A Fallen Sunflower [Russia x China Hetalia]

Kiss Of A Wilted Rose

After pouring his heart out to Kiku, Yao sits at a desk in his hotel room, pen in hand.

"What are you doing, Aniki?"

"Writing, aru..."

What to say...he hadn't thought of that. He was afraid of letting his guard down- of being hurt again.

Someone once told him that you can't hold on your feelings forever.

He begins to write.

My dearest, Ivan,

I have my doubts if you will even receive this letter. Perhaps my age is showing by communication methods. Regardless if you read this or not, I cannot hold in what I feel any longer.

Wo ai ni.

I've said it many times, perhaps it is only empty words to you. I cannot force you to believe it, though I can say that I meant it every time I said.

I wish for your happiness, that's true. Your smile brings light in an empty void. It brings an indescribable feeling into the newborn heart of an empty husk.

I have no way to describe the way you have made me feel throughout the centuries. The way I felt when I finally pressed my lips to yours, it was wondrous. I never wanted it to end.

It seems all lovely things must come to an end.

That is why we repeat our choices, yes? To remember that feeling. Sometimes I think back to that horrible night, the one I will always regret- and imagine if that was you. Maybe it wouldn't be so horrible. If it was you, I would have had no problem with it.

Ah, it must be uncomfortable reading this. A rape victim telling you that if you were their aggressor they would have enjoyed it.

It is true though. I have always longed for your touch. Always. I have always wanted you. Do you feel the same?

I would be surprised if you did. How could a wonderful, kind, astonishing man such as yourself have feelings for a weak, troublesome whore?

That wasn't the point of this letter though. I wanted nothing more than to tell you how I felt. How much I love you. It's the truth.

With love, your sunflower,
Wang Yao

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"Mister Braginski, a letter from China." His maid holds out an envelope.

"From China? To whom is it addressed from?"

"Wang Yao."

A letter from Yao? Perhaps this was the letter Yao was talking about.

Ivan takes the letter, inspecting the red seal for a moment. "Thank you. You are dismissed."

"Sir, I would like to address you to something."

Ivan sighs, holding the bridge of his nose. He wanted her to leave so he could read this letter. "Do it now and make it quick."

"There had recently been a delivery, another letter from China. I was going to have it be sent to you but Madame Arlovskaya took it."

Of course. "Please discuss with her that she has no right to handle my letters. Make sure you tell her it was I who sent you."

What was to happen if that letter was vital information? Well that would have been lost, whatever she had done with it.

Ivan opens the envelope, reading the letter carefully. Every now and then a soft smile would form on his face.

" It seems all lovely things must come to an end, Yao? I don't see why that must be the case." He mumbles.