smile, his arms opening as if expecting Yao to leap into them. Yao was inwardly touched, and a bit creeped out. Slowly pushing the Korean out of his room he said.
"Mind your own business, aru! And get out."
The last part seemed to be added as an afterthought, as if Yao had made up his mind as he said the sentence. Shoving Yong Soo out of his room and locking the door behind him, Yao felt even more exhausted than before Yong Soo appeared.
From the other side of the door Yong Soo whispered to himself.
"I think you of all people deserve happiness Aniki"
Replacing his serious face with a smile, he laughed. When did he suddenly become so selfless? His smile widened as he realized the irony of the situation. Once again intertwining his hands behind his head, Yong Soo walked away.
Falling onto his bed, Yao stared at the ceiling. Just….talk to Ivan, huh? Rubbing his temples to try and ease the growing headache, Yao lost himself in his thoughts. The dinner with Alfred had only been a momentary distraction from the depth of his mistake.
Everyday he found himself thinking of Ivan more and more. The loneliness he felt this past week was comparable to the loss of his siblings. He was once again left thinking that it was his entire fault. Yao could feel his pile of regrets growing. He had his duty as a country but sometimes he wanted to be….selfish. Yao laughed bitterly at himself. He thought he had gotten over these types of feelings 3000 years ago.
What happened to the cold-hearted Yao that never showed his true self?
Even after 4000 years Yao still found himself making mistakes. If he had learned anything, it was that mistakes were inevitable even if you were one of the oldest living beings on the Earth. The Earth didn't play favorites, and dished out cruelty to even those who didn't deserve it.
The intensity of the dangerous path he was walking with Ivan should worry him. Ivan's every glance, his every touch, conveyed his love. Shouldn't that love scare him?
Yet all Yao could feel was comfort. They were two broken souls that managed to patch the other up. Only with Ivan could he truly feel alive. There were so many layers to Ivan that the rest of the world had never seen. Hiding behind the childish innocence that covered the broken childhood. Yao had gotten so close to Ivan and yet now he felt so far. If things continued the way they were he was sure they would both break.
Gathering his resolve, Yao eyes blazed with determination as he got out of bed. Walking to his desk, when suddenly…the ground was tilting. Steadying himself, Yao shook his head to clear the black fog that covered his vision for a split second. Reaching for the phone, his vision blurred again and he swayed slightly. Yao rapidly blinked in an attempt to clear his vision when, suddenly, he felt darkness closing in.