A Fallen Sunflower [Russia x China Hetalia]

A Sunflower In The Snow

"I-Ivan..."

Yao stares at the conference room door in shock. What did Katyusha mean by Ivan loving him? Of course they're allies, but did Ivan really consider him a...

A friend...?

Either way, Yao couldn't help himself from think of the possibility that the cold nation loved him like... more than just a mere friend. Maybe a part of him was longing for more than a simple friendship.

But it can't be. Yao didn't want to be hurt again. Used again...

Left alone again...

Yao plays with the tips of his hair, staring at the door like it was a weeping angel, unable to look away. He heard the arguments on the other side of that door. He wanted to shut out all the voices. Make them all go away.

The scars on his arms stung as the sleeves of his cheongsam rub against the open wounds. He tries his hardest not to wince in pain, praying for the tears not to prick at his eyes.

He opens the door.

Silence

Am I that much of a nuisance? He thinks. All eyes land on him, he can feel shivers crawl up his spine.

"Yao..."

Yao looks at the source of the voice. The perfect man... His soft voice like a soft lullaby. His violet eyes meeting Yao's amber orbs makes his heart pound. The taller nation's presence not only gives Yao a sense of comfort in the tense room, but also sends his mind soaring.

Yao only looks at the ground, afraid of what will happen if he opens his mouth.

Yao feels a hand on his shoulder. He looks up at the platinum haired man's face, his heart racing. The Russian takes the Asian's hand in his, leaving the still room.

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Ivan holds onto Yao's hand, leading him outside the building with no intention of going back.

Yao comes to a halt, causing the other nation to stop abruptly. "Y-Yao-Yao? Why did you stop?" He asks in concern and confusion.

Yao looks at him, tears dripping from his doll like face. "Why...? Why are you doing this, aru...? Why aren't you like them...?" Yao questions.

Ivan cups Yao's cheeks with his gloved hands. "It's because you're important to me, Yao... and you're better than them, da?" Ivan comforted, though his smile was questionable.

"Is what Ukraine said true...?"

Ivan's heart stops. Did she tell him about her experience? Ivan tries to keep a calm composure. "What do you mean, sunflower?" His usual smile upon his lips.

"Do you really love me, aru?"

There was silence between the two nations for a few seconds. Ivan stared into the beautiful, huge, amber eyes. The ones that captivated him for so many years. The way the Asian's dark brown hair caught the summer light. His flawless, soft skin making him seem so delicate. His petite figure giving him the grace of a doll. His seemingly soft lips, which one could only dream to kiss such beauty. His loving, soft voice, a song. A ballad that Ivan couldn't get enough of.

"Y-yes... I do..." Ivan confessed, averting his eyes from the older nation. "I have...for many years."

Yao looked at him, his eyes wide. "R-really...?" He questioned. "I-is that why...?" Yao stuttered, his voice laced with uncertainty and confusion. Ivan nods.

"That's why I couldn't just stand by and watch them hurt you." Ivan admits, caressing Yao's cheek with his thumb.

Yao tilts his head into Ivan's hand. "I see...you're still the sweetheart I met so many longs years ago." Yao reminisces, tears still leaking from his glossy eyes. "All I wanted to do was get you a sunflower...and now we're here... I'm being slut shamed for things I didn't want..." Yao cried.

Ivan's eyes widen. "Y-you were going to get me a..."

"Yes... I saw the flower and I instantly thought of you...your love for them... and then all of this happened, aru..."

Ivan looked at the ground, his heart slowly being ripped in two. "Yao..."

"But thank you, aru... You're one of the only people I can talk to. I don't want to worry my siblings and everyone else...well..."

"I know, my sunflower..."

"I... Wo ai ni, Ivan..." Yao sadly smiles, locking his eyes with the Russian's.

Although it may not seem like it, Ivan understood the Chinese language perfectly. H-he loves me back?

"Y-ya lyublyu tebya..." Ivan stutters, his entire face red.

Yao smiles softly, looking down at the tips of his shoes. "Y-you... You love me back...?" He asks, his brunette locks falling over his face.

Ivan lifts Yao's chin so the two lock eyes again. The spark of Chinese fire clashing with Russian frost. Amber meeting violet like they have so many times.

"Would I lie to you, Yao-Yao...?"

Yao stares into the other's eyes like his life depended on it. He throws himself against the Russian's chest. "C-can we go, aru? I-I don't want to stay here any longer..."

Ivan wraps his arms around the fragile Chinese man. "Of course, my sunflower... Where do you want to go...?" He whispers lovingly.

"Anywhere but here, aru..."

"Then I will make it happen..."

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Yao and Ivan walk the streets of England, Yao latched onto the Russian's arm.

Yao looks at the sights, his puffy eyes wide in curiosity. "Aiyah... It's beautiful, isn't it, aru?"

"Da. It is truly a magnificent site."

Ivan looks at the elder nation, his heart pounding.

"I wasn't able to see it properly last night..."

Ivan sighs lightly, trying his hardest to hide his anger. However, he would give anything for Yao to forget the pain.

"I guess you will today, da?"

Yao looks at Ivan, making the taller male's heart skip a beat. It didn't help his already unsteady heart when Yao flashed a huge, innocent smile. The one Ivan fell in love with so many times.

"Is this a date, aru?"

"Eh?! Ah, I-it-"

"How bold, Ivan!"

Yao giggles. "Do you have a fever, aru? Your face is completely red!" Ivan covers his face with his scarf, making Yao die of laughter. "I wouldn't mind if it really was a date, though!"

Ivan looks at Yao, face still dark red. "R-really?" Yao nods, making Ivan smile brightly.

"O-okay. Let's go!"

With that, the two ran through the streets of England, hand in hand. Unaware of the world around them. There was no need for that anymore. It was just them. Ivan Braginski and Yao Wang. Tonight, they weren't Russia and China. They were people.