The Red String {Russia x China}

World Academy

World Academy was no joke. One student from every able country was chosen to attend the academy; one who excelled in academics, their culture, and were the best to represent their nation.

In other words, the best of the best; the future of the world.

Wang Yao was the chosen student from The People's Republic of China - not like many people doubted it.

He had an IQ of 147 and was always top of his class. Being this prestigious academy was no different. It actually made Yao strive to be better than everyone else at this school. As the one student representing his county, if he was the best student above the other world representatives, it would give his nation a good reputation in almost all categories.

Being an Asian student didn't give him too many other students compete against in his class, right?

He was sorely mistaken.

Due to politics and the backlash of segregation among students from different continents, two weeks into the school year, the staff had decided to completely integrate and mix the students in classes. They claimed it was a way to erase stigma, stereotypes, and/or intolerance for other countries.

Because of this, Yao was stuck with almost all European classmates, and was impressive for one of the only Asians in his class. He had to admit, he felt somewhat out of place in an almost completely white class.

Either way, Yao, while he acted humble and modest, knew he deserved this place in this school deep inside. He surpassed every other student in his country in all subjects. Of course he prided himself for that.

Even though he originally came to this school with no desire to talk to his peers, within these two weeks, Yao had managed to make a few friends. Ironically, from the nations known in the second world war as the allies.

They were a weird and diverse bunch. Clearly different in culture, speech, and overall personality.

From France was Francis Bonnefoy, a passionate young man with blue eyes and blonde hair. He was a flirt and didn't mind showing it. However, Yao had found that he held respect for those who wished to be left alone. Out of everyone in the group, Yao felt he was closest with Francis for reasons unknown.

From England, Arthur Kirkland was chosen. Yao had initially thought he was stuck up until Francis had asked him to sit with them. Yao immediately got along bonding over teasing their American friend.
While he still got annoyed with Arthur, Yao found him to be a good friend.

Lastly, from the United States of America, Yao had met Alfred F. Jones. Like the Francis, he had blonde hair and blue eyes. He was eccentric, much more than Yao would have liked, but he always found a way to lighten the mood.

You can imagine their joy upon learning they were all in the same class.

Yao sat in the front of the classroom whereas Francis sat in the back, meeting the East German- and self-proclaimed Prussian- Gilbert Beilschmit and Antonio Fernandez Carriedo from Spain.

Arthur sat towards the center of the room while Alfred sat in the second row, a few desks across from Yao.

Despite being with his friends and even some of his siblings in this class, Yao felt as if there was something missing...

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Ivan Braginsky was a young man from the Russian Federation. He was tall with a large build and bore a snowy white skin tone which accented his soft lilac colored eyes. Like his Ukrainian and Belarusian sisters, he wore platinum blonde hair.

Everybody could tell where Ivan was because of his height and signature scarf. The scarf was important to him, being made by his elder Ukrainian sister. He never went anywhere without it.

However, when spotting the friendly boy, others would run for the hills. He didn't know why. As much as he wished for friends, he remained lonely. He had never grown used to it: not being loved. Even with his sisters, he would sometimes scare them too.

His parents weren't all that loving either. His father was never close with him. He always was focused on all of Ivan's flaws and always shamed his son for not being more like him: firm and emotionless.

Ivan couldn't help it. He wasn't emotionless. He was a ticking time bomb of emotions that would explode at any random time. If the Braginsky son ever so much as looked upset, the father wouldn't hesitate to slap him into a straight face.

What was worse was that his father was commonly in Ukraine for work and was rarely home in Russia with him and his younger sister. His father also would bring his elder sister, Yaketarina, with him so she was rarely around as well.

Ivan's mother wasn't as bad, though she clearly favored his younger sister, Nataliya. She showed kindness to her son, but it was clear she was never really genuine. It was if he was just another mouth to feed. She would have given him up had it not been for the fact that she could send him to work day and night in the snow for rubles.

Both of his parents were extremely religious and commonly lectured the three children about sins and virtues. One of the common lectures they would receive was of homosexuality. The two Braginsky parents always expressed their hatred for gays and other people in the LGBT community. Every lecture had made Ivan more and more horrified of ever telling his parents his secret...

Ivan was gay.

If Ivan had ever came out to his parents or if they would ever find out, he would be thrown out of the house. His parents would cut off all contact with him and forget he ever existed.

Because of this, Ivan had been close to giving up on life completely a number of times. The only thing stopping him was the fear of dying without ever being loved or valued.

That's why he tried his hardest to excel in everything possible. Eventually, that's how he, along with his sisters, was recognized by the famous World Academy in the UK.

With the scene set and the students present, the story of destined love unfolds.