A Fallen Sunflower [Russia x China Hetalia]

The Sunflower's Rose

Yao stares at his hands, shaking violently as tears rush down his face. His eyes wide and his wrists exposed. He takes the razor from his side table, staring at it in terror and fear.

"J-just... Just this once..." He says with a shaky and raspy voice.

Yao takes the blade, holding it to his pale wrists, soon to be painted with crimson red.

He slashes once.

Twice

Over and over

Yao chokes on his breath as he stares at his wrists in horror.

"Please... MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP I BEG OF YOU!" Yao screams, longing for someone to sweep him off his feet and tell him everything is okay. Yet he remains isolated in a dark void. His brown locks falling from his shoulders onto his blood stained wrists.

Another night...

He cries himself to sleep.

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Ivan takes his seat next to Yao at the world meeting. He wears his usual bright smile, his scarf falls from his shoulders. He looks at the shorter male. "How many men stared at you today, da?" He says with a chuckle, earning a glare from the Chinese nation.

"Nobody stared at me, aru!" Yao says defensively. "Wh-why would you think that!?!"

"You're as beautiful as a woman, Yao-Yao, I'd be surprised if men weren't enchanted by your beauty." Ivan replies, oblivious to the blush forming on Yao's face.

"Aiya! D-don't be stupid, aru!" Yao sputtered, to which Ivan giggles innocently.

"I'll show you," Ivan says before turning to the conference table. "America, on a scale from one to ten how beautiful is China?"

"R-Russia-!"

"Dude, I'd, like, have to say a nine. He's no chick, but he's cute as hell."

Russia smiles at China, who's face is completely red with embarrassment.

"One..." Ivan's little sister, Belarus says  coldly, eyeing Yao. The conference room goes silent, all eyes on the three nations.

"E-eh, that isn't very nice, Belaru-" Ivan begins to say before being cut off by the blonde girl.

"You really believe his looks are natural? For all we know, it's all fake." She says.

"Nataliya-!"

"Shut up, big brother! We all know a slut like him sells his body! Why do you think he's so wealthy? Because he sleeps with every man within his path!"

"Enough!" Ivan says, standing up. All eyes remained on him.

Yao stands, his chair falling backwards. Ivan looks at him in shock as he runs out of the room. Everyone can see...he was crying...

"Nii-san!"

Japan tries to stands up and follow his brother before being held back by Hong Kong.

The room was in silence for several minutes before Ivan got sick of just ignoring the issue.

"Why the fuck are you all just watching silently as if nothing just happened right in front of your damn eyes!? Did you all see what just happened!?" He screams, his voice echoing against the walls.

"Big brother-"

"THIS IS YOUR FAULT. Do you see what you have just done!? Why are you all silent!? Do you really want to ignore all this so badly!? You're all stupid and useless! You don't even deserve to call yourselves nations!"

Ivan runs out of the room. "Yao!? Yao!?" He yells throughout the halls.

Ivan turns a corner to see Yao sitting against a wall, sobbing silently into his knees.

"Yao..."

"What do you want, aru...?" He scowls.

"Yao, are you okay?"

Yao lifts his head, showing his puffy red eyes and soaked face. "Am I okay...? Am I okay!? No! I'm not okay, aru...!" He attempts to shout in a raspy and sore voice. Ivan frowns upon seeing Yao's face. It hurt him to see Yao in such despair.

"I understand... I'm so sorry she said those things to you... I don't believe any of it..." Ivan assured, sitting down next to Yao.

"Why...? Why don't you believe her...? Or are you just mocking me...? Like they all will...?" Yao croaked, his honey-brown orbs meeting violet.

Ivan cups the smaller nations face, stroking the soft skin. "It's because you mean a lot to me, Yao-Yao..."

Yao removes one of the younger nation's hands from his face. "How so, aru? For a way of pleasure...?" He accused.

Ivan frowns. "No... Not in any dirty way. I..." He looks down. "I want you..."

"W-What!?"

"I want you to be happy..."

(A/N: HAHA YOU WERE FOOLED)

Yao looks away, his eyes misting up again. "How can I be happy...like this..." He says before slowly rolling up his red sleeve.

Ivan's eyes widen and begin to mist as well. "No... Yao-!"

"Ivan! I... I..." Yao chokes before falling into Ivan's arms, clinging onto his chest, sobbing.

Ivan embraces the older nation tightly. "Shh... It's okay. I'm going to help you, da...?" He whispers into Yao's ear, earning a whimper from him.

"P-please, aru..." Yao sniffed.

"I promise..."

(U thunked it was all GUD)
(U thunked wrong)

Yao walked the streets of Britain after the conference ended, the feeling of Ivan's loving and protective embrace lingering in Yao's mind. He looked around at the empty yet bright streets, taken in by the beauty. "I'll have to bring my siblings here someday..." He whispers softly. He stops when he sees a sunflower, a smile forming on his face. He remembers the young platinum haired boy, who loved sunflowers. Who held him in his arms that very day.

He feels a pair of arms curl around his hips. He whips his head around to see a blonde man... A certain European blonde man. His green eyes filled with flaming lust. Yao's eyes widen. "En-Engla-"

"Shh... It would be a shame if anyone heard you..." He whispers in Yao's ear, sending a shiver up his spine.

"Leave me alone, aru! I'll scream!"

"Scream and say goodbye to half of your country." The English nation threatens. Yao's eyes widen.

"Don't you dare do anything to my people...!" Yao spits.

Arthur smirks. "Then do what your sexy body was made for..." He says, grinding his dick against Yao's tight ass, earning a gasp from him.

And thus, a night of misery and humiliation began...