A Fallen Sunflower [Russia x China Hetalia]

Kindling Flames

The room is lit only by the fire which so gracefully reflects itself off of the Chinese man whom was cuddled up against the Russian.

The flames crack softly as Yao's eyes reflect the flame; such a mesmerizing sight to Ivan.

Under mountains of blankets, Yao still curls himself into Ivan's arms for warmth.

Such ecstasy in unspoken words. So much euphoria crowding one's mind enough to drive him mad. A man's wish dipped into pure bliss; the essence of beauty and being in front of his eyes.

How petals of light can contrast waters of China so magnificently. How a sunflower can mean light in the harshest of Russian winters.

When soft skin touches, time stops; all that is there is the two people- lost in the other's eyes.

Time stops

Yao gazes into Ivan's eyes with endearment in his own. His fingertips caress the Russian's cheek softly as he smiles delicately.

Ivan places one of his hands on Yao's waist, his other arm around his lover. Intimacy clouds his mind, longing for the taste of Yao's lips on his own.

He brings his face closer to Yao's, his eyes partially open.

How he craves Yao. His voice, his touch, his words. All defy the stigma of a nation.

Gentle and sweet; understanding and affectionate.

"Ya lyublyu tebya, moya podsulnukh..." He whispers words of affection against Yao's lips.

"Wo ai ni, aru..."

Both voices lingered within the room, each filled with passion and infatuation.

A love filled with such desire and still remains innocent.

Lips press together softly in a simultaneously motion, each move growing more passionate that the last.

Yao's fingers tangle in Ivan's hair as the Russian caresses his sides slowly.

Yao's lips part, allowing his partner entrance.

Ivan carefully slides his tongue inside Yao's mouth. He grows softer in fears of hurting his lover.

Holding fears aside, Yao returns the kiss to gentle and virtuous.

"Vanya..." He whispers softly, panting lightly as the flames of the fire saturate the blush on his face.

"Podsulnukh..."

Ivan presses his forehead to Yao's. "You are my one and only. Forever until I dissolve...I promise, Yao-Yao, I will marry you..."

The Asian's eyes grow wide. "What...? But how? Surely our bosses would never approve of our nations joining again, aru."

"Nyet," Ivan murmurs, running his thumb over Yao's bottom lip. "It is not our countries. We are to marry as people. Not Russia and China, Ivan and Yao."

"As people, aru..." Yao silently repeats to himself. "Is this a proposal, aru?"

Ivan chuckles lightly. "Not officially. I want it to be romantic and special."

Yao smiles as he kisses Ivan again. Only quick, but still enough to make Ivan's face go entirely red.

"Aiyah, only one date and you already want to propose to me, aru." Yao teases as he nudges his lover.

"Heheh, sorry, podsulnukh."

"Don't apologize, aru."

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