A/N: I have a message for the person has been trolling me: DERP DE HERP DE DERPITY HOLY ROME DE DERPY HERPY DERP HAMBURGER DERP DE DERPITY DERP DE JEEEEEEEEBUZ.
...That is all. Now enjoy this chapter. ^_^
Yao awoke silently, and squinted at the bright, florescent lights above him. He had to strain to see because the entire room was painted an annoying, radiant white. Yao tried to get up, but his body stung when he tried to move. Yao looked down at his legs and noticed they were covered with ugly bruises and scrapes. He didn't bother to look anywhere else; he was pretty sure the rest of his body looked the same.
"Good morning." A voice said. Yao attempted to turn and look, but even that hurt too much. His face felt swollen, and he couldn't open his left eye. "Don't move too much. It must hurt a lot, da?" That's when it finally registered- the voice was Ivan's. He hadn't shown up to class in awhile, so Yao had almost forgotten what it sounded like. Too tired to be scared, Yao decided to talk with him.
"Where… where am I-aru?" Yao asked.
"In the infirmary," Ivan replied. "You got pretty beat up. It's not fair for Alfred to beat up a delicate girl like you." Yao glared, even though he wasn't facing Ivan.
"I'm not a-" He stopped mid-sentence. "I'm not delicate! There was a reason I didn't fight back-aru!"
"Hopefully he knows that. He's being questioned right now."
"Questioned?"
"Da. He wouldn't get off that easily after beating you up like he did."
"I feel fine-aru." Yao lied.
"That black eye says different." Yao reached up for his left eye and felt the bruised skin around it with a wince.
"Ugh… how did I get here?" Other than getting beaten up, Yao couldn't remember a thing.
"I carried you here. After stopping Alfred, of course."
"How did you do that-aru?"
"Simple." Ivan said, a happy, child-like ring to his voice. "I hit him with an iron pipe." Yao didn't reply to this, simply because he wasn't sure what to say. Instead he just stared at the ceiling in silence. "Isn't it boring to be staring at the ceiling?" Ivan finally asked.
"It hurts to move-aru." Yao replied, a little embarrassed.
"Oh? Then I'll help you!" In an instant, Yao felt the same, cold arms from earlier lift him up then put him back down so he was facing the chair Ivan was sitting in. Yao glared again, but Ivan just smiled back innocently.
"Aiyaa! What was that for?" Yao exclaimed.
"Because you looked bored." There was another silence, until it was finally broken by Yao.
"Why did you help me-aru?" He asked.
"Who wouldn't?" Was Ivan's rely. "Alfred is well known for being a very tough fighter." Ivan pulled down his sleeve a little bit, revealing a large, purple bruise. "He tried to hit me in the face and I blocked it."
"Well, why were you back there-aru?" Yao asked.
"I like to hang out back there and-"
"Get high?" The moment Yao said it, he regretted it. Ivan stared back at him, looking like a confused, naïve child.
"High? What are you talking about?"
"I-it's just a rumor I heard-aru!" Yao said defensively. Ivan continued to stare back, his violet eyes almost glowing.
"Ah, there are lots of those. What else have you heard?" Yao hesitated for a moment, but the Russian's icy look told him to keep going.
"Aiyaa… well, you're in a gang. You beat up a kid with an iron pipe. You get drunk. You get high and…" Yao gulped nervously. "You killed a guy-aru." I van smiled back, and his eyes seemed to be looking elsewhere.
"Hmm…. Two of those are false." He said, with the same, obnoxious grin.
Only two? Yao thought fearfully.
"Can you guess which two?" Ivan continued. "I'll give you a prize." Yao sighed. Maybe if I do this, he'll leave me alone, he thought.
"You don't…" Yao thought for a moment, going through the long list of rumors. "You don't get high and you haven't killed anyone-aru."
"Da, you're correct. Good for you, Yao-Yao."
"So…" Yao glared, he hated degrading nicknames like that. "What's my prize?" Quicker than a person his size should be able to move, Ivan was on top of Yao, giving him a dark smile.
"This, da?" He forced his lips against Yao's without any hesitation. Yao gasped, giving Ivan the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue inside of Yao's mouth. Yao winced at the weight on his body and the disgusting taste of vodka that was in his mouth.
"Aiyaa!" Yao screamed and, summoning all of his power, pushed Ivan off of him. Ivan fell to the floor, shocked by his strength. That's when the door opened, revealing Alfred and a small, spacey-looking blonde girl with small, green eyes. She threw a cocky grin at Ivan and was completely unafraid of him.
"The principal will see you now." Alfred said to Ivan without making eye contact. Ivan nodded and followed the blonde girl out, while Alfred threw a few nervous glances at Yao. He sat beside Yao's bed, and Yao noticed some dried blood on his forehead. Must have been where Ivan hit him, he thought. They sat in awkward silence for a moment, until Alfred finally spoke.
"Dude… I'm sorry." He said, smiling at Yao solemnly. "I shouldn't have beaten you up. I've honestly never hit someone that hard before, especially a girl."
"It's fine-aru. I've gotten into fights before."
"Yeah, but still… It was stupid of me…" Alfred mumbled.
"It's fine, it's fine-aru." Yao said. "Anyways, what did the principal say?"
"Well, I've been suspended for two weeks. And that's pretty generous, seeing what I did to you."
"Like I said, I'm fine."
"It's five o' clock. You've been out for like two hours."
"Really? Aiyaa… I hope Yong Soo and Kiku aren't too worried… but what are you going to do on your two weeks-aru?"
"I guess I'll try to patch things up with my folks. And if they kick me out, I'll just crash at Arthur's. He won't mind." He said this with a sly smile.
"You seem better." Yao commented.
"Yeah, well other than shattering my glasses, I guess that blow to the head knocked my brain back in place."
"That's good." Yao got up slowly, ignoring his pain; all he wanted right now was to get home. "I should really head back to my dorm-aru."
"I'll walk you there. I need to grab a few things, anyways."
Alfred and Yao walked together from the deserted campus building to the dorms. Alfred talked on and on about random things and seemed really upbeat. However, Yao wasn't really listening to him. He was too busy thinking about Ivan and why the hell he would ever kiss someone he barely knew, even if they were a girl.
"Dude… dude, we're here…" Yao's thoughts were interrupted by Alfred persistently poking his shoulder.
"Oh! Okay." Yao mumbled. "So… you'll be okay at home?"
"Yeah dude, I'll be fine." Alfred smiled nervously, then quickly pulled Yao into his arms. "Thank you so much. I seriously owe you one. If you ever need something, just let me know."
"Uh, s-sure…" Yao stuttered. If he knew I was a boy, there's no way in hell he'd be doing this… Yao thought. Alfred finally let go, and began to walk away.
"Later. I'll see you in two weeks." Yao watched silently as Alfred slowly vanished from sight, and eventually went into his dorm. Before getting a word of greeting, he was tackled to the floor.
"AAAANNNNNNIIIIIKKKKIIIIIII!" Yong Soo screamed.
"Aiyaa! What do you want Yong Soo? Ow!"
"I was so worried! What took you so long to- whoa! You look terrible!"
"Gee, thanks-aru." Yao looked up to find Kiku staring back at them indifferently while drinking tea.
"Konnichiwa, onee-san. Welcome home." Kiku said.
"Thanks for worrying about me." Yao replied sarcastically as he got up.
"What happened?" Yong Soo asked. "You're covered in bruises. Did you get into a fight?"
"Sort of…" Yao trailed off, not wanting to admit that he got beaten up without a fight.
"With whom?" Kiku asked, though he still seemed uninterested.
"Alfred. He's pretty strong-aru."
"I can tell." Yao sighed and ignored Kiku's remark.
"I'm going to make lo mein and moo goo gai pan. Yong Soo, do you know where the wok is?" Yao asked, heading towards the kitchen.
"No, why?" Yong Soo replied.
"It's traditional to give someone who helped you something in return-aru. Ivan got Alfred to stop fighting with me so-"
"Wait, Ivan helped you?" Kiku asked, a bit shocked. "Isn't he the creepy one?"
Yeah, but he helped me for some reason…" Yao still wasn't sure why he helped him. "So I'm going to make him something-aru."
"Wait, you're actually going to go to that creep's house?" Yong Soo asked. Yao nodded.
"Yao…" Kiku began, looking uncharacteristically worried. "Please be careful. Yao couldn't help but grin; it had been forever since his siblings had worried about him this much. Without another word, he headed for the kitchen to prepare the meal.
The next day was Saturday, so Yao decided to go to Ivan's house. He was dismayed to learn that Ivan was telling the truth on the fist day of school and his house was about two hours away from train. Yao wanted to get the delivery out of the way as soon as he could, repeating the same reassuring comment in his head: Get to the house, deliver it, leave. Get to the house, deliver it, leave.
It was just like any other weekend when Yao left: Kiku was gone, apparently learning how to play football with Ludwig and Feliciano, while Yong Soo was on the internet, playing some online video game. Yao put on a gender-neutral silk robe so he could pass as a girl and set out. He boarded the train silently and sat alone, which gave him the chance to think as he wordlessly gazed out the window. As they got closer and closer to where Ivan lived, Yao noticed the lush and green scenery of Europe fade into the bleak, snow-covered fields of Russia.
"I guess if I had to live out here, I'd be weird too-aru." Yao muttered to himself.
After the train arrived, Yao took a taxi to the address he had scrawled on a piece of paper: 56556, зимой Road. At least the number's easy to remember, Yao thought, don't know how to pronounce the street name though. The driver nodded to inform Yao they had arrived. Yao paid him the fare then proceeded to the house. It was much different than he had imagined. It was a large, old-fashioned mansion with giant glass windows and old-fashioned wooden pillars all about the house. The building was made of white brick and the roof would be black if it weren't covered in snow. Yao walked up to the giant, wooden doors, which had a metal knocker in the middle that was in the shape of a bear.
Yao shivered, half out of cold and half out of fear. He dreaded seeing Ivan again, especially after the kiss; if you could even call it that.
"Just get it over with." Yao told himself. He gripped the cold, metal knocker and hit the door three times.
A/N: Mah first kiss went a little like- oh wait, I hate that song. Sorry to end it on a cliffhanger (?), but if I kept in more, this chapter would be wayyyyy too long. So... Ivan's romantic huh?"Hey, guess what? I'm in a gang. *kiss*" ...Sorry, I am incredibly slap-happy at the moment because I just ate a GIANT churro, and also... 5 MORE WEEKS OF SCHOOL LEFT! ...Ahem. I would like to thank you all for the favorites and reviews, and I hope I didn't make Alfred seem too much like a douche. Also, fun fact: 565565 types out "kolkol". ...no life I haz.