Hello dear readers and reviewers. Don't hate me and brace yourselves to feel sad and...hating me and Russia. Also, I forgot to add, all those people who are happy I included Canada, who is not forgotten, I love you O-O (Canada=my favorite character {read profile})
Also: HappyChappyWerido That's not really what happens, its just that most drama movies often use that plot.( xVAMPIRExEMPRESSx ) Anyone who wants to beat up Russia, there are crowbars in the room to your left :'D
China
I ran. Again. My legs protested. I was such a baby. And a girl. And so childish aru. I skidded to a stop, sending pebbles falling into my favorite stream. I stumbled across this a while back, trying to escape Korea.
I sat against a tree, partly covered by bushes, staring at the running water, my thoughts tumbling as fast as the water rushed by.
They could look for me all they wanted, they weren't going to find me this time. I took a deep breathing, letting my thoughts flow across my mind.
He doesn't love me aru. Or even like me. I was just a minor detail, a Southern Nation. Nothing more. And the worst part? I was acting like a girl, like moping over a break up. I hugged myself tighter. I would not let myself cry. Not this time.
I heard voices calling me, they were probably the wind. Loving Russia-san was wrong. Eventually the moon rose higher in the sky, the voices gone. I closed my eyes, hoping that sleep would come.
Russia
"Lets just give up looking for him," England muttered.
"E-ngland...I'm soo tired..." America yawned.
"H-how about we l-look tomorrow?" Canada suggested. The little bear he held was already asleep. Italy was carried by Germany, who decided to collapse onto him ten minutes ago.
"We could bring more people too," Japan suggested.
"I agree," Korea added, stretching his back. Taiwan started nodding off on Hong Kong's shoulder.
"Russia lets-" France started.
"No," I said firmly.
"Fine then," Vietnam snapped, "We are all tired, and China wouldn't approve of us getting sleep deprivation, plus not being able to sleep sucks,"
"Well now you know how China feels every night!" I snapped back. Vietnam stopped walking, as did everyone else.
"It's your fault idiot. China thinks we don't know...but we see him cry himself to sleep every night," Vietnam glared, making me flinch, "Come on everyone, I'm sure we can spare everyone beds," They all shuffled behind her, murmuring.
China
It was colder than usual, I noted, looking at the stars. I couldn't sleep. This whole thing was an overreaction. Tomorrow when I wake up, I'll laugh at how overly dramatic I was, having not as strong feelings for Russia-san. We could just pretend to be friends. Now if I could just go to sleep...
Suddenly I heard faint padding of feet. Someone running. I pressed myself to the tree, readjusting the branches of the bushes, so I would remain partially hidden. Russia-san, how likely, stopped seeing the stream, walking now.
"China..." I perked up immediately, though he was staring up at the sky. I looked up too, as the moonlight casted a beautiful glow off his face.
"Yes aru?" I replied, indifferently. He turned, surprised.
"Why do you always sneak up like that dah?" He asked. I shrugged, moving the branches and leaves from the bushes. I patted a seat next to me. Pretend to be friends. He sat sighing. I shivered, wanting to press against him, his warmth.
He must've noticed me shivering, because he suddenly unwrapped his scarf partially. At first I thought he may have gotten hurt, or was warm, but he wrapped it around my neck. It was more than I thought it would be. It was soft, delicate yet thick and warm. And it gave the faint smell of vodka and winter. And Russia. This was like my daydreaming, coming to life. He interlacing around fingers so we were holding hands as he rested against the tree again. It felt nice. Pretend to be friends.
"You seem to get cold often," He stated, his eyes drifting to a close.
"What aru?" I frowned.
"Dah...you can also stay up really loooong," He stifled a yawn. I giggled. Pretending to be friends. Did I come up with knew quotes every other hour? Before I kept saying how unfair everything was, and now this? Not to mention the little thoughts when I was overreacting...
"Are you in this world?" He nudged me, breaking my train of thought.
"Sorry aru, I-I was just...thinking.."
"Bipolar China," He teased. Well it was kinda true. My feelings and moods did change drastically. I guess love does that. It messes with your head.
"What are you thinking of?" He prompted.
"A-ano...stuff aru," He raised his eyebrow, "L-like...my bipolarness and...what I think aru?" It was the only way to sum it up.
"What weird things dah," He smiled. Pretend to be friends, I reminded myself.
Overreaction was worth it.
Russia POV
Now that I realized it, it was impossible to not like China. His reactions were adorable, and he was tiny. He was a bit clumsy at times, and stuttered slightly when nervous. But he was also strong, independent, and kept his true serious feelings to himself. He kept himself together. He was also so...likeable. No wonder his siblings were so committed to him.
But he could also end up like America.
"What are you thinking of aru?" He asked tentatively.
"You," I replied, without thinking. He blinked, a strange look on his face, as he blushed looking away so I couldn't see his expression. He turned back at me, the coy blush still in place.
"What about me aru?" He mumbled.
"...e-everything?" I replied, unsure. He smiled, though it was off.
"Where is everyone aru?" He asked quietly, staring at the stream.
"Eto..Vietnam took them saying that 'China wouldn't allow us to stay up looking for him'," I quoted sourly. China smiled.
"Good aru," He said, in a satisfied tone. I glared.
"What do you mean by that da?" I asked darkly.
"The last thing I need to worry is my family getting into trouble in the night aru, I'm glad I taught them how bad it is to get into trouble at situations like this.." He explained. I blinked.
"Explain,"
He shrugged, "I guess its only with families..." He trailed off.
"I have sisters," I persisted.
"W-well how would you like it if right now, one of your sisters were lost, or in danger aru?" He asked. I nodded.
"Oh.." He smiled, resting his head on my shoulder.
"C-can I ask you something aru?" He said, in that quiet low voice. Uh-oh.
"Of course," I smiled at him.
"Well, first I have to apologize," He clarified, "I-I'm sorry for over reacting aru..." He looked down, staring at our hands.
I shook my head, "I don't think you overreacting that much, but..I forgive you...I guess," I replied.
"A-and...y-you don't have to answer th-this b-but..." He fidgeted, "Can I ask something...personal aru?" He looked up at me, with those big, cute eyes.
"Da," I smiled.
"C-can you tell m-me why? W-why you don't l-like me?" I got angry. He had so many people who liked him, and he was asking me such a question...
"Y-you're so full of yourself dah! You-" I pulled away from our physical contact.
He instantly gripped my hand as I tried to pull away, "H-hey...I said you didn't have to answer aru..and that's not what I wanted to ask," He trembled, a hurt look in his eyes. I relaxed slightly feeling intense guilt.
"Oh?" I inquired.
"Yes..I was wondering..c-can I," He stopped himself, but then continued, "C-can I...we...pretend to be friends? J-just for tonight aru?" He asked, his eyes gleaming with innocence.
How could I tell him? I didn't want to pretend, or lie,...and that I was sleepy. If tonight meant 10 minutes then okay...but...
"I shouldn't have asked aru, gomen..." He bowed his head, bringing his knees up reflexively.
"I don't pretend with such things," I said stiffly. He nodded, biting his lip. It was quiet for a few minutes. Not the, comfortable silence, but the tense, awkward one. I was also getting drowsier. I rested my cheek on top on China's head, holding our hands still.
"Th-then why aru?" He asked.
"W-why what da?" I felt a bit disconnected.
"Wh-why do you make me overreact? Wh-why do you always get my hopes up like acting like this aru?" He yelled, throwing his arms into the air. He let go of my hand.
"I-I know I haven't learnt to except this b-but I-I will okay? J-just s-stop..acting l-like this aru!" He shakily unwrapped the scarf, trembling. I caught his hands. He struggled, but gave in, "Wh-what aru?" He asked.
"What do you mean? Except what? And how am I acting dah?"
"L-like you like me aru! L-like you don't hate me!" He pulled again. I let go as he stumbled backwards, falling, giving a cry out in pain. His hand went to his arm. He looked around, then his eyes rested on a rock, hidden by the grass. He picked it up, examining it, then threw it into the stream in frustration.
"Wh-what happened?" I asked frantically.
"N-nothing aru," He said clenching his teeth, standing up. Him and his mood swings. He started walking away, and I grabbed his shoulder.
"What happened? I'm not letting you go until you tell me!" I threatened.
"Oh really aru?" He said darkly, his voice had so much venom it made me flinch. He smacked my hand a way,starting to walk away again.
"B-but I d-don't know where home is..." I said. I was lost, and then stumbled over him. I paused for a second.
"Home is where the heart is aru," He said matter of factly. He sighed, looking over his shoulder, "Follow me then,"
He walked quickly, wincing in pain occasionally. I assumed he got hurt when he fell. I re-wrapped the scarf around me as I followed his pace. We kept turning sharply till we reached his house. It loomed in the darkness.
He walked up the steps quickly, opening the door quietly. He flicked on a light and climbed up the steps.
"W-wait-"I said, but he already went. I sighed walking to the kitchen. What was up with this family? I sat on a chair, next to the kitchen island. I rested my chin on the counter. China walked in a few minutes later, his hair down, wrapping his arm with gauze. He looked up, surprised.
"Oh..I thought you left aru.." He trailed off, stopping.
"What happened to your hand?" I asked flatly.
"E-eto...the rock grazed across...its nothing aru.." He started to make tea. Silence.
"So where is your home then?"
"Hmm?" He turned around from the stove.
"Well you said that 'home is where the heart is' dah, so I was wondering if-"
"Ah.."he said, "Home is...wherever you feel happy, where you feel like you belong, where you feel whole an-" He stopped his sentence. I understood enough.
"Oh," I replied lamely.
"Home for me is my family," He said, rummaging through the cupboards, "And friends. And cute things aru. And yo-" He stopped himself again.
I didn't ask him to finish the last word either.
He pushed me a cup of tea, which I took gladly. He stared into his cup, his expression unreadable. "C-can I a-ask one more aru?" He asked, quietly. He was shaking, the tea moved side to side in the cup.
"Of course, da," I smiled.
"C-can you tell me w-why you...don't like me? At all aru? D-do you hate me?" He looked up, his face streaked with fresh tears. It was literally the same question, only reworded. I walked around the island and sat next to Yao. He looked back down, still trembling.
I turned his chair so China wasn't facing the island but was facing me. He still didn't look up. I cupped his face, tilting his head up.
"Look at me da," I whispered. His eyes flickered to me. We held our eyes together for a long moment.
"You aren't going to answer are you aru?" He bit his lip, "It's a selfish thing to ask isn't it aru?"
"I-I don't know..." I said bewildered.
"I-it's okay, you don't have to aru..I j-just thought.." He looked away, miserably.
"No," I shook my head, "I-I mean..I don't know da..." I said earnestly.
"Oh," He said, understanding, "o-oh.." He said, softer.
"I don't know what to feel," I shrugged.
"What if I told you aru?"
"It wouldn't be real though," I reminded him.
"Love can be learnt too," He replied. I frowned. Oh..right..Wo ai ni...
"Y-you know earlier today da?" He nodded, as I slowly started to change the subject, "Why did you leave like that?"
"I told you I needed a moment aru," He reminded me.
"A moment? More like 3 hours," I rolled my eyes.
"Why do you even care?" he asked abruptly. I frowned.
"I-I don't know.." I blinked, almost forgetting how to open my eyes again. I heard him giggle.
"You should sleep, its almost 4," He said softly, jumping down from the stool, smiling at me a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
"I-I am sorry da.." I said, my throat tight.
"For what aru? Not liking me?" He laughed once, "Why would you? I am selfish, small, and annoying aru, you don't need to like me,"
"B-but..I want to...so bad..I want to see you smile and laugh..." What was I saying? I was a hypocrite.
"The fatigue must be getting to you aru," He pushed me.
"No it's not!" I protested weakly.
He ignored my protests, murmuring to himself, "Well...my bed seems to be the only empty one...so.."
He helped me unbutton my jacket, loosening my scarf. America never did that, I observed. Come to think of it, America only did childish things and food. He only showed mild signs of half-hearted affection. A peck on the cheek, a punch on the arm. He never kissed me. I always kissed first. I considered this as China brushed the bangs from my face, pressing his lips softly against my forehead.
"Good night aru," He whispered walking away.
"Aren't you going to sleep with me da?" I asked frantically. He shook his head, "But-"
"Wo ai ni Russia aru," He said, closing the door loudly.
It left me an empty hollow feeling.
China POV
I opened my eyes, forgetting who I was. I had a minor headache and it was 10 am on the clock. I was China. Last night I passed out in the hallway. I sat up, on a bed.
"Are you awake da?" came a voice from across the room. I flinched.
"Oh its you aru," I smiled faintly. Today was the day I was supposed to stop overreacting, stop liking Russia-san.
So why did my heart flutter when he talked? Whatever, I thought, shrugging it off. He walked closer, smiling at me warmly, sitting on the edge of my bed.
"Good morning da," He said, ruffling my hair. I reflexively blushed.
"Aiyaa...morning aru," I looked away, wishing my stupid reactions would stop.
He nodded leaning in.
"Where is everyone aru?" I asked.
"hm? Oh, asleep...Hong Kong and Thailand are awake though, but Thailand left da. I think they found you passed out on the floor or something," He filled in for me. I climbed out of bed, stretching.
"China I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you da," He said suddenly.
"Wha?"
"W-well-"
"N-no I heard you...but you already apologized, and I accept...but why so sudden aru?"
"I-I don't like hurting you da," He replied.
I shrugged, "Whatever aru, you did not hurt me really aru," I said, speaking in a matter of fact tone. My heart ached in protest.
"Oh..well...in case..da" I smiled.
The flowers were gone. I searched everywhere. It was six in the evening, everyone left. Russia was the last one to leave. I glanced at the cut I got, hoping it wouldn't scar.
"Whatchya looking for Aniki?" Korea asked. Korea was more then happy to see my 'back to my old self"' again.
"N-nothing aru," I had to stop getting all obsessed with those flowers...
Aiyaa... Russia is so mean. *hides and dodges food again*
Erm..please Review. Please. Seriously, I have this friend who reads this as well. And she refuses to tell me what she thinks of the story, let alone the way I write.