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Russia sat in a scarlet-red armchair, watching Yao lounge lazily on the silk-strewn bed.
"I'm not weak anymore-aru…" the Asian nation said in an almost fascinated voice, looking up at the bed's shadowed canopy. "America has finally fallen…and I have risen."
Ivan's mouth curved up at the smaller man's wondered tone, obviously happy for the latter's success. "You worked so hard to get where you are, da?" The Russian laughed lightly, "So no need to act so amazed, Yao-Yao, you deserve the reward for your work."
China didn't listen, seemingly to not have heard the larger country as he observed his small hands, the blue-green veins leading trails through his body throbbing with every beat of his heart. "I feel stronger…" he murmured, flexing delicate fingers softly. "I feel more alive…more powerful…" He closed his eyes. "Such a beautiful feeling-aru… America must miss it so…"
The Chinese man sat up, sheets rustling in a silent scream.
"I feel like this new strength can conquer other countless nations…" Yao looked up, fixing his colder counterpart with a stare. "Ivan…" The Asian smiled. "Back when you were still a superpower…is this how you were feeling?"
Russia opened his mouth to answer, but felt his heart froze at the new dark look in his lover's eyes.
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