Author's Note

YAY!~ Chapter Two! Sorry if I suck at Russia...just...sorry.

ALSO: THIS FANFICTION; is very dramatic and kinda sad...so deal with it =3=

China POV

I walked down the corridors, making my way to the meeting room. England was usually the first one there. I was about to open the door when I heard a moan. From America. I shuddered.

"N-not here..." He muttered. I frowned. I knocked on the door loudly. Someone yelped in surprise and I heard crashing noises. I laughed quietly. America opened the door, his hair ruffled slightly. I gritted my teeth.

It's not fair, aru.

I sat down on my chair sighing. America and Russia were giggling quietly, there arms intertwined. Russia mused with America's hair again. I wondered what he would do if I kept my hair down aru...would that be more attractive...I shook my head and blinked, mentally smacking myself.

Was I really that desperate? Yea I was aru. I looked down at my lap rubbing my eyes, realizing they were wet. England walked in suddenly. He sighed quietly, picking up the chalk, drawing the usual diagrams and pictures.

"Maybe China should draw dah," He said suddenly. I looked up.

"M-me? But doesn't England-"

"You draw so pretty dah," He cut off.

"Hey!" America smacked him playfully, "What about me?" Russia smiled.

"Of course America," He kissed his temple, erasing America's pout. England pressed against the board harsher than usual. France walked in dragging in a giggling Canada.

"Let's begin the meeting, before Canada goes into hysterics..." France rolled his eyes. Canada grinned.(about something I was to lazy to type ) America cleared his throat and got up, off of Russia.

"R-right, okay, so yesterday, it may have gone unnoticed, but it was me and Russia's anniversary," He took out a box and opened it, "So I spent all night making a cake!" He lifted up a neon blue, green...cake? I stifled a laugh with a cough. Who knew how much frosting there was?

"How big is the cake?" France asked. America cut up one slice, "Because it seems as though half of it is frosting..." America glared at him.

"Frosting is awesome, okay?" He said, pissed, "It makes the cake pretty."

"I-is that edible aru?" I asked, as France, Canada, and England laughed. An icy glare sent shivers down my spine. I looked at Russia. His eyes were dark, as the aura emitted from him.

"It's a good cake, right China, dah?" I shuddered.

"Y-yes aru..." I squeaked. Russia never did that to me. Ever. I wrapped my arms around my waist in support. I blinked quickly, not letting my tears fall.

"Don't give him any, he'll probably throw it away..." Russia murmured to the hurt America, "I'll eat it all if that's what you want, dah"

"Russia calm down, it was a harmless joke," France chuckled. Canada pulled on France's shirt pointing at me, "You hurt him," He added. America handed England a piece. England took the piece of cake he was given and just stared at it fondly, a small smile playing around his lips.

"That's impossible, nothing so small could hurt anyone," America said with a mouthful of cake.

"That's what you think, America," England said quietly, "Something so tiny could mean everything to someone," He murmured, still staring at the slice he was given. My throat felt tight.

"What does that mean Iggy? Another Shakespeare reference?" He said. England's eyes narrowed.

"I think its self explanatory dah," Russia said after a while, "You know those sunflowers? The big one in the middle, and the little ones in the back?"

My head shot up. That was my painting. He was talking to America, but I could tell that it was my painting. America shrugged, not really understanding...or following along.

"Well, something so small can mean a lot, like this," He pecked America's cheek, "Did you like that?" America nodded. Russia smiled and then looked at me. I refused to look back.

"Aren't you gonna have some?" America said.

"Well, dah, I ate before I came, how about I take it home?" He forced a smile. England snarled.

"He doesn't like what you eat, isn't it obvious?" England hissed.

"Wha-?"

"That's not his fault, you killed his taste buds." France chuckled.

"Shut up." England seethed.

"You don't like what I eat Russia?" America pouted. Russia had no answer.

"See?" England said.

"Well do you dah?" Russia asked. England looked away.

"What are they fighting about?" Canada asked. France shrugged.

"How could you Russia?" America yelled, too dramatically.

"What did I do da?" Russia asked confused.

"Y-you hate me!"

"I never said th-"

"I KNOW YOU DO! YOU LIAR! YOU LIAR! YOU'RE THE WORST! YOU HAVE TO BE THE WORST BOYFRIEND IN THE PLANET! YO-"

I got up at slapped America-san in the face. Everyone was frozen as the sound bounced off the walls. My eyes narrowed.

"Shut up aru," I said calmly.

"What?" America said in shock.

"Does food mean more than Russia aru?" I raised my eyebrow.

He shook his head, "No but-"

"Then why are you getting worked up over a stupid cake aru!" I yelled, "If this stupid cake means more than Russia-san then maybe you're the worst boyfriend aru!" Silence."And why is everyone getting worked up over a cake aru? A cake!" I said. Everyone was quiet. England put down his piece and sighed.

"China is right you three, just relax," France sighed.

"M-maybe I did put on too much frosting..." America said nervously looking at Russia, "I'm sorry, Russia," He pouted slightly, using that face he always did to win over Russia. Russia looked down.

"M-maybe China is right dah...maybe we should break up.." Russia said quietly.

"I never said that aru!" I said, as everyone nodded confused.

"Y-you want to break up? Why? I love you Russia!~"

"Really?" Russia laughed darkly, "A while ago you said I was the worst and how you hated me, dah..."

"I didn't mean it!~ Come on!~" America grinned.

"Are my feelings a joke dah?" He said. Everyone shuddered at the tone of his voice. He refused to looked up.

"I never said that..." America said in shock.

"I think you made it clear..." Russia said, looking up. His face was blank, empty, his eyes looked deadly calm. I was probably the only once who saw how hurt he was. It was silent for a few minutes. America's earnest expression turned serious, wiser, and a bit sad.

"M-maybe I did," He said, "M-maybe I missed someone so much I tried replacing him with you,"

"I knew it dah," Russia replied, his eyes narrowed. America's eyes watered.

"I never told him I hated him...I didn't want him to boss me around...or-or be like my big brother, because I was old enough to take care of myself. He thought of it the wrong way. He thought I hated him. He was so close to me...but...but...so far..." He trembled slightly, "so I had to find someway to deal with it, okay? I'm sorry Russia...I didn't know you thought of us as that serious.." America looked at him, truly sorry. America was usually never serious. He sighed heavily, rubbing his eyes under his glasses. England stared at him.

"Wh-who is he talking about?" England said in a hollow voice. America flinched slightly but looked down.

"Who else could it possibly be?" France smiled. England met my eyes. I gave a small smile and a slight nod.

" America?" He asked gently. America stiffened, though his eyes were soft.

"What do you want England?" He said, looking away, childishly.

"C-can you tell me who that person is?" England placed a hand on his shoulder gently.

"Does it matter?" America said softly, "Its not like he cares or anything.." America shrugged.

"B-but he does care...a lot...a bit to much," England blushed saying this out loud.

"You sound like you know," America said arrogantly.

"Way to spoil the moment, brother," Canada muttered.

"You sound like you know who I'm talking about," England said, just as arrogantly.

"They are perfect for each other," France chuckled. Suddenly I couldn't contain this. There was no way America was going to get a happy ending with England without apologizing to Russia. America and England were looking at each other, there noses almost touching. I don't think they cared or even noticed aru.

I ran up to America, punching him hard in the stomach, "You apologize, You apologize now aru! Do you realize how much you hurt Russia!" I pointed to Russia. Or where he use to be. He wasn't there. "Russia-san!" I yelled. I ran out of the room, he wasn't in the halls. He was probably in the courtyard. Everyone else walked into the halls, "You guys better follow me aru!" I yelled, mostly at America.

Quickly, walking down the halls, till I was in the courtyard. Russia was there, sitting on a stone bench, his head down, his hands in his face. I walked closer swift but gentle movements, he was trembling. I sat down next to him.

"Hey, aru," I smiled, trying to sound cheerful. He didn't respond.

"So..I told America to say sorry aru," Right as soon as the name left my mouth, Russia flinched, "L-l-look aru I'm sorry," I trembled. Now you know how I feel aru... He mumbled, "What was that aru?" I said, smiling gently. He looked up, his face streaked with tears.

"I-is my love not give enough? A-are my feelings a joke to everyone da?" His voice broke. I trembled. This was the little boy I met many winters ago. Then something struck me; He still loved him.

"Why would you think that aru?" I asked, barely containing my calmness. Right now I understood everything he was feelings. And he was right there, a few inches away from me. I could just wrap my arms around him.

"You didn't hear a thing America said dah? He said that he wasn't serious, it was a joke, my love was a joke...my feelings were nothing..he used me dah, and you ask why I would think that?" I flinched.

"Why would you think he is the only one who loves you aru?" I asked, trying a different approach. By now, all the allies were behind, not looking directly at us, but certainly eavesdropping. I don't think Russia noticed.

"Well...my sisters too...but Ukraine needs me because she is poor and Belarus wants me as her husband dah," He trembled looking down, "I-is that how someone shows love?"

Look up Russia, tell me what you see aru.

I stayed silent. Russia really must enjoy forgetting me.

Is it love or hate?

"B-but those are your sisters aru...not other people,"

Is it fear or care?

"Exactly dah..." He looked away.

Is it affection or neglect?

Why couldn't he see anything? I was here, the only person willing to talk to him?

Is it love or hate aru?

"How can you still love him aru?" I said bitterly. I wanted to tell him so badly right now.

" Because, I was his whole world till a few minutes ago...but now I'm not so sure dah.." You're my whole world Russia-san, is that not good enough aru?

I looked down at my hands, "You still are to someone aru," I said, making my approach like England and America did. Russia suddenly stood up, angrily, getting the wrong idea.

"You can stop speaking in riddles China, you can stop with such stupid quotes. It has no meaning to me dah," You're such a hypocrite Russia, are you saying my feelings are nothing aru? I didn't look at him in the eye. It's not fair aru.

"Besides, you never told me what Wǒ ài nǐ means, dah," He huffed angrily, "Next time when you sleep talk, speak in an understandable language kolkol," I flinched. He was taking his anger out on me. I didn't know I sleep talk in my sleep...I was mortified, but thankful he didn't know Chinese.

"Even if I told you, you wouldn't care aru," I murmured.

"Again with the sad eyes? Like you have been through so much haven't you? You haven't been heart broken dah..." I looked away, to Iggy, who clenched his fists together.

Yes I have aru, you're dulling my broken daggers. You're opening and rubbing salt in the wounds I have tried to hide.

"Th-that's not true aru!" My lower lip trembled.

"So what does Wǒ ài nǐ mean then dah?" He said, looking at me impatiently.

"W-wǒ means 'I' and n-nǐ means 'you' aru." I said quietly.

"What about ài dah?" I couldn't take it anymore. I stood up, walking away, "Where are you going so suddenly?" He asked startled.

"You wouldn't care what ài means Russia-san" I said softly. All the Allies, who were casual eavesdropping knew exactly what the phrase meant. He grabbed my wrist roughly. I refused to turn around.

"Tell me dah." He said, sending shivers down my spine.

"Stop acting scary aru, its not helping you," I said bravely.

"Really dah?" I winced as his grip tightened.I knew he was stubborn. So was I.

"Let go of my aru." I said, in the voice I usually had reserved for Korea.

"No, dah,"

"Why does it matter?" I said brokenly, suddenly.

"Because you kept on saying my name over and over again dah!"

"And? No one said you had to listen aru."

"How do I know it doesn't mean 'i hate you' or 'i want to kill you, or something dah?" My heart wrenched, "So tell me dah..." Realizing I had no reply.

"I-IT MEANS I LOVE YOU OKAY ARU! YOU CAN LET GO OF MY HAND OKAY!" He stopped , dumbfounded, as I yanking away, making a run for it.

"China dah!" He yelled, grabbing my hand again. I struggling, and turned around doing something I never thought I would do. I bit him. His hand, as hard as I could. He relexively let go, though it probably didn't hurt, and I took that as my escape. I ran out of the courtyard, out the building, into the woods. I ran till I was gasping for air, not sure where I was. Isolated. Again. Like so many years ago. I couldn't hear any sound of Russia or the others out to look for me.I sank to the ground, trembling.

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