The Lonely Sunflower (Hetalia Russia Story)

Rejection and Acception

Love certainly was something that intrigued Ivan.

Every person he went to showed him different ways of expressing it. With Toris, he learnt what a hug was. With Alfred, a high five and hanging out. With Francis and Arthur, a kiss and to witness true love in its act. It certainly was great to learn these things. It made him wonder what else was there for him to learn. There was still lots more to show and experience.

Next up, was none other than Yao. Ivan knew that when visiting Yao there would be some conflict or uneasiness between them. The last time they spoke was when he accidentally hit the Chinese man. That was a horrible way to leave off. So, of course, the Russian was somewhat nervous on visiting the man.

It didn't go quite well at first.

When Ivan tried to board a plane and enter China, he was unable to. It was as if Yao had banned any one from Russia, and Russia himself, from entering his country. That certainly made Ivan's stomach drop when he had to walk all the way back to his car. But, just like what Toris said, not everyone was going to forgive him. He knew that as a fact, but still, facts still can hurt.

The drive home was bittersweet. Ivan was quite happy with how his apologies with Alfred and Francis and Arthur had went, but the sinking feeling in his stomach from Yao's still settled in. He really did wish he had the chance to at least say 'I'm sorry' to Yao. That was all he wanted to do. Alas, that was not to be. Yao didn't want to have anything to do with the Russian and it didn't look like that was going to change.

Once home, the Russian looked about his quiet house. No Baltics. Ah, he almost forgot that they left. So, once again, he was alone. Alone in a massive house that could probably house every nation. The halls were long and silent. The walls bore no happy colour. The windows showed the vast land of white snow outside, nothing giving off any life. His house was, once again, empty.

Sighing, Ivan walked into his living room and sat down on his couch. The fireplace still inhabited burnt wood which hadn't been cleaned since the leave of his servants. But that didn't matter at the moment. Three out of the four people he apologised to forgave him. The other one didn't even bother to answer his request to visit. That certainly did hurt him, but he had to remember what Toris said. Not everyone was going to forgive him.

Lying down on the couch, Ivan stared up at the ceiling. Such a quiet house. No one was here anymore. The Baltics had left. He was, once again, alone. However, now it was different. The lonely silence that engulfed the house was not unsettling or depressing as it was before. It was almost as if Ivan was content with his atmosphere. Content with the feeling of solitude. How was that? Didn't this feeling always send him in an uncomfortable dismay?

The silence was broken when his phone began to ring. Groaning, the Russian stood back up and walked over to the hall phone to pick it up.

"Da?" Ivan answered simply, unsure who may be calling at this time.

"Ivan, aru. It's Yao." The Russian's breathing hitched as he heard the voice of the Chinese man on the phone. This was his chance, right? Now was the chance to apologise. The Russian nodded confidently and took the chance.

"Yao, I wanted to speak--"

"There's a world meeting tomorrow, aru. It's going to be in France." Yao cut Ivan short, his voice seemingly hard and unfriendly. It didn't even sound like Yao. Usually, he spoke gently and always had that knowing and wise tone with him, but now.. now none of that was evident in his voice. It was a tone he would use to speak with someone he held little to no respect to. "It's at 3pm. Don't be late, aru."

"Yao, wait I--"

"Goodbye."

With that, the line went dead.

Ivan stood there, the buzzing tone never ceasing as he remained where he was. Of course, Yao didn't wish to speak with him. That was okay. Really, it was. He had accepted the fact that not everyone was going to forgive him. He had kept that in the back of his mind ever since Toris told him back at the beginning. Seeing how everyone else had forgiven him, it was only predictable to see how Yao was going to be the odd one out.

Putting the phone back in its holder, the Russian walked back into the living room and peered outside. Fresh snow coated the window seal and blanketed the vast land of Siberia. All you could see was white with the occasional falling flakes of snow. His violet eyes blinked, gazing out at the land before him. His land. His country's land. It was so cold and isolated, just like himself. Every inch of the land seemed to cry out as if in need of warmth. Ivan sighed, causing his breath to fog up the already frosty glass window.

"A meeting tomorrow..." He mumbled, looking upwards at the sky. Ah, that's right. The first meeting after he made amends with his friends. This.. wasn't going to be so bad. He would actually have friends to talk to in this meeting. People to sit next to. People to smile at him and make small talk without shuddering. Ivan's lips tugged into a soft smile at the thought. How could he not be happy about the next day?

The snow clouds above parted its way, showering the snowy land with sunlight.

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Author's Note:

I'm sorry (again, wow) for the lack of updates. Life's been rough at the moment and my mind is just scattered and everything. But I managed to write one chapter today! Woo!

Anyways, I'm sad to say that this fic is slowly coming to the end. I don't know exactly how many chapters are left, but all I know is that I see the ending in the near future. I already have begun to write it out.

So, just a heads up :)

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