A Fallen Sunflower [Russia x China Hetalia]

Soft And Fragile Petals

Ivan returns home after his night with Yao.

He lays down on his bed, wishing that Yao was beside him. It was true- he was disappointed he couldn't touch Yao, but if it was for the Asian's own good, he would comply.

He didn't need sex. In fact, Ivan was a virgin.

"Hah, stupid virgin..." He chuckles.

He even laughed at himself for being a virgin. The largest, most powerful nation in the world...

Was a fucking virgin.

Yes, he could do without sexual intercourse, but it would be nice if he got to touch Yao.

Gently caress Yao's soft skin- seeing him squeal in pleasure below him. Ivan loved the idea of that.

He would be gentle with Yao if that's what the Chinese man pleased. All Ivan wanted was for Yao to enjoy it. He didn't want to hurt his sunflower.

Ivan sighs, placing a hand on his forehead. "My precious Yao-Yao..."

Why was it so hard for Ivan to stop thinking about him? Sure, he knew he was in love, but he saw his sister. He saw what love does to people.

It makes them obsessed and insane...

Ivan didn't want that. He didn't want to go crazy. He didn't...

Want to hurt Yao.

He didn't want to be a monster! He didn't want to be the psychopath everyone said he was. What they all told Yao he was.

He didn't want that.

No.

He didn't want it...

He knew.

He knew deep down that he was insane.

A monster.

A cold, heartless monster.

One that would never feel love.

One that never deserved love.

One that didn't deserve the angel named Wang Yao.

So trapped in his thoughts, Ivan didn't hear Toris come in.

"M-Mister Russia, why are you crying?"

Ivan sits up quickly, wiping away his tears. "I wasn't crying, Lithuania. You're losing your eyesight, da?"

He sees the Lithuanian flinch slightly, only making him feel worse about himself.

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"Are you sure you are okay, Mister Russia? I heard crying in this room..."

Ivan shakes his head, putting on a fake smile. "Nyet. You must be hearing things."

Toris nods, obviously not buying it. "If you say so. Good night, Mister Russia..."

Ivan watches the door close.

Mister Russia...

People only called him that when they were afraid of him.

Everyone called him that.

Well, Alfred called him 'commie' all the time. The rest of the allies and axis just called him Ivan.