Yao P.O.V.
"I don't know Alfred, Yiwan doesn't seem that bad." I replied boredly. "It's quite strange that I got the same patient out of all the patients in this hospital..."
"Ah, don't worry about that. The doctors tend to do this when they think a nurse will work best with that particular patient, so for instance Artie is permanently with me as I did really well at calming him down when he was in distress." The other man explained boastfully.
"Is that so?" I replied sharply. I didn't mean to be so rude, but when I was younger I was protective about brother Arthur and I guess it just grew with me. Maybe even more so now.
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"C'mon Yao, let's go play!" Pleaded the dark-brown haired boy, clutching my arm with a vice-grip.
"Sure, can Ā sè join-"
"No, he always ruins the fun!" The boy interrupted. "He's always so boring, just leave him." I glanced over to the blond-haired boy, sitting over near the tree, reading a book. My heart clenched and I sighed, before turning back to my friend.
"Sorry... Maybe next time-aru?" I winced at the "aru", I was Chinese, but had been raised in Japan for the nine years that I had been looked after by my parents, so the "aru" had just become an annoying habit.
"Next time? You always say next time Yao, it's like you don't care about us!" The other boy's voice had become louder, and angrier.
"I do care, I just- Ugh, I can't deal with this right now." And I stormed off, over to where the younger boy sat. I slumped down with my legs crossed, and angrily huffed.
"You could have gone to play, you know." I heard the boy say, and I edged closer to him and put an arm round his shoulders.
"I could of, but they are just a bunch of jerks anyway. I'd much prefer to be with you Ā sè, you're much more mature than those guys despite only being eight." I paused, and grinned. "Hey, you even act more mature than me!"
The boy gasped, and turned to look at me with a big smile on his face.
"Really? But you're so old!" The cheek of this boy!
"Hey, I'm only four years older than you-aru!" I gasped, and feigned mock-hurt.
The younger boy giggled, and stood-up proudly.
"And I'm almost as tall as you, you're so small Yao!"
I shot up, and looked down at him. It was true, he was almost as tall as me and would soon be taller.
"Yes, but at the moment I'm bigger than you!" I ruffled his already tangled hair, chuckling as he scrunched up his nose.
The English-boy sat back down and grabbed his book, sticking his nose into it. I did the same and glanced over to try and read the book cover, but it was on the other side.
"What are you reading Ā sè?" I asked, trying to take a peek at the spine.
"A story." I rolled my eyes, this boy could be difficult when he wanted to.
"Yes I know it's a story, but what is it called?"
"It's called 'The Frog Prince'." He replied, not glancing up from his book.
'The Frog Prince', huh? Different to the usual 'Prince Charming', he's gained my interest.
"What is it about-aru?" I leaned on the blond-haired boy to get a better look at the page.
"It's about a spoilt princess that breaks a curse on a frog by kissing him, turns out he's a handsome prince." He explained. Wow, this is a cliché romantic story...
"Oh, do you like it?" I asked the young boy, whom was now putting down the book, which I could read the cover now as 'A Book of Fairytales' on his lap. He glanced up at me, and raised an eyebrow.
"No, it's awful." He yawned, and leant against me. I couldn't help laughing at this, and I pulled the younger boy into a cuddle.
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I let a smile ghost on my lips, before mumbling a quick "bye" to Alfred, and I ran off down the corridor to Ivan's room.
"Room Thirty-Seven, Room Thirty-Eight... Ah, here it is." Walking up to the door, I checked the chart. "Can be violent, I forgot about that. No visitors until Four-Thirty..." I silently overlooked the rest of the paper, before returning it and unlocking the door.
"Boo!" I stood still, my eyebrows drawn into a scowl. "Ah, no fair, you're supposed to scream- oh~ it's you Yao-Yao! Welcome back, kotyonok."
"Kotyonok?" I asked uncaringly, trying to cover up my curiosity.
"It means kitten!" He smiled at me happily. I blinked, and let my face take an emotionless mask. Really, I was quite pleased with that pet-name. I loved little kitties, they were so cute! But I mustn't let him know that I like it, or else I'll become a push-over.
"Are you ready to head to breakfast, Yiwan?"
"Yep!" Was his reply, still smiling brightly over at me.
"Okay, let's go then-aru." I walked over to the door, with Ivan at my tail, and we both stepped out from the Russian's small room and made our way towards the cafeteria, in silence.
"You're not much of a talker are you, Yao-Yao?" I heard the taller man say, and without turning my head towards him, I replied:
"We shouldn't have unnecessary chatter."
"Eh? But everyone breaks that rule Yao-Yao!" He whined, catching up to me.
I ignored him, and stared at the floor.
When we arrived at the cafeteria, I got seated and waited for the other man to come over.
"I'm back!"
"Ah!" I yelped, jumping up from my seat. Realising it was just Ivan, I placed a hand over my chest and sighed. "That was quick, despite the size of the queue-aru." And I sat down shakily.
"They are usually kind and let me go before them!" Yeah, because they are scared of you.
"Is that so?" I asked nonchalantly, looking around the cafeteria before my eyes settled on a certain blond-haired Briton. I smiled slightly, but let it drop when his nurse went over.
"You really care for him, don't you?" Ivan smiled at me, scooping some cereal onto his spoon. I found myself nodding with a gentle smile on my face. Yes, I cared for him, my brother Arthur.
When we left the cafeteria, Ivan grabbed my hand.
"Y-Yiwan, what are you doing-aru?" I spluttered, pulling back on my arm to no avail, he was strong.
"Taking you to my favourite place!" He replied enthusiastically, turning back to grin at me. Ivan dragged me outside and over to a part of the hospital that I had never seen before.
"Hold on." He slowed down and skipped over behind me, before resting his large hands over my eyes.
"W-what are you doing?" I asked nervously, lifting my hands up towards his.
"Just listen to my instructions." Reluctantly, I nodded. Scared of what would happen if I argued. "Keep going forward." Slowly, I took careful steps forward.
"Now turn right." Okay. He lifted his hands from my eyes.
"Wow..." I breathed, my hair drifted softly on the window and my eyes widened as I marvelled over the sight.
"Do you like it?" The Russian inquired, chuckling.
"It's beautiful..." I answered and found myself smiling calmly.
The scene was indeed beautiful. There was a lot more than twenty sunflowers all in this garden, standing tall and graceful, golden reflected off of them. It was like the sun was on Earth.
"I grew them."
I turned to the man in shock. "All of them-aru?"
"Yes, all of them. My favourite flower is the sun-flower!" He grinned, and I found myself grinning back at him. "They make me feel happy, less angry. More calm." The taller man paused. "That's why I call Artur a sunflower!"
I glanced over to him, curious.
"What do you mean?"
"I call him a sunflower because he makes me feel less angry around Alfred, plus just seeing him makes me feel happy. His hair is golden, like a sunflowers petals!" He explained. I agreed with him, being around Arthur makes me happy too. I sighed.
"But he's not my only sunflower!" He added hurriedly.
"Oh, you have another sunflower-aru?"
"Yes he's-"
"Ah, we must be heading to your doctor's appointment!" I interrupted, not noticing the Russian's smile falter.
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"How did it go?" I asked Ivan, as he walked out of the office.
"Fine!" He beamed at me. "Apparently, I might be able to leave soon."
I smiled back. "Well that's good-aru!" I then remembered something. "Ah, I almost forgot! After lunch, you have a visitor."
I saw the other man visibly pale and shudder. "R-really?"
"What's wrong Yiwan, do you feel unwell-aru?" I inquired, concerned for the other.
"N-no, I'm fine." I frowned at the Russian, who's smile was wavering.
"Okay?" I replied confused, and highly suspicious of the other man who was clearly lying, but I shrugged it off.
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"Hello, we are ready for the visitor." I informed the man behind the desk.
"Patient and Nurse ID numbers?" The receptionist asked politely, with a stony-face.
"Ah, yes... My apologises." I replied, before running him through the details he needed to know. However, I couldn't help but notice the shaking mess behind me, and so when I was finished up, I turned angrily on my heel to scowl at Ivan.
"Yiwan, would you mind telling me what has gotten you like this-aru?" But the man wouldn't reply, he just kept shuddering, and frankly- he looked like he was going to be sick.
I sighed, before grabbing his arm and dragging his huge arse towards the room.
"Honestly Yiwan, you're acting like a child, and you're not even telling me-" I was interrupted when the door in-front of me slammed open.
"Brat-Ivan!" And I was pushed away. "Who is that? Is that your boyfriend? Do I have to kill him?" My eyes widened, and I looked up in horror.
What I saw, was an amazingly, beautiful girl: Long and straight platinum-blonde hair, and dark pools of blue for eyes, slender with porcelain-skin... She was practically the model of every girl's dream-look. However, the girl stared down at me with a cold glare. She was certainly a rose: gorgeous to look at, but prickly to the touch.
I pressed myself against the wall and hurriedly stuttered out:
"I-I'm not h-his boyfriend," gulp, "and you real-really don't need to kill me."
I broke out into a cold sweat when she frowned down at me for what felt like an eternity. Before turning back to Ivan, with lust visible in her eyes. She grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled him close to her.
"Ivan, marry me! Marry me Ivan, I don't care what others think!" Oh, was this his girlfriend? I don't know why I felt my heart-drop a bit, it's not like I care who he's with. I felt my cheeks heat up. I glanced over to Ivan who actually looked like a corpse. It was quite amusing actually... Seeing big, strong Ivan in defeat over a lithe-girl like this. Well, I would be laughing if it wasn't so damn terrifying. I watched as Ivan turned to me, mouthing a "help me". To be honest, I was tempted to shake my head, but seeing as we were both in a spot of trouble... I decided against it. Slowly, I reached my hand into my pocket, and found the little remote control. Finding the big button, I nodded to him before pressing it. And almost as immediately after I pushed it, security came and dragged the girl away... Screaming about how "Ivan just didn't understand his feelings yet" or how much she loved him.
Ivan let out a sigh of relief, and came over to me and gave me a big hug. I was reluctant at first, but I returned the gesture and put my arms around him... Well as far as I could anyway.
"I'm sorry you had to see that Yao-Yao." The Russian breathed, sounding exhausted.
"It's okay, but won't your girlfriend be very angry now-aru?" I replied, worried for him.
"Girlfriend?" He chuckled, but it sounded forced. "She's my sister."
Huh? What? Sister? Haha. Sister? Seriously?
I burst out laughing. "She's your sister?" Tears poured from my eyes, it was so funny. I felt bad, but truly that is hilarious. "I'm sorry Yiwan, but-"
"That's okay Yao-Yao." the interruption sounded genuine, and I stopped laughing. I looked at the other man, who was now smiling at me happily. I was confused, shouldn't he be angry that I just found the thing that he finds scary, funny? "It's okay, because I got to hear your pretty laugh!"
I blushed, the heat flowed to my cheeks and I was seriously embarrassed.
"I never got to tell you who my other sunflower was, Yao-Yao." And he stepped closer to me, putting a hand on my head. Grinning down at me.
"It's you."
I thought I would be evil and let you wait for Arthur's reply, plus I wanted to do one more pairing besides the main pairing, so here it is.
No, I wasn't making mistakes when Yao called them Ivan and Arthur, instead of Yiwan and Ā sè... I did this as his pronunciation of the names.
Yay, a tiny-bit of RusCho.. Of-course, not too much... Because they've only been together twice. I apologise for the amount of time-cuts, I like RusCho, but I can't say I've read too many fanfictions with them as the main pairing, so it was quite hard to do. Not my strongest piece of writing either, simply because I didn't want to cock up and anger the RusCho fans.
I have actually edited the story a little bit, just minor changes to the prologue and to another chapter. I ballsed-up and had to change something minor, you won't notice it. Don't worry.
Did you see what I did with the 'Frog Prince' Wowowow.
Translation:
Brat-Ivan- Brother-Ivan