AN: Okay next chapter. Writing this just after the previous. I will try to make it much longer for this one! Thank you!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or its characters.
It's been three months. We've been dating for three months and it has been the happiest days of my entire life. I couldn't have a better boyfriend.
The only problem is that we still haven't told my father.
My father is a homophobic pig and he can't come around to accept anything that he hasn't been taught to accept. I've tried to talk Yao into waiting until we graduate, but he said he "can't wait that damn long, aru." So I'm going to tell him. Just... later.
But for now I have to get through my first day back to school as a sophmore, or second year. I was moderately afraid of what was to come, but I have new found confidence after Yao told me how things are. Alfred is just letting his anger out on me, and I shouldn't let him get to me because he's just doing it because he's jealous.
I tried to remember this as I walked into the large glass doors again, but everything seemed to slip my mind as the stares and glares and snickers were sent my way. Luckily, Yao was right there beside me, squeezing my hand when a jab was sent my way.
Finally, my worst fear was presented to me, in the middle of the hallway, right beside my new locker.
Alfred Jones.
A smirk smeared across his face and I let go of Yao's hand, walking ahead to stand right in front of him. I looked down at him, keeping my face expressionless. He crossed his arms, leaning his weight to one side and sneered, "Where's your scarfy-scarf, commie faggot?" A crowd began to form around the two of us, but I noticed Yao staying right behind me in my peripheral vision.
I smiled, trying to make the grin look as creepy as possible. "I sacrificed it to the demons I worship."
Alfred's face showed just the slightest expression of fear before it disappeared entirely, but I noticed it. "The fuck is wrong with you, faggot? Finally go crazy?" Snickers spread through the crowd with his weak insult before I spoke up.
"You know, I think the real question is what the fuck is wrong with you, Alfred."
Gasps erupted throughout the crowd, and Alfred's grin disappeared, replaced with a scowl as I continued. "Why the fuck would you make fun of a person because they're gay when you're gay yourself?" I said cheerfully, keeping a smile across my face.
For a split second, Alfred's face shifted to horror before he burst out laughing, and the crowd around us joined in.
"Hey, dumbass, quit blaming others for your own faggot problems." He said, a sneer across his face.
My smile grew larger as I noticed something. The gods must have blessed me, for on Alfred's neck was a large, dark purple hickey.
"Then how do you explain this?" I said, pointing to the dark spot. Alfred's eyes widened and he slapped a hand over his neck, trying to cover it. But he was too late, as everyone burst out laughing, and pointed at Alfred, and his expression turned to fear as he was found out. He darted through the crowd, pulling his hood over his head and ran out of the school.
I giggled and felt a hand fit into mine. I looked to my right and Yao was there, smiling up at me. I smiled back and leaned down to peck his forehead softly.
When I straightened to my normal height, I saw a dirty blonde head disappear behind the glass doors of the school before running out of sight. I realized it was Arthur, Alfred's "boyfriend," and made it a priority to talk to Alfred privately when I saw him again.
I was taken from my thoughts when the tardy bell rang and Yao and I rushed to shove some shit into our lockers before running to our first classes of the day.
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It was the end of the day and I managed to survive my classes. Yao of course wasn't in any of them, but they were still pretty okay. I found Yao after school and we began our trek home.
"Wanna come to my house? My parents aren't home." Yao said with a wink.
I smiled and swung our connected hands between us. "Da, I would like that."
Yao smiled back and I felt a sense of completion. This was everything I could ever hope for. Everything was good. I wouldn't trade it for anything.
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"What do you want to watch?" Yao asked from the livingroom. I thought about the options as a prepared a bag of popcorn to go into the microwave.
After thinking for a few seconds, I called out, "Uhhh I don't know. I think we've watched everything on Netflix, haha." Yao giggled from the doorway, which he was currently standing in. I glanced at him and sent a smile his way.
"So there's nothing to do?" He questioned, coming to stand by me. I nodded and popped the microwave open and put the packet of popcorn into it. Before I could shut it, I felt an arm wrap around my waist, and I looked over to see Yao leaning heavily against me. He looked up at me with a certain glint in his eye, and recognized it as that same look I saw all those months ago.
Lust.
I bent down to kiss him slowly, trying to savour the moment as best I could. His mouth moved against mine and I put my hands around his thin waist, pulling him closer to me. His hands traveled up to my neck, where he reached around to play with the hairs on the back of my neck. I held back a loud moan that nearly escaped from my throat, and instead lifted him up onto the counter, settling myself between his legs.
I felt his tongue press against my lips and I opened my mouth more, letting him scour my mouth with the appendage. His hands moved to my back, and under my shirt where he began to lift it. A blush made it's way across my cheeks as he did. It was rare when we went this far, and I always got embarrassed when he did.
I felt the shirt ride up my chest, and parted from Yao's lips to let him take it off entirely. Yao's eyes darted to the fading scars across my chest, and his hands moved to trace them up to my neck, where he dragged a finger to my lips. After tracing the outline of my lips, he retracted his hand and leaned forward to kiss me again. I rested one my arms on the counter on either side of him and put the other one on his thigh, squeezing it lightly. Yao groaned sensually and I almost passed out over how sexy it sounded.
Yao always said it was hard to "get me in the mood," but once I got in it, I was really sexy, apparently. I wish I had the confidence to tell him that I thought he sounded way sexier, but I kept it to myself for a little while longer, as I heard him moan again, but then he broke the kiss to breathe for a few seconds.
"Mm... That's always so nice..." He panted. I felt the tips of my ears go red, but kept silent. "Hey. Want to take it a step further?" Yao asked, rubbing circles into my hip. He always asked. It was really sweet and thoughtful. I nodded, not really sure what the next step was, but backed up when Yao motioned for me to. As Yao lead me to his bedroom, I started to get an idea of what the next "step" was, and felt both apprehension and exhilaration at the same time.
AN: Yayyyy I got it done! I'm sorry I didn't get it done yesterday, I had to go to sleep. I hope you like this, I had fun writing it. Finally getting into the good stuff (; (; (; Alright, that's all I have, thank you for reading and happiness!
~mmbazb