Chapter 6: Russia and China
Russia had always wanted China. He had thought of China as one of those forbidden fruits, he could yearn after it all he wanted, but he would never have it. That didn't stop Russia from trying though, every day he would try some new way to get China's attention, be it giving out compliments or being as creepy as his sister Belarus.
Everyone was surprise when China gave in to Russia's advances, even Russia who never thought it would work out. Russia was happier he had ever been before though, he even stopped harassing other countries in favor of paying attention to China. China loved the attention, enjoying the feeling of being needed. He hadn't felt this needed since he looked after his siblings, and Russia was more than happy to provide that attention.
No other country would say a word about the relationship between the two. They were to afraid of invoking Russia's wrath. Yet when they saw how happy the two were together they decided that if both of them were happy then no one should meddle with them, even obnoxious America. The Baltics had to be the happiest of all, since now since Russia was preoccupied with someone else they escaped his presence.
The two were happy together and that was all they needed.
One day they were relaxing at China's house, just lounging around and enjoying each other's presence. China was snuggled against Russia's chest, and Russia was running his hands through China's long hair, enjoying the silky feel to it. They listened to the sound of each other's breathing and dozing.
Eventually the two got up and walked around China's garden a bit. Mainly they talked about adding some sunflowers to his garden, just because Russia liked them so much. After an hour in the garden they went back inside and started cooking dinner together.
"What you like?" China asked him, Russia pondered for a minute.
"Anything is fine, da?" China nodded and went into the kitchen to start cooking.
Russia waited patiently in the living room enjoying the sounds of his lover cooking. It wasn't long before China called him back into the kitchen to eat the food he had prepared. There was a bountiful platter there, and Russia wondered to himself how China managed to make so much good food in such a short time.
"It looks good Yao-Yao." Ivan said with a smile, Yao blushed at the name.
"Thank you Ivan." Even though they had been using their human names for a while, Yao was still trying to get used to them. He hadn't been called by his human name since his family lived with him.
They ate in silence, neither feeling the need to say anything. When they were almost done though Yao put his chopsticks down, obviously he had to talk about something important.
"Ivan. There's something we have to talk about."
"Yes?"
"Ivan, I hate to say this, but we have to break up." Yao dropped his eyes to the ground, not wanting to see the hurt look on Ivan's face.
"What?" Yao flinched at the hurt that was laced in Ivan's voice.
"We have to break up." He tried to sound strong, but his voice came out as weak as a mouse.
"Why though?" Yao finally looked up at Ivan.
Yao wanted to cry from what he saw. Ivan sat there a look of shock on his face, violet eyes filled with tears, and his mouth hanging open. Yao wanted nothing more than to run over there and comfort him, to tell him it was nothing more than a lie, but he knew he couldn't do that. Ivan's eyes were pleading with him to stay; Yao couldn't stand to look into them when he knew he would have to leave. He felt tears start to build up in his own eyes.
"It's just the way it has to be." Yao could think of no other explanation for his leaving other than this. Not knowing what else to do he got up and tried to leave, only to feel himself being pulled against a strong chest, and arms wrapping around his waist.
"Please Yao, don't leave. I don't want to be alone again…" Ivan's voice sounded so broken, Yao had to choke back a sob.
"I can't Russia; this is the way it has to be." China spat out the sentence, wanting this entire conversation to be over with so that he could go and cry alone. Russia flinched when China used his country name, and did as the other obviously wished and let China out of his arms.
China left, walking right out of his own house. He didn't look back once. He didn't see Russia fall to his knees and start crying, he didn't see the heartbroken look on his face, he didn't see anything. China didn't look back because he knew that if he did, he would run right back to Russia, taking back everything he said. And China just couldn't do that.