F. Just a collection of short one-shots varying in length that I wrote whilst holidaying in France. ^^ Enjoy.
Random one-shots #6 ~ RoChu (Russia x China)
Yao angrily stormed into Ivan's house, he'd just heard what the Russian's boss had ordered for the winter Olympics.
"Ivan! We need to talk, aru!" The four thousand year old yelled up the stairs, where he suspected the Russian male was hiding.
"Yao-Yao? Everything is okay, da?" China spun around, coming face-to-shoulders with his partner. Ivan looked completely worn out, predictably under stress from holding the Olympics.
"No! Everything is NOT alright! Your idiotic boss Putin has practically banned us from acting like a couple aru!" The Asian complained, clinging on to Ivan as he sobbed. "It's not fair! Not fair on us, the other nations, or our people!"
"I know, it's not very nice. I have tried to convince him otherwise. But President Putin is very stubborn, da." Russia hugged China back, rubbing the shorter nations back in attempts to soothe him. "Try not to worry, my little sunflower. I shall sort it out."
Yao started to calm down at Ivan's touch, the Russian wasn't very good at comforting, but he only needed to be in the room for the Chinese man to feel safe.
It was kind of ironic, how the scariest and and most unstable person to him in the 1940s, was now the only person Yao loved more than his various siblings.
"Hmm... Ivan... Have you told them yet?" China asked, 'them' clearly meaning Yekatrina and Natalya. Russia gulped, obviously not mentioned his relationship with China to his sisters. "It doesn't matter... We'll tell them together right, aru?"
"Da. We will. Hopefully Belarus will not try to kill you, da?" China laughed, Natalya thought that if she married her brother, she would be protecting him from those who would lead him astray. If she found out that Yao was with Ivan, she'd think she had failed in caring for her big brother.
"I'm sure she won't try to brutally murder me, aru. She'd only start a war. No one wants a World War Three." Yao broke away from Ivan's embrace. "I'd better go now, aru. My boss wanted to see me in half an hour."
Russia stooped to quickly kiss China's porcelain-like lips.
"I shall see you in Sochi, my sunflower." The two entwined their fingers, Yao's hand fitting perfectly with Ivan's, and smiled. Yao waved goodbye to his partner, before leaving the Russian household.