I'm soo sorry for not updating as quick. I was a bit busy with the holidays, etc. Please review and enjoy!~
I switch POV quickly in this, because both things are happening at the same time, etc. (gomen!)
Russia POV
I took another swig of Vodka, staring at the ceiling. I flicked the bottle with my wrist, hearing a crash as it broke on the wall. It had been weeks since I last saw China. I gritted my teeth, sitting up on my bed. I had no reason to go there. I smiled at myself. I was an idiot.
I hate China, remember Ivan, I hate him da.I reminded myself.
There was a soft knock on the door, "R-russi-ia s-san...Br-breakfast is ready," Latvia called. I groaned getting up, kicking bottles as I walked. I wasn't really hungry. I opened the door, to a trembling Latvia. As soon as he saw me he mumbled and excused himself, saying he was going somewhere.
I wanted China's company more than I should. But being with China meant I could mess up, like I did with America. And I didn't want China hurt that way.
"Niiii-saaan?" Bela came sauntering into the hallway. I flinched.
"Wh-what is it da?" I asked politely.
"Are you okay? You seem to be out of it Nii-san," She whispered. I shivered as she walked too close to me.
"I'm fine..." I trailed off, trembling. Her fingers trailed up and down my arm.
"You sure Nii-san?" She smiled at me. I nodded.
"E-estonia!" I called, for a diversion.
"Oh, they all left Nii-san," She smiled.
"Wh-where?"
"Oh...where Baltic Nations go...out and about," She smirked. She led me slowly to the living room. How was I going to get out of this one, da? I panicked. The smell of breakfast drifted from the kitchen.
I sat down nervously on the couch as she flopped down next to me, flipping on the television to some drama serial she liked watching. My mind reeled as I relaxed slightly. For a few minutes she watched, not really staring at the screen. She suddenly put it on mute, turning to me leaning in.
"I'm bored," She purred. I flinched.
"W-well...do you want to play a game? Take a walk? T-to...France da?" I asked frantically. Was that far enough? She shook her head. She got up, cupping my face, then straddled me.
"Mm...no...that's not what I had in mind...Nii-san.." She murmured. I trembled, looking around desperately.
Something caught my eye. It was a white envelope. Not just any envelope, it had my name in bold letters. I reached for it, grabbing it, as she froze.
"That's just junk mail.." She hissed, trying to snatch it.
"No.. Lithuania would've taken care of that.." I trailed off. I got these envelopes every month. The letter inside always said when the next world meeting was held-
"Where are the Baltics? And Ukraine?" I said flatly, forgetting the fact she was straddling me.
"Oh...just a world meeting...Ukraine will tell us if there is anythi-"
"What? Why didn't you tell me?" I cut her off. It was an excuse to see China!
"W-well...on the bright side...we have the whole day to ourselves," She smirked, cupping my face. I smacked her arm away, pushing her off me, opening the letter. I skimmed through most of it, till I got to the more vital information. It was today. In one hour. In New York, where most of the world meetings were held. I could make it there in time. If I hurried.
I stood up, throwing the letter behind me.
"Nii-san.." She said brokenly, slithering to the floor in despair. I glanced down at her, "A-are you leaving me? F-for A-america?" She said, her eyes watering.
"N-no I broke up with him remember da?" I smiled, reaching a hand out. She smacked it away.
"Th-then which fag is it this time?" She snarled, standing up herself. I blinked. I needed an excuse.
"N-no one..world meetings are importa-" She didn't let me finish.
"That's not gonna work this time, Nii-san. Is it our Southern neighbor? Huh? It's his fault you broke all your bones when he pushed you off that stupid plane!" She half-yelled. And the worst part was, she guessed the right person.
"China did not push me off the plane, and I did not break all my bones!" I shot back. She scoffed.
"It's almost like you don't want to marry me?" She asked I shuddered.
"No I don't," I I said simply, even though I was trembling.
"What did that fag do to you?" Her eyes narrowed. I clenched my fists.
"China is not a fag and he didn't do anything to me wrong," I said quietly.
"Why does it matter what I call him? I thought you didn't like him Nii-san," She said.
"I love him da, so stop calling him that and blaming everything on Yao!" I snapped. She gasped. My hand went to my mouth in shock as well. I didn't think of what I was saying. The sentence came out naturally.
I hate China, remember Ivan, I hate him da.
Suddenly my brain couldn't comprehend hate for China. My heart refused. Because I loved him, even though I was fighting against it. Fuck.
"You what?" She hissed, crouching like a predator. I took a step back.
"I love him," I said, staring her down. She straightened up, tucking her hair behind her ear which fell out of place.
"Well, I don't care, because, you know, it will hit you, you love me better than him. also, he doesn't love you back as much as I love you," She replied.
"He d-does love me," I said weakly. Even though I hurt him and broke his heart...
"He'll be just like America," She smiled. I shook my head. She raised her eyebrows.
"No he won't da, and if you'll excuse me sister, I have a meeting to attend to.." I dared. I walked passed her, heading for the door.
"There is no way you'll beat me Nii-san," She said, grabbing my shoulder roughly. She came from behind and whispered in my ear, "You better hurry..or else," I turned around to see her gone.
China's POV
I sat dutifully in my chair, nervously flickering glances at Russia-san's chair. Which was empty.
Relax aru, the meeting starts in 45 minutes...I can relax.
I breathed in and out. Ukraine, his sister was here, and so was the Baltic Nations but Russia-san...
What Russia-san did was none of my business. If he can't make it, that's not my problem. I slumped in my seat. I had to learn to stop thinking about him. If he missed one meeting it was fine. I tugged on my collar absent-mindedly, staring at Russia-san's seat, imagining him sitting there, smiling at me. Then getting up, walking towards me, leaning down, tilting my head up, whispering the 3 words I wanted to here him say to me.
I had let a fantasy form. My eyes watered. Shit. No crying, not one tear, I reminded myself. Someone tapped my shoulder. I looked up startled. It was Belarus, Russia-san's other sister.
"You must be the fa- China," She smiled at me. I frowned. She looked pretty, and friendly, but her eyes seemed off. I nodded. She didn't recognize me?
"That would be me aru," I smiled politely.
"Can I talk to you privately for a moment outside? About Russia?" She raised one of her eyebrows. I nodded immediately. She nonchalantly walked out the doors as I followed.
She closed the huge doors of the meeting room, walking left in the dim tilted hallway, till we were in front of a smaller office door. I felt confused.
"What were you saying about Russia-san aru?" I asked instantly, when she stopped walking. She turned around, glaring at me furious. I took a step back, recoiling instantly.
"You can't afford to say his name," She said quietly, deadly.
"What do you mean aru?" I asked, nervous. She suddenly withdrew her arm, then snapped it, punched me if the stomach.
"It'll cost you," She smiled. I blinked from the impact and pain, my hands wrapping around my waist reflexively. Did Russia sent her to hurt me?
"Wh-what was that for aru?" I choked out.
"Well...for ruining Russia's brain, and ruining my whole day.."
"But Russia-" She pushed me to the wall.
"I told you..you can't afford to say his name. You don't deserve it. Or touching him, talking to him, fuck, even looking at him will cost you," She threatened. I looked around. I hadn't thought of her as a threat. The hallway was so poorly lit I could barely make out her lethal expression.
"C-cost me what aru?" I asked cautiously. Belarus was serious.
"Pain mostly," She smiled suddenly. She was probably drunk, Russia drank a lot of Vodka so I'm sure she did too, I reassured myself. Suddenly I felt a thump on my head as everything turned black.
Russia-san POV
I stood there frozen. I didn't have time to think of what she said. I immediately freshened up, something I never really thought of doing. Or cared really.
I walked hurriedly down the streets, looking for something. It would be weird if I came empty handed. Or was it? I sighed. I wasn't good with stuff like this. It was easy with America. But America was fake with me. Suddenly I came across a flower shop. One I pass almost every time I'm out and about, or went to buy sunflowers. My eyes skimmed over the display as I walked in.
There was the ringing of bells as I opened the door, signaling a customer came in. The lady who owned the shop had thick rimmed glasses and looked like she was in her mid 40s. She looked up from her magazine, smiling at me.
"Ah, Russia-san, what will it be?" The lady said, reaching for the sunflowers. I shook my head, "No sunflowers?" She asked, her eyes widened.
"No thank you," I looked at her wide selection of flowers. Lilacs, tulips, carnations, lilies, orchids...Nothing seemed to fit. I wondered why I was getting him flowers in the first place. He seemed to be happy with what I brought him last time.
"Are you looking for anything in particular?" She asked kindly. I shrugged. She suddenly started to rummage through the shelves, taking out a new book with a glossy cover.
"Its a book about Victorian Floral Language," She explained, shrugging, "Some french guy gave it to me," I reached for it immediately. I skimmed through it, looking around the store rather than the book. My eye caught some roses. I walked toward them, putting down the thick book she gave me. I reached for them.
"I want these da," I said eagerly.
"The red roses?"
"Da," I replied.
"Well, you should check what it means," She smiled thoughtfully. She was too over helpful. But I did it anyway as she carefully selected the biggest, brightest flowers. I mostly skimmed through the page which talked about the history, the complex meaning, and so on. I fell upon a single word. Love.
It's perfect.
She handed me the flowers, as I payed, leaving.
"Good luck," She waved. I nodded, walking out.
Definitely over helpful, but thanks anyway. I mentally thought. Thirty more minutes till the meeting started. Why was I in a hurry anyway? It wouldn't matter if I cut the meeting or came late. China would always be there. I walked down the road happily, taking my time, enjoying such a light, happy feeling.
China POV
My head rolled to the side as I woke up groggily. Wait! I sat up, blinking in the dark. Suddenly a light flicked on.
"You've woke up quicker than I thought," Belarus smiled from across the small office room, her feet on the table, admiring her knife. Knife. I gulped.
"I would've enjoyed hurting you more," She murmured, examining the weapon quietly.
"Wh-what did you do aru?" I rasped, my throat felt weird. My whole body felt weird. In a bad way. It hurt. But I refused to look down.
"Oh nothing," She looked up, her eyes dark. I flinched.
"Why are you doing this aru?" I questioned. No one in the right mind would hurt someone else like this.
"Because," She stared blankly at the wall, "You deserve it...and you took my happiness," I looked at her, trying to decipher what she meant.
"How? M-maybe I c-can-"
"Shut up. Shut up." She repeated, getting up from her chair, making her way towards me. This time she pressed a hand cloth to my mouth and nose. I wasn't an idiot. I knew what chloroform would do. I didn't breath in.
"I would let you stay conscious...but they might here your screams," I felt fury, as I pushed off her hand smacking the cloth away. I was too clever to fall for chloroform on a piece of cloth. (to lazy to search in detail)
She started to tremble, "N-no...matter...he hates you anyway," She grinned, then burst into laughter. I stood there in shock. She reached for the door, dragging me out. My body ached in protest and my hand, which got cut started to sting.
She turned slightly, "Well aren't you going to come? He'll be here soon, I'm sure you want to see him," She suggested, still giggling.
"I don't deserve to look at him aru," I muttered quietly. She snickered. She pushed me out of the small office, into the dimly lit hallway again. Belarus made her way to the meeting room.
"Well at least I taught you something," She threw open the doors to the meeting, entered, and closing the door fully. I slumped against the wall. No one could see me, even if they were to look in this direction. I was too far and it was too dark here. I looked down.
It was bad enough to get hurt physically for loving something, let alone by a girl. I thought she was sweet and nice. She probably did it to protect her brother. I looked at myself. Purple bruises on my exposed skin had started to form. There were more underneath my dress shirt. Blood was leaking from my fore arm. Belarus cut directly over the one I got while I tried to pull myself away from Russia at my hideout.
Fuck. Why did it have to be like this? I thought I was doing so well...I slid off my rubber band, throwing it in frustration. It didn't make a sound to my disappointment.
I checked my watch. It was 10 minutes into the meeting, Russia was probably there. He probably didn't care I wasn't here, I highly doubt he noticed.
Pain rippled through my chest. No crying. Not one tear.
Hopefully the next chapter will be up quickly. Also, if there is any confusion its probably cuz I have so many ideas, and when I put into words it gets kinda garbled up. If you need any clearing up let me know XD