A Fallen Sunflower [Russia x China Hetalia]

A French Rose And A Chinese Sunflower

The next day, Yao sat next to Ivan in the conference room, Katyusha sitting across from them.

He intertwines his fingers with Ivan's, scanning the room desperately for his French friend.

"He isn't here, aru..."

"He should be here soon. We have to keep hope." Ivan murmurs.

"What if-"

Germany takes a seat in the front of the room. His face was serious, though his eyes seemed sad.

Yao's breath hitches as he watches.

"Where is the bloody frog? He wasn't here yesterday and he isn't here today." Arthur scoffs as he sips his tea.

Yao feels Ivan's hand tighten around his as he moves closer to his shorter lover.

"That is what I'm about to tell you." Germany responds to the English man. "The body of Francis Bonnefoy was found on a highway..."

The room goes silent.

Yao screams.

Tears stream down his face. His best friend was...was dead...?

He sobs violently as Ivan wraps his arms around him.

"France is currently in a coma in a hospital." Germany continues. He takes a deep breath before picking up a piece of paper. "This is...his suicide note..."

Yao looks at Katyusha, who was wailing as tears flowed down her cheeks.

Ivan squeezes Yao softly. "I'm sorry, Yao-Yao..." He whispers, attempting to support his lover.

Yao shakes uncontrollably, hyperventilating from crying so much. "Francis...!"

"What...does the note say...?" Matthew asks, his voice shaking. By his side, Michelle cries into her brother's shoulder.

"Dearest Nations..." Ludwig begins. It was obvious he couldn't bring himself to read it.

Yao watches as the German sets the paper down on the table.

"Who did this...? Who did this, aru!?" Yao screams. "Someone in this room touched him!"

"Yao-Yao-"

"Who hurt him!?"

Yao couldn't contain his anger and grief. All he wanted was justice for his best friend.

The room was silent aside from quiet sobs.

Yao broke down.

He sobs violently, his tears landing into the conference table.

His whole world was falling apart.

First, Nataliya.

Then Arthur.

Now Francis.

His best friend.

Even his Ivan was crumbling under pressure.

Not to mention his younger brother gave up Ivan just for him.

Yao couldn't stop crying, his cries echoing off the conference room walls.

He doesn't stop when Ivan hugs him tightly, whispering hushed reassurances in his ear.

"Francis...!"

Yao wraps his arms around his lover, continuing to wail into his chest.

"It will be alright, Yao-Yao..." Ivan whispers, rubbing Yao's back. "He will be alright..."