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Chapter 7: Pink Larkspur
Yue lay on Ivan's couch and flicked idly through the channels on TV. She was waiting for Ivan to come and see her, as he did every day around lunchtime.
Yue wasn't 100 percent sure that Ivan would come today, not after the conversation they'd had yesterday. Ivan had been asking her more questions about Yao and the Japan from his world, Kiku, or whatever his name was.
He'd seemed extraordinarily fixated on the two of them ever since he'd learned about Yao's love for Kiku-a love she'd harboured since the Sino-Japanese War, hundreds of years and Ivan hadn't noticed. He now lived under the delusion that Yue knew something he didn't just because she was observant and he wasn't.
She'd asked him, yesterday, why he hadn't noticed Yao's blatantly obvious love for another man. She'd expected him to change the subject, and he had, talking for twenty five minutes about how exactly Yue's blood would splatter on the walls and why it would splatter that way, if her head was to be beaten in with a lead pipe.
Other people, Yao included, would probably have been creeped out by this. Yue was fascinated. She couldn't help but think about how much experience Ivan would need to have with bashing people's heads in with a pipe to have this kind of knowledge and again this intrigued rather than bothered her.
She was a bit of a weird one, to put it mildly, but as she had noted before, she was attracted to strength. More specifically, his strength.
Ivan apparently, was not, because while Yao was an incredibly strong country and woman she didn't even have the backbone to make it clear to Ivan she Was. Not. Interested. Let alone like him for who he was.
Yue didn't see Russia as some sort of psychopathic killer like he had been portrayed over the years. She just saw him as more honest than most. Every country was capable of doing hideous things; Ivan just didn't cover his up like everyone else did. Yao apparently didn't feel the same way.
Yue snorted, she should hook up with Vadim. Spineless, both of them. Okay, she was being unfair, but this was incredibly annoying for her, having to tell Ivan the same things over and over again because he was too stubborn to get the message. Yao. Was. Not. Interested. Part of her wished she'd just stayed with Yao, but hey, at lest she wasn't bored here with Ivan.
Speak of the Devil, the door opened and Ivan stepped in. With a mental sigh Yue switched off the TV and turned to face him. Ivan sat down opposite her with a 'pleasant' smile. "Good Morning Yue," he said cheerfully.
Yue sighed, "good 3pm in the afternoon to you too, moron." She said wryly. She leaned back on the couch and waited for the questions to start. Good God, Russia was so obsessed with China. His China. Yue scowled, she was annoyed now and she didn't know why.
"How are you today?" Russia asked, as he always did.
"Bored." Yue replied without missing a beat, as she always did.
"Are you liking the Television?" Russia asked, he hadn't asked her that before but he always asked her similar questions. Did she like the room? The bed? The food? The weather? Small talk questions.
"It's alright." She said honestly, it didn't really do much for her one way or the other.
Ivan regarded her for a while, his head tilted to the side. Truthfully he didn't even want to talk about Yao, asking about Yao's relationship (or lack thereof as the case might be) just annoyed him. However if he didn't ask he had no reason for bothering Yue which meant that he would probably have to leave. And he didn't want to leave.
He just wanted to talk to her.
Yue was funny. Not funny in a ha-ha kind of way or funny as in 'weird' but funny in a dry, biting, sarcastic sort of way. And she was honest. Brutally. Most of the time anyway.
One of the things Ivan liked about Yao was how she always went out of her way to think about his feelings. Not many people considered how he felt when they were invading him and beating him up as children or calling him a monster behind his back. Yao did.
Yao always considered Ivan's feelings and always tried to be nice to him even though he apparently terrified her (he genuinely had not noticed).
Yue on the other hand was so honest it hurt. A lot. And while he loved Yao for her sweet heart he'd been finding Yue's honesty and straight-forwardness very refreshing of late. That was one of the things he liked about Yue, even more than her honesty. She was direct.
"Well, get on with it will you? You and I both know why you came in here and I'd rather get this over with than just sit here all day." Yue said, blunt as ever.
Ivan sighed and unconsciously made his choice.
"Tell me something about yourself?" He asked, "Anything. I'd like to know more about you."
Yue sat up straight. "Huh?" She asked stupidly. This was new.
"Well…" she said slowly, "I actually really like… sock puppets."
Ivan nodded, he hadn't known that.
Yue mentally facepalmed. Why the Hell had she said that? "Two Russia's," she muttered, "there are two Russia's in one Universe. It's messing with me." Ivan blinked, confused but didn't say anything. Yue sighed and ran a hand through her short black hair. Sometimes Ivan's sweet, smiling face was just too easy to talk to. That wasn't a good thing.
Kuro Honda, also known as Yue and Vadim's world's Japan, eyed the doorway of the house ahead warily. His plan was straight-forward, simple and incredibly primitive. He was going to hide beside the door and when Yue came out he was going to hit her on the head with his sword (in its sheath!), knock her out, shove her in the sack he had found and bring her back to their world. He'd drag her every step of the way if he had to.
All of their Asian family was incredibly worried about Yue so they'd sent Kuro to find her and bring her back.
Okay, no that first part wasn't true.
The Asian siblings all fought constantly (with the exception of North and South Korea who loved each other with an unrivalled passion) and didn't give a damn about Yue. They just wanted her back because she was the only person who could tell them if the last slice of pie really had belonged to Taiwan or if it really had been Vietnam's the whole time.
But Kuro was worried, so he was going to bring his older sister/stalkee/hopefully future wife back home. Whether she liked it or not. That was just the way Kuro did things. Plus, Yue would never go anywhere with him willingly.
He rubbed his shoulder; it still hurt from where he had tumbled through that stupid portal while looking for Yue. He blamed Olivia. He always blamed Olivia but this one probably was her fault.
Kuro adjusted his black hat and moved stealthily to the door, maroon eyes flicking from side to side to make sure no-one was watching him.
He pressed his body to the side of the door. If Yue was the first person to open the door he had only a split second to knock her unconscious before she reacted. He was on unfamiliar territory and didn't want to cause a scene so he couldn't have her screaming. And if it came to a one-on-one fight she would probably whoop his ass. So why was she so scared of him? Kuro wondered briefly before shaking the thought off. It didn't matter. All that mattered was that if he didn't bring Yue back in the next 48 hours his other siblings were going to come after him. And there wasn't a person in the world Kuro hated enough to inflict that upon.
The door opened. When Kuro looked up to look at the face of the person who had walked through, he accidentally looked directly into the midday sun, blinding him momentarily.
He blinked, eyes watering and peered at the person who had walked out the door. He couldn't really see the person but he knew Yue's figure when he saw it. He swung his (sheathed!) sword at the figure's head. Even ninety-nine percent blinded it was a perfect shot, if there was one thing Kuro was good at, it was hitting people on the head with swords.
The figure dropped without a sound, she never even saw him. Kuro grabbed China and stuffed her into the sack.
"Perfect, now to get the Hell out of this world." He muttered. Actually he had to go back to the abandoned warehouse he was staying at and grab his mobile phone first. He had left it there because he didn't want his siblings calling him while he was trying to abduct their oldest sister.
Normally he would've just turned the stupid thing off but his siblings had put a tracking device in the phone when he left and if he turned it off they would all come swarming in here trying to find him. So he had to go back first.
Kuro dumped the bag containing China on the floor and picked up his phone, checking it for messages. Twenty-four. All from Hong Kong, crazy obsessed stalker. Not that Kuro had room to complain about having a stalker. He was a lot of things but he wasn't a hypocrite, usually.
Suddenly the bag began to thrash. Kuro walked over to it and pulled it away, ready to give Yue his well-used 'come-with-me-or-I'll-make-you' speech when China looked up at him. He froze, maroon eyes widening.
Golden-amber eyes widened back.
"Well." Kuro murmured after a second, "I can't honestly say I was expecting this."
Yue sighed and placed her arms behind her head as Ivan left, saying he had paperwork that needed attending to. Well that had been a pleasant change. Instead of being asked the same 5 questions about what Yue had told her over and over again for the next three hours she had spent that time having a nice discussion with Ivan. And it was…well…nice.
If there was one thing Yue didn't like about Vadim it was his total inability to hold a decent conversation. Despite his status as a non-talker Ivan proved to have no such problems. After Yue's awkward comment about sock puppets the two them had had a wonderful time.
They'd talked about everything from world affairs to new Russian and Chinese music to their favourite restaurants and foods to, yes, sock puppets. Yue smiled ever so slightly. It was a true smile, not something very common for her.
Ivan's presence, the sense danger she felt while around him all electrified her. They made her blood race, her heart pound and her skin tingle. She was incredibly attracted to that strength but just today, when she'd learned so much about him, she'd seen the man he was underneath. And Heaven help her she'd been attracted to the real him too.
Yue sighed, one of the very few traits she shared with Yao was that she was no fool, she knew it was only a matter of time before Olivia and her blonde self found the right spell to send them home and she would have to leave this world. Leave Ivan. And Heaven help her but she really, really didn't want to.
Kuro stared wordlessly down at the China in front of him. Yao stared wordlessly up at the Japan in front of her. Kuro broke eye contact, cursing.
He ripped off his hat and ran a hand through his silky black tresses. He might have to call his siblings soon. It looked like he might be here a bit longer than he had anticipated.
Kuro had been in this dimension for quite some time now and he had not been idle during that time period. He had learned that there were personifications of countries in this world too. And that they bore striking resemblance to the countries he was familiar with. In looks anyway. He just hadn't expected the proof to hit him quite so brutally.
He was willing to bet copious amounts of money that the female in front of him was this dimension's version of his sister. She was staring at him with a stunned expression on her face, "you must be…" she whispered.
She broke off with a shake of her head. Then she winced, Yao felt like, well, like she'd been hit around the head with a sheathed metal stick.
Kuro shook his own head. "I don't believe this," he muttered. "I can't believe I kidnapped the wrong China."
Ok, sorry I'm a bit late. I named this chapter 'Pink Larkspur' because it means 'fickleness' which is pretty much how all the countries are beginning to feel around each other now. R & R people and tell me what you think. Oh and the America's and Japan's are going to start having bigger roles now. Hope you guys enjoyed.