Russia x China

Another summit… Nothing out of the ordinary… England and France are having another argument, Italy is drawing, Russia smiling his creepy smile that makes almost every country want to run to somewhere safe. Germany, Japan and China are listening (or pretending to listen) to America's heroic gibberish . In fact, China was pretending. He was daydreaming. He'd lost track of how often he was daydreaming about the guy whose weird smile drove him crazy...About the guy who smelled faintly of flowers and alcohol... About Russia… China could never understand why the other countries feared him. Even if he was frightening sometimes, was that a reason to avoid him? Ivan was a kind person, China knew it. Even if the Russian was scared of his sister, he did love her. Maybe for this kindness, though only towards his sisters Yao was in love with Russia. Yao loved the cute, but scary smile, loved the kind, but sometimes cruel look in his eyes, he even loved the weird smell of vodka and sunflowers. He just loved him the way he was..
- OK, the meeting's over, goodbye every one! - China's daydreaming was interrupted by America's cheerful voice. Yao looked around. Alfred was putting his papers into a folder, Italy who had his arms wrapped around Germany's neck was whining because he wanted pasta. Japan had already left. England and France were leaving, still having their argument.
- China - Yao heard a familiar voice call him.
He turned around to see Russia.
- You're not busy right now, are you? - Braginski asked, with his usual smile.
- No, not really. What's wrong, aru? - China bit his lip, hiding his embarrassment.
- I just wanted to—
- I'll kill you, you bloody frog! - Ivan was interrupted by Arthur's yell.
-Oh, mon cher, that was a bit too rude ,- replied France.
-They still haven't left, aru? - China asked, looking at Ludwig, who was trying to get Arthur away from Francis.
-  Weird, I'm sure I saw them left -  said Ivan -" Looks like we won't be able to talk here. I know a nice café by the river, we could go there.
China nodded slightly, accepting the offer. For him, spending time with the one he loved, even at work, was perfect...
After an hour, when all the papers had been signed, the countries parted. China, who by some miracle wasn't drunk went to the nearby river. Above it was a beautiful sunset, but Yao was looking at only one color -  violet. «like Ivan's eyes» he thought
- красивый закат, правда? [1]
- Yeah... I thought you'd already left, aru - China sounded surprised.
-  Not yet. Natasha's not asleep yet, and that's too scary - Russia smiled widely.
- And what, you're not going to go home at all?
- I'll return after midnight, when Natasha will be asleep. If I'm lucky, I'll lock the door before she wakes up - told Russia, smiling kindly.
- Oh, I see, aru - China was still looking at the sky, listening to Ivan's voice, and wanting this moment to last forever. He was fascinated...by the violet sky, by Russia's voice, by the smile, that he did not see, but could feel..
-  China? You're acting weird lately. Is something wrong? You can tell me.. -  Yao heard worry in Ivan's soft voice. China turned around and looked at him, slightly frightened
«what if he likes me too? Wold he worry like this about.. Japan, for instance?Or is he just pretending?» China shivered at this thought, and turned away.
-  Are you going to tell me? - Ivan's soft voice made Yao shiver once more - What's wrong?
- N-nothing.. a-aru..
- I see that something's not right - the Russian laughed softly - tell me. I'll understand.
- If I do, I'll ...act like a girl..
- What's so bad about that?
- N-nothing..I guess.. Vanya.., -  the Russian lookiped suprised, Yao had never called him that ― Ваня … Я люблю тебя [ 2 ] ― said Yao, and, noticing the shock in Ivan's eyes, ran off.
China didn't know where he was running, or how long he had been running..He was running away from what he said, even though he new that he could not take his words back. He stopped only when he fell from exhaustion. He was sitting on the street, knees pulled to his chest, crying. He didn't remember when the rain had started,  but he didn't care, he didn't care that he would get wet, he didn't care that his brother was waiting for him. He just sat there,  letting the rain wash away his tears.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps and heavy breathing behind him. Then he felt warm arms wrap around him in a hug.
― Never, you hear that, never run away from me, хорошо? [3] - a kind voice whispered in his ear. Yao sniffled as new tears began streaming down his face.
- Don't cry. Don't ever cry, ok? - whispered Russia into China's lips - i love you.
Yao's eyes opened wide, as he tried to understand what had the Russian said, but a kiss interrupted his thoughts. A soft, yet passionate kiss.

Let's not say where were China and Russia during the night,  let's just say that neither of them came home

Another summit.. Nothing out of the ordinary... England and France are having another argument, Italy is drawing, Russia smiling his creepy smile that makes almost every country want to run to somewhere safe. Germany, Japan and China are listening (or pretending to listen) to America's heroic gibberish . In fact, China was pretending. He was daydreaming...About the guy who smelled faintly of flowers and alcohol... About Russia..
And he knew that Russia was thinking about him too..