"Yao... Little Yao wake up."
"Mmm." Yao shifted slightly in his bed, he did not want to wake up he was to tired. It felt like something heavy was placed on top of him, making it hard to lift his body out of the uncomfortable but warm bed even if he would try.
"Yao-Yao... Wake up da..."
Yao groaned louder this time letting his golden eyes open slowly, his vision still blurry from sleep. After seeing nothing in front of him but a wall, he closed them again answering too the Russian softly. "Five more minutes aru..."
"Sorry Yao, I can't let you do that."
The Asian's eyes shot open wide as the Russian's voice was right by his ear. He looked straight but Ivan was no were to be seen again. "I-Ivan, were are you aru?"
"Look up."
Yao moved his head to the side more and saw none other than the giant on top of the back of his legs. "Ivan? How did you get up here aru?"
"I climbed da?" The man said in almost a child-like tone. He began slowly straddling the smaller man's backside, sliding his hands up inside the Asian's shirt and softly felt around.
Yao blushed deeply, moving his body from side to side to try and stop the movement of the roaming hands. "Ugh, get off me! Stop it!" He began to thrash around, trying desperately to get away. Ivan was much to heavy though, keeping Yao pinned in place with his massive weight.
"What is wrong little Yao? You do not like this?" He whispered huskily, he swiped the Asian's black locks to the side reveling Yao's bare neck, he began to leave light butterfly kisses on the sensitive area. Yao shivered at the kisses, small tears appearing at the corners of his eyes.
"Don't...please, I thought you were going to protect me!"
"Da...and if I take you now, no-one else can..." He ruthlessly ripped off the orange shirt, the fabric splitting, reveling the smooth creamy back of the small petite Chinese man. Ivan licked his lips as he started to leave kisses there too, going down and up. Sliding his tongue along the scar.
Yao's face deepened in red. "No, no!" He felt his pants being slid down by the latter's large cold hands.
"I'll take good care of you Yao-Yao...forever..."
"Noo!"
"Gah!" Yao woke up startled and in a cold sweat. His clothing soaked along with his hair and face. He panted heavily, the room was semi dark as the sun was about to rise in maybe an hour or so. Yao could only hear the extreme beating of his racing heart and his rugged breathing. He groaned griping his head as it throbbed.
"I...It was only a dream aru." Yao sighed, feeling completely horrid. His whole body was trembling, he desperately needed some water. So deciding to climb down the stairs, Yao felt as though the whole room spun erotically. As his feet touched down on the cold cement he tumbled sideways falling, he tried to grip on to the sink before hitting the ground. He barely made it, falling to his knees as he groaned loudly.
Right away his stomach did flips, luckily he was near the toilet and was able to make it before spewing the retched stomach acid from his body.
"Hmm?" Ivan heard the strange noise and opened one of his eyelids looking to where the sound came from. "Yao?" He questioned as he saw the man kneeling on the ground next to the toilet.
"Uhh, I-Ivan..." Yao spoke softly turning his gaze to the Russian before completely falling onto the cement with a loud thud.
"Yao-Yao!" The Russian quickly ran out from his bed over to the Asian. He turned the man slighting around, he could hear the uneven breathing admitting from the smaller man. "Yao, are you ok? Yao?" He shook the man carefully.
But there was no response, only the breathing could be heard. Ivan decided to lift the Asian up bridle style and bring him over to the his own bed instead of trying to put Yao on top of his bed and placed him down on it softly.
Ivan brought his hand up and placed it on Yao's forehead. "Ugh!" His violet eyes widened. "He's burning up, its like he's on fire." He felt around Yao's clothes, they were all wet. "He'll only get worse if he stays in these clothes."
As Yao began to regain consciousness, he shivered at how cold he felt, it felt like he was going to freeze to death. His eyes opened slightly, looking to his left were he watched as Ivan was taking off his shirt. The Asian moaned, trying to move away, "G-Go away.." He said softly, the words were dry lumps in his throat, was he still dreaming?
Ivan jumped a little as he heard the small voice. "Yao? Are you ok?"
"Don't...t-touch me..." He stuttered pushing at the Russian's hand as it came closer to him.
Ivan gave the man a confusing look. "Yao...? I just need you to take off your shirt." He moved his hands down to the buttons on the Asian's clothes, undoing each one slowly.
"No, do not want..." He pushed at the hands again but he felt so weak as his dainty ones hardly budged the other.
"Trust me, you are sick, I have to get you out of these wet clothes."
Yao protested more as the latter moved closer to his body, finishing the last button on the shirt.
"No!" He gasped as he felt something warm wrap around his neck. He blinked a couple of times before moving his trembling fingers up to his neck and there, loosely around him was the taller man's scarf, the thing Yao never saw him take off, except for the shower, or give to someone. It was warm and fluffy but reeked of alcohol. Yao could of sworn it was a cloud.
"Please, now let me get that shirt off you da. I wont hurt you.""I can't... I couldn't" He said silently in his head. He watched as Yao's bright golden but hazed eyes looked at him weakly. The Asian nodded softly, his lips trembling to say the words.
"Ok..."
Yao let the Russian man strip off the orange clothes, slightly lifting the Asian up to pull the article of clothing completely off. First he fixed the scarf, wrapping it around the neck of the oriental tightly to keep him warm, he than took his own shirt and put it on the smaller man. As he got the arms though, he laid Yao gently back on the mattress, buttoning up the new shirt. It was 10 times bigger than his original, but it would keep him warm.
"Yao, when it gets later, we have to take you to the infirmary"
"No!" Yao shouted weakly. "No, I d-don't need western medicine aru."
Ivan looked at him sternly, his voice a bit harsher. "Yes you do, if you want to get better da."
Yao flinched at how it was said but kept his pride. "You can't make me Braginski!" He spat, grinding his teeth down in pain. "W-Western medication...killed my grandfather, I-I'll never trust it."
The Russian stared at Yao in anger and frustration. Listening as he spoke again.
"I...I don't need it aru. He shivered again from the imaginary cold that his sickness gave him. I have survived without it before, i-its just a little fever anyway."
Ivan clenched his fist, nodding his head. "You can be so stubborn Yao." He thought angrily to himself. "Fine." Ivan said loudly. "Than at least let me help take care of you." He reached up and grabbed the blankets on Yao's bed and placed them on him. This was the first time other than when Yao was small that he was taken care by someone. He was usually the one to take care of everyone else being the eldest were ever he met friends it seemed.
"Are you still cold?" Ivan asked, kneeling beside the smaller male.
Yao shook his head weakly. (Huff) "Y-Yes, I-I'm freezing aru..." He shook again, it was so visible how cold he actually was.
"Now Yao... do not hit me but I read somewhere that the best warmth is another human's. So if you would let me-"
"Yes." Yao huffed out before Ivan could finish his sentence. "Y-Yes aru, just sleep with me." Even though Yao's face was beat red from the illness, he couldn't help but feel another blush form on that one from embarrassment. In any other circumstance, he would never allow such indecent actions but he was so cold, he didn't care.
Slowly Ivan slid onto the bed with Yao, making sure to be on top of the covers. Ivan laid down next to Asian, slinging his arm over the lithe body, he moved in even closer. Ivan could feel the man trembling in his touch, all he wanted to do was keep Yao warm. The Asian moved in closer to Ivan, surprising the Russian. This was the first time that Ivan had been so close to somebody, he usually was never this kind or comfortable with anyone. Everyone usually wanted to be away from him, not closer. Yao slid his head into the latter's naked chest, as Ivan felt the warm breath of the smaller man, it sent a shiver down his spine, down to his groin.
The Russian grunted, hoping to heaven he wouldn't get hard. Make it as bad as it seemed, Ivan couldn't help but find the panting, flushed faced Yao a turn on in more than one way. He knew he was sick but even sick he was so adorable.
"Ivan aru..." Yao said softly. "Come inside the covers, I-I am still cold."
"Uh? B-But Yao, are you sure?" Ivan blushed slightly, he had never felt so embarrassed.
Yao shook his head up and down and Ivan nodded. "Ok." He lifted his body up, sliding under the covers with the oriental male. Yao immediately turned his body on the whole side so his figure would be straight up against the Russian's huge body. Ivan could feel the trembling die down slightly. Yao could hear the rapid heart beat of not only himself, but the Russian's as well.
With shaking fingers, Ivan re-placed his hand on the Asian's side. "Sorry." He heard the smaller man whisper. Ivan looked down, only being able to see the top of his head right now.
"For what da?"
"T-This...it must be so awkward for you, I-I am being such a wimp. 24 years old and I need help from another adult, like a c-child aru." He shook again, digging his head further into the chest.
"Mmm." Ivan smiled softly. "Do not worry little Yao...I will not judge you. Everyone needs help sooner or later, no matter how old, da?"
He felt the Asian's head bob up and down. Ivan kept a firm grip on Yao throughout most of the remaining night. Every now and then the black haired man would whimper and stir uncomfortably but Ivan never let go. How bad he wanted to run his fingers through the silky locks, his hair smelled like flowers, it was lovely.
Unconsciously the Russian slid his hand up and down the Asian's side, he let his big fingers slip inside of the big shirt, touching soft skin that felt so hot to the touch from the sickness. He dug his big nose into the crown of Yao's head, smiling softly. This was the most sane he ever felt, being with Yao made him feel like a human, like he had a purpose. That he wasn't some kind of crazed murdering lunatic.
In fact...
He felt to human...
"I wonder...if this is just a dream." Ivan thought to himself. It felt like one, it seemed like one, it could possible be all just illusion of the mind. He never felt this safe or warm, ever. He was always cold, tired and lonely.
But not right now.
If this was a dream, he wanted to stay in this state forever.
He closed his eyes in peace for once in the 6 years he had been in prison. No fear of nightmares, nothing, just Yao.
His Yao...yes...'his'...only his.
"Yao..." Ivan spoke softly, if only to himself. "I think I love you..."
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~Rinnnnnnngggggg~
The Russian's eyes opened wide at the loud sound of the bell. He was facing the way of where the sink was and groaned inwardly. He felt like he only got 10 minutes of sleep time.
"Of course..only a dream..." He wanted to go back to last night, were he was able to hold and touch Yao who was so close to his body. He was just about to get up when he felt a slight shuffle in his bed that he himself did not make.
Turning his gaze over, there, face turned towards him, was none other than a flushed faced Yao. Ivan immediately wanted to jump out of the bed but something kept him in it. The uneven breathing of Yao somehow seemed like a nice lullaby to the Russian.
"It wasn't a dream..."
He just grazed the cheek of the Asians with his hand and felt the still stinging heat lingering on his skin. "He still has a horrible fever." Ivan knew he had to get up for breakfast but he would let Yao sleep in and bring him back some food. Ivan knew the guards wouldn't mind him sneaking some out, or they would have to deal with his mighty pipe.
He got out of the bed making sure Yao was wrapped up tightly and put a glass of water next to him. The glass was dirty and old but it was better than him trying to get up to get some. He went over to a basket of old clothes in the corner of the cell and decided to wear one of the other orange shirts since Yao was occupying his only clean one right now. After making sure Yao had everything, he left for the Cafeteria.
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"Yo, Braginski, are you ok?" Gilbert asked the Russian, waving his hand in front of the man. Ivan didn't even notice until he saw the fingers snap in front of him.
"Hmm?" Ivan said loudly and annoyed "Ahh, What do you want da?" He asked with a childish expression.
"You seem really tired Commie, what's wrong with you." Alfred jabbed the Russian in the nose.
Ivan filched. "Oh, I was up with Yao-Yao." He said smiling brightly.
The whole table stopped dead in their tracks.
"Don't tell me you?"
"Is that why he isn't here?"
"What did you do to him Commie! If you did anything I'll-"
"You'll do what da?" Ivan said the atmosphere quickly changing around him into a menacing stance. "Save him like you did in the shower room? Kolkolkol, you are no hero, you are just a big scardy cat, the whole lot of you." His childish smile quickly fell, a serious look planted as he rose from the table.
"None of you have the right to say anything about Yao, that you care about him or anything because all of you know nothing. I should crush you all into dust. And for you information, Yao-Yao is very sick and I am taking care of him. Now if you'll excuse me." The Russian grabbed the food and placed some bread into a napkin. He glanced once more to the table before trotting off in anger.
"D-Did that really just happen?" Ludwig spoke in unbelief. "He even scared me ja."
"Vee~ L-Ludwig!" The Italian cried cowing behind the German. "I-Is he gone?"
"Whaaa! Iggy! He said I wasn't a hero!" Alfred slammed his head hard on the table as tears shed like crazy from his blue eyes.
"Ugh, A-Alfred stop it this instant, please you're making a scene!" Arthur patted the mans back, trying to sooth the younger male.
"It seems...like for once...Ivan was right." The Greek, Heracles finally said sleepily and very slowly. As this was the first time in a long time he woke up from his daytime nap to say something.
Although feeling hurt, they all nodded in agreement. None of them had been a very good friend to Yao, not at all.
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"Yao-Yao~" Ivan sang softly entering his cell. "I brought you some food, you must be starving since you had no dinner~"
Without hearing a response, he figured the Asian was still asleep. He walked up closer to the bed. "Yao-Yao?" His face fell completely as he looked in to only see that Yao was no longer in the bed.
"Y-Yao...?"
FFFFFUUUUUU! Sorry for this being so late! This took a lot of retries to get it the way I wanted! But after much hard work and the dedication to get it done, I finally had it written the way I like. Seriously, I wrote this story over 3 times you guys!
Hopfully you guys arent mad at me for taking forever to upload this. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and keep looking forward to the next one!
ok, I'll shut up now!