A note: This'll be my first completed fanficton... Hope you like it...
The middle of an ice desert.
"We can't let them win! Protect them!"
Yao had gone to war with Lukas and the other Nordics. Emil and Wang Jia Long ran away together. Yao was helping and facing the consequences.
"Sir, we can't win... Look at you... You're badly injured..."
He was right. As much as Yao hated to admit it. The wound in his side hurt badly. He was struggling.
"I don't care! It not about me!"
He noticed Emil go up to him.
"Please don't do this... They'll kill you... Get reinforcements... Anything..."
The Chinese man looked at him.
"I'm sorry aru... I can't..."
Emil looked at him.
"You're falling apart... It's killing Hong Kong to see you like this."
"If I die aru, it's for a good cause..."
He smiled weakly. A military official came running in.
"Sir! The enemy is advancing... They're heading our way!"
This wasn't what the Chinese man needed.
"Get them to the safe house aru!" He was barking orders to get them out. They eventually did. Yao went out to meet the Nordics.
"All we want is Little Brother."
Lukas was clutching his spellbook. Ready to throw a curse in his direction.
"He's happy for once aru! Can't you see that?!"
"No, because you kidnapped him."
"They came to me to help them!"
"Are we gonna fight or can I have a drink?!"
"Shut up..."
Lukas was choking Matthias by pulling his tie. Lukas dragged him there kicking and screaming, bits of Lego falling out his hair as he went. Now that he was here and knew why he was there, was starting to enjoy this. Yao figured that this would be an appropriate time to launch an attack. He lunged at Lukas.
"Go Sweden! Attack!"
China felt something hard hit the back of his head. He kicked it. Screeching could be heard. Matthias was going full Scandinavian mode.
Time skip: After the battle.
Yao lay in the snow. The icey white substance turning rose. Staining with his crimson blood. Lukas put a curse on him. He was now a she. The Nordics were long gone. Looking for Emil. He told his men to get them to safety. He hoped they didn't get found out. He hoped they didn't disobey him. He couldn't think like that. He closed his eyes and thought about other things. Home. What would everyone be doing? Im Yong would probably be fighting with Mei. Kiku would be doing what he normally does. "Sense the mood and refrain from speaking." In terms of the allies, Francis and Arthur would be fighting. Alfred would be giving he unrealistic ideas and Ivan would be sitting back with a bottle of vodka enjoying the Chaos. Soon, his thoughts became fainter and he swore he heard a faint Russian accent.
"You're sure you left him here?"
Then everything faded away for the Chinese man.
My first chapter... What do you think? More RoChu later on! I don't own the pictures I use... Or characters... I know it's a short chapter... I hope that they get longer... Also, do you like these little side notes???
