Here is chapter 2! I wanted to thank everyone for all the lovely comments so far!~ So, I have a question, should I change the name of the story? I really don't like it that much but can't think of anything else. If you have a name, please tell me!
This chapter is basically kind of a start off chapter. Explaining who everyone is and stuff, I only did this because I didn't feel like explaining characters later on. (Meh, to lazy)
This chapter contains mostly humor and hilarious arguments, cause you know. Everyone can't get along in Hetalia for some reason. Pffftt Countries.
(This is a edited version, explaining how all of them got in jail.)
As the men continued their walk down to the cafe, Yao couldn't help but feel utterly stupid having the Russian man lead him by his arm.
"Hey, uhh Ivan right?" The Asian asked.
"Da~?"
"Could you possibly let go of my arm now aru?" "I think its black and blue from how hard you have it."
"Nope!" The Russian said all to cheerfully.
"Oh well that's good, hey wait! Why not aru?" He shot a glare up to the bigger man.
"Because, I don't want anyone else to take you away!"
"That's a stupid reason aru! Ugh-" Yao flinched again as the grip tighten even more. He could see the evil aura coming off from the taller man and decided to back off.
"Humph Fine aru, do whatever you want." He said pouting.
"Heehee~ I like it when you pout da~ It makes you even more adorable!"
"Aiya!" Yao slapped his forehead, hard.
When they finally reached the cafeteria, Yao couldn't believe how big it was. It could fit all the worlds hello-kitty collections in there.
"Ah! There are my other 'friends' da!" Ivan yelled down to Yao. "Come on." He lead the Asian quickly through the other inmates coming to a table seated with a bunch of, how to put it, unique others. "Yao-Yao, these are my friends! Everyone, this is my new cell mate, Yao-Yao!"
"Oh great, another criminal, just what this world needs." Spat a green eyed yellow haired man. Next to him sat a blond with glasses.
"Oh! Don't be that way Artie! Ha-haha! Don't mind Arthur here, he is just crabby!"
"Am not you wanker!"
"Yah, yah, anyway, the names Alfred, occupation hero!" He said laughing.
Yao smiled awkwardly and waved slightly. "H-Hello aru."
"Yao, sit down!" Ivan said as he pushed the Asian down on a chair. "I will go get us our dinner~ Play nice now you guys!" He was just about to walk away when he stopped and turned slightly. "Kolkolkol, cause if you don't...I will have to get my pipe."
The whole table shudder as they watched the man happily skip away into the line.
"Well, where were we. Oh yes, I am Arthur Kirkland." The British man held out his hand and Yao took it, shaking it.
Before Yao could place his hand back down it was grabbed by another long haired blond man. "Oui Oui~ and I am Francis. Coming at you from the country of love mon cher~" He kissed the hand.
"Aiya!" Yao quickly withdrew his hand. "How rude aru!"
"Yah you bloody frog, learn some manners!"
"Don't talk to me like that you scone loving Brit!"
As the two continued to argue Yao turned his gaze over to the other men. There was one who seemed like he was asleep and another Cuban looking male aside of him, he was talking to the side were an empty seat stood. How weird to be talking to yourself Yao thought. They were quickly interrupted as a voice shouted to him.
"Vee~ Hello there Yao! My name is Feliciano, you are really pretty, would you like some pasta?"
"Feli, can you stop talking about pasta for two seconds?"
"Aww, but Ludwig, pasta is a meal for every occasion at every time!"
"Ugh, mein kopf." The blue eyed male looked to the Asian. "My name is Ludwig Beilschmidt. Please ignore Feliciano, he really means well, really..."
"Vee~ I know you love me though Luddy~" The Italian hugged the German tightly making the blonde blush.
"Hey you! Lay your dirty potato loving hands off my little brother!"
"Oh great...Romano." Ludwig rolled his eyes. He really didn't want to deal with the other Italian's loud mouthed brother.
"That's right you bastard!" The other Italian sneered. "And if I ever see you touch him again, I will throw my tomatoes at you like last time!"
"Didn't you miss me with every toss?"
"Agh! S-Shut up!"
"Hey Romano, calm down ok?" Smiled a happy tanned skinned man. "We all have to stick together~"
"Hmph, Whatever!"
"Hahaha~" The man looked to Yao. "Hola amigo~ I am Antonio."
"Why Hel-" But just as Yao was about to reply to the Spaniard, in came a loud roaring voice from behind him.
"Hey guys! The awesome Gilbert has finally arrived!" A young albino looking male came over to the table a big grin on his face as he slapped Yao hard on the back.
"Yo!" He stated smiling. "You are one hot chick!"
"He's not a girl loud mouth." Growled the Englishmen.
"What?" He put his face in close to the other males, making Yao blush. "Too bad, ja?" He sat down and dug his fork into his meal. "So uh, whats the name?"
"Wang Yao."
"Pffffttt!" He spit out his food as it sprayed his younger brother Ludwig in the face. "Wang? Hahaha, that's totally awesome! Hey, hey, isn't that what the Brit uses as a term for his-"
"This is no way to be talking at a table aru!" Yao quickly interrupted, knowing exactly were this was going. All the men stared at Yao with a shocked and confused look. Yao looked around and saw that not only the people in this table was staring, but others. A huge blush covered his face making him red like a tomato. "S-Sorry." He stated softly.
"Meh, whatever." Gilbert said going back to his food.
"Hey! This was suppose to be the hero's job to calm down the table! Whaaa, Artie!" He cried to the other blonde.
"Shut it, hes the only other person in here besides me that has any sense. I applaud him for his outburst."
"Uh, thanks. So anyway, now that I got to know all of you, what can you guys tell me about Ivan aru?"
All the men stopped and froze for a moment. Staring back at each other.
"Whats wrong?" Yao questioned.
"Well..." (Ahem) Arthur was the first to speak up. "To be honest, he isn't the most...right in the head if you get my drift."
"Dude! Commie is totally crazy!" Alfred butted in. "He had three other cell mates before you and each one had to move out on account of them constantly being beaten up and mentally messed up. He will totally mess you up too. So if you ever need help, come to the hero ok?"
"W-Well what is he in jail for then?"
"He-"
"Hello, I am back with food da~" Ivan came out of nowhere placing a plate down by Yao and himself. "So what are we all talking about?" His smile wide with intimidation.
"N-Nothing." They all sated going back to their own groups of conversations.
"So Yao~" Ivan said creepily as he placed his hand on the tiny mans shoulder making the Asian want to jump out of his chair. "How do you like my friends? They are very entertaining da?"
"Uhh, yes, very."
"Are you enjoying yourself?"
"As much as a person stuck in jail can I guess aru." Yao sighed.
"Uhh, you never met me eh? Oh well...if anyone cares, my name is Matthew" A small voice said, it belonged to a blonde with glasses that looked like Alfred.
"Don't worry Mattie!" Said the rugged Cuban man. "I notice you and that's all that matters."
The Canadian smiled. "Thanks Miguel~"
After they were done with their meals, Yao found out that these guys weren't that bad at all. He thought all people in jail were mean and rude but they were all right. He found out that some, like Alfred and Arthur got into jail on account of DUI's and are stuck in here for 3 years. Only because Alfred fought back explaining that hes the hero. Whatever that means. And Francis has 4 years on account of sexual harassment but he went on explaining he can't help it when everyone is so beautiful. Ludwig, Gilbert and Feliciano were all sent to jail together for robbing a bank. They needed the money to survive. Although the Italian was pretty innocent, all he did was drive the car but he was still helping the two brothers. When he got caught he cried for hours. Romano got sent to jail for beating up several people and threatening all of them. He actually accedently broke a old ladies leg while trying to fight back with a man. Antonio along with Miguel and Hercules were sent to jail for smuggling illegal immigrants into the state. And unbeknownst to Yao, because he had no idea Matthew was even there, he was sent to prison for being unruly at a hokey game. He got so loud and angry he leaped down into the court and started shouting at the other team. He had a little to much to drink that day and regretted it as soon as he landed himself in the prison. Earning himself 6 months and parole.
The only one that still remained a mystery was Ivan. As they were eating and talking Ivan would constantly stare at the Asian and when Yao would look up to the Russian he would turn his head quickly like he was never staring in the first place. He really didn't talk a lot when around his other "friends" but when he did, it would either come out threatening or terrifying. Ivan was a puzzle Yao could not put together.
-OO-
When they reached back to their cell, Yao yawned softly, rubbing his eyes with the long sleeves of his shirt. He sat down on the bottom bunk bed only to be followed at the same exact time as the Russian.
"Huh? Ivan what are you doing aru?"
"This is my bed little Yao~ Of course you could sleep here with me if you want da~" He smiled.
Yao blushed. "Don't be such a pervert aru!" He stood up and climbed up the ladder to his bed. He sighed heavily as he laid on the hard uncomfortable mattress with the thin covers pulling them over his head. "Aiya, its so cold aru!" Yao groaned. "This bed will only make my back problems worse."
"Heehee~"
"Wha!" Yao pulled down the covers only to come face to face with Ivan. "I-Ivan, the heck aru?"
"You complain to much little Yao~ You need to relax da?"
"How do you expect me to relax when I am stuck in prison for a crime I didn't even commit aru?"
"Hmm... look on the bright side?~"
"What bright side?"
Ivan smiled wide. "You have me!"
"Oh that's just wonderful aru." Yao spat sarcastically, he turned around so his back would face the Russian's. "Just leave me alone and go to bed."
"..."
"Your back is pretty~"
"Aiya!" He threw the pillow at Ivan's head and quickly retreated back to his spot facing away from the man. "I said go. to. bed. aru!" "Stupid Russian, saying such things! What a perv!" It was quiet for awhile Yao shivered at the cold but tried to relax when he felt something cover him. His eyes opened and looked down noticing that another blanket covered his body.
He turned over and leaned down over the top looking down at Ivan who was staring up at the wood of the top bunk. His violet eyes turned and stared at the Asian.
Yao pushed his lips out and grumbled slightly under his breath. "You didn't have to give me your covers aru."
"You were cold da?"
"Yes, but what about-"
"I do not need them." He interrupted. "I do not sleep much and even with the covers and this scarf around me, I am still always so cold."
Yao felt like he shouldn't keep pushing the Russian for questions but he was curious. "Hmm, why can't you sleep aru?"
The Slavic man was quiet for a moment. Yao saw that the violet eyes disappeared, probably indicating that he has them closed. They re-opened moments later as only one word left his mouth.
"Nightmares."
So yes, see? Lame chapter is lame~ It will get more serious along the way, with comedy in there at times, because I can't write a story without adding comedy...trust me, I have tried and its not easy. Lol. What kind of nightmares does Ivan dream of at night? Will he revel a secret to Yao? I DON'T KNOW! I haven't written it yet~
Stay tuned!
p.s. Poor Mattie, never noticed!