A Fallen Sunflower [Russia x China Hetalia]

Golden Embers

Ivan 🌻❤️

Ivan: Are you doing better, moya podsulnukh?

Yao: Shi. I'm still pissed at that prick, though...

Ivan: I understand that. We just need to believe that Francis will recover.

Yao: I suppose so. Though a part of me is scared.

Ivan: I know. Don't worry, Yao-Yao.

Ivan: May I ask you something, my dearest?

Yao: Yes, Vanya?

Ivan: I love you so much. Please don't try to hurt yourself again.

Yao: Ivan...

Yao: I have been trying.

Ivan: I'm not saying that you haven't, I just want you to know that no matter what happens I'm here. Ya lyublyu tebya, Yao.

Yao: Wo ai ni...

Yao sets his phone on the side table after setting it on silent. He lets out a sigh and flips onto his side.

"...wo ai ni..."

He was so used to hearing those words, yet they were so empty. Who was he to know that the Russian was also feeding him empty promises? Thoughts flood Yao's mind mercilessly.

"...wo...ai ni, aru..."

Why would Ivan make such a promise to him if he didn't love him back? After the Sino-Soviet split, Yao had never had any desire to become one with the northern country again.

However, if they were to reunite and become one again, Ivan assured him it would be as people.

Marriage.

How the thought of that made Yao's heart flutter in excitement and longing.

He just wished to be in Ivan's arms endlessly. He desired the warmth of the cold nation's heart and soul.

"Wo ai ni, aru..."

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Light shines through the white curtains onto his pale face; his eyes opening to only a sliver. He sits up and rubs the sleep from his violet eyes with one hand. With the other, he runs his fingers through his platinum silver hair. A white shirt drapes loosely on his broad shoulders, clinging onto his toned pale skin.

The large bed with white sheets felt empty without a certain person, though the man had never laid by his side directly.

He leans his head against the white wall whilst shutting his eyes. Though his body was shut down, his mind remained restless in not only concern, but infatuation and fantasies about his lover.

The latter had opened himself up to him more, though he didn't want to try anything in fears of making Yao uncomfortable.

Yet the vibrant colors and feelings of intimacy clouded his mind- making his body weak.

The thought of running his fingers along Yao's chest, hearing his small cries. It aided Ivan's desire and longing.

However, he knew better. He must contain himself for his and Yao's own good. For now at the very least. He would wait as long as he needed to if it meant Yao would be comfortable.

A soft groan escapes his lips. He needed to get up and begin work, as much as he disliked it. He would rather just stay in bed and fantasize about him and Yao. What would their wedding be like? Would be be a good husband? What would it be like having a little one running around?

He would admit, that was a big step considering the current circumstances. However, he always loved the thought of having children. He would spoil his children to no end, being the best father he could be. Even if it wasn't with Yao, he wouldn't pass up a chance to be a father to a child.

Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, Ivan checks his phone for any new messages that may be important. To his unexisting surprise, Alfred did nothing more then spam the Allies chat with memes, only to be scolded by Arthur.

There were no texts from Yao or Kiku, nor the hospital where Francis was being kept.

He sighs before getting dressed in a normal suit, throwing his scarf on and heading to his study.

He was quite surprised to see no maids or butlers in the hallway as they usually were at this time. Nor did he see the Baltics or his sisters.

"That's rather peculiar..." He mumbles to himself, yet he continues to walk into his office, going straight to work.

He puts on his black reading glasses and opens his laptop, already starting on piles of paperwork.

He didn't want to do this at all.

Fuck.

"No dough, forget the hoe." He mumbles. If he didn't bring in the money, he could kiss goodbye to being a stable husband. Of course, the government had him covered for the most part, but he still needed income.

"Good morning, Mr. Braginski." A feminine voice calls as the door opens.

Ivan doesn't look up from his work. "Dobroye utro, Viktoriya. Is something important?"

"Nyet. I had just come to give you your tea." She smiles, placing a warm cup of herbal tea on his desk.

He finally looks up. "Blagodaryu vas." He responds. "Could you have someone go downtown to check on Wang Yao, please? Just to make sure he is okay."

"Da. I will send Josef."

"Thank you, Viktoriya."

As his maid leaves, he sighs. A day of work was not what he intended to do today, yet he couldn't just put it off as much as he wanted to.

This world fucking sucked.

He hits his head on the table, not minding the pain as much as he should. If anything, it actually eased his migraine.

Well, if he was alone in this house for the most part, what's putting a bit of work off for a few hours? He had hardly had the time to relax himself, perhaps he could finally wind down.

Ivan goes to his music room, a room which filled him with calmness every time he entered.

He takes a seat at the piano, stroking the delicate white keys gently with his finger tips.

His eyes flutter closed as he quietly plays a song of a peddler and a young girl. The name: Korobeiniki.

How he loved the song. Hearing it made him less tense that he was.

This time was different.

Instead of thinking of the story, his mind was focused on one thing, or person.

"Wang Yao..."