Death Club:Yao

(a.k.a. The chapter that has been written since... hmm...well... the third chapter? Whatever. xD)

WARNING: China when he's drunk.

I remember when I first saw her, the girl who killed me.

(Damn! I love the way that began~)

It was soon after World War II, and my men and I sent a ship to the southernmost continent in the world.

I went with them and met the Eskimos.

They all lived in snow houses, with thick coats.

My people had traded with them before, but I'd never met them, until now.

A little girl walked up to me and I squatted down in front of her.

"Nihao~ My name is Yao-aru~"

"H-Hi Mr. Yao-aru~"

"Oh! Do you have a verbal tic too-aru?"

"What's a verbal tic?"

"It's when you say a word after everything you say aru."

"I don't have one nya."

"Oh."

"Can I ask you something Mr. Yao-aru?"

"Sure-aru."

"What are you?"

I studied her. She had short white hair in two little pigtails on each side of her head. A stray hair curled randomly on each side, reminding me of the guy above America... eh I'll remember his name later aru. She had big, bright red eyes with thick white lashes. She appeared to be about 9 years old.

She was the prettiest girl I'd ever seen.

"I am the personification of the country China aru. Who, or what, are you?"

She blinked at me.

"My people call me Antarctica. I don't have any other names."

I grinned at her. I wanted to be her Gēgē (older brother in Chinese). I wanted to take care of her. Oh god... I'm starting to sound like Spain or Netherlands with that attitude... (in my head-canon Netherlands, Spain, and Belgium all like younger lovers. And Belgium is kinda like Francy-pants too)

"Would you like to come with me? I can show you the world, take you places you've never been, see things you've never seen. I'd take you back home often too. What do you say aru?"

I had found myself desperately wanting her to say yes.

It was her turn to grin.

I had no idea how much trouble that pretty little mouth was going to get me in.

"I'd love to, Mr. Yao-aru~"

And those words started the best years of my life.

I took Antarctica lots of places.

We did many things, saw many events, met many people.

I kept her away from most of the Nations (except Britain, since Antarctica was under his claims) until she became official in 1983 (not the real date, just one that I picked because it sounded good).

Out of all of those fond memories, there is really only one thing I regret.

I'd been taking care of Antarctica for 8 years, and we were pretty close.

But then, one night, I made the biggest mistake of my life.

I'd been drinking. When I drink, I'm a horny drunk.

Oh god... Just thinking about that day makes me feel ashamed.

Dirty.

Terrible.

Anyways, I am a generally straight man, and when I drink that much, I tend to have sex with the first scantily clad human being before me.

Antarctica had gotten really comfortable in living with me, and her night-outfits only consisted of a tank top and a pair of short silk shorts.

That night, she made the mistake of walking into the kitchen for a late evening snack as she worked on paperwork, and I saw her.

I'd been sitting on the floor in my kitchen unceremoniously, but when I saw her walk in, my mind didn't register the 'who' it was, only the 'what'she was wearing.

The way her shirt slid up her stomach when she reached into a high cabinet.

The way those shorts hugged her curves-well, as many curves as a 10-year-old-appearance could have.

The way she'd taken her hair down for the night, and how those two curls stood out.

Later, I cursed myself for what I did next.

"C'mere aru" I slurred.

She turned to me with those big doe eyes and walked up to me obediently.

"Sit d'wn, here." I patted my lap and she sat down there.

"Yes Yao-san?" she asked.

I pressed my drunken lips to her clean ones, not answering her.

She tried to protest, to pull away, but my hand settled on the small of her back firmly.

When I pulled away, Antarctica brought a hand up to touch her lips.

"W-what was that?" she whispered.

I smiled at her. "That w's a g'd (good) thing. That w's somethin' ta be proud of aru~"

I brought my hand up to the back of her head and pressed my lips against hers again.

She didn't pull away this time.

I nipped at her bottom lip, and when she yelped, I slipped my tongue into her mouth.

I explored her mouth hungrily, and I knew that she was getting intoxicated just from having my tongue in her mouth.

After that, I eventually pushed her down on the kitchen floor and did things that I'm not proud of.

I... I always thought that she'd forgiven me for deceiving her, for doing those horrible things to her.

She flinched away from my touch for about a month after that.

But she never said anything.

She never complained about what had happened, never yelled, never screamed at me for being a horrible person. She never pushed me away. Never.

Maybe I was just so hopeful that she'd forgiven me that I pretended not to see the signs.

Not to see her sadness.

Her fear.

How, when we did make love, flashes of fear would go through her eyes sometimes.

The bandages.

It was just little things. Little things that only I ended up noticing.

No-one was prepared for her.

For who she'd become.

XD This chapter. Is. Finally. Up! It's been sitting around in my notebook since the third or fifth chapter. Well, cookies for dead nations? And victor petrenko, you will like next chapter!