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Yao chewed his lip; the gun lifted to the man's head across from him. click. Nothing. No bullet. Yao's eyes widened at the fact that it meant the bullet would be in one of the next two turns between him and the other. Which meant he had a one in two chance of surviving, and the same chance of losing his life right then and there.
The small male reached out a shaking hand to grip the handle of the gun presented to him. Ivan's voice, desperate, pleaded from the distance, where the big-boned Russian was confined behind the glass door that revealed to his lover everything that was going on. Yao looked to the side, his warm brown eyes adverting as soon as they saw Ivan's tear-filled violet gaze. Ivan let out a faltering cry; in a voice that Yao thought he would never hear, since he had never seen this taller man cry, not once since the day they met.
"Don't do it, Yao! Walk away now; please!" The small man closed his eyes and whispered softly,
"Oh Ivan, I'm sorry. . .But I can't lose this. If I do my boss will surely kill me himself," his voice was barely heard by the Russian- the words just slightly reaching his ears. Immediately Ivan struggled against his restraints, wailing and crying for Yao to put the gun down. Why, why did they have to do this?! Not my Yao! he thought din desperation, tears freely flowing down the once strong man's cheeks.
Ivan had finally broken.
The man across from Yao smirked evilly and sent a look to the man beside him, who had been sure to place the bullet where neither man would be able to discover. Whether it was in this cartridge or the next, they would just have to wait to find out.
Yao mentally apologized to everyone in his family, and then he turned his head back towards his trapped lover.
"I'm so sorry, Ivan. . ." He whispered softly, Ivan's eyes widening in shock.
"No, nyet, NYET, YAO DON'T," The man wailed loudly, then began shouting incoherently in Russian. But his cries did not reach the small Chinese man; his heart was thudding heavily in his chest and the blood roaring in his ears drowned out the sounds around him. The man's laughter, Ivan's pleas, all silenced. It was just him and his memories.
Already, his life seemed to flash before his eyes. From when he was a baby, to a toddler, his childhood whipping past him and sending a shudder down his spine. Then when he met Ivan- oh, his Ivan. The man who claimed him as his little sunflower; the man who had made him happy for years that he had expected himself to be at his worst.
"Wo ai ni, Ivan. . ." The man whimpered softly, then lifted the gun to his temple. Perspiration dotted his forehead. His throat grew dry. His lips dabbed themselves together- the lips that Ivan's once melted with. All colour drained from his face.
One. . . Yao mentally counted, his memories still flashing before his eyes, one millisecond at a time feeling like an eternity. His fingers trembled as they adjusted themselves around the hilt of the gun; his index finger coming to rest on the little trigger.
Two. . .Memories nonstop- one shaky breath after the next. All warmth fading from his body and the band holding his hair back falling off and releasing his halo of deep brown hair. A tear traced it's way down his cheek and dripped from his chin.
"Wo ai ni. . ." Three.
Please just pull the trigger.
"Hah. . .Hah. . .Hah. . ." Click.
"YAO" Wo ai ni.
The small male reached out a shaking hand to grip the handle of the gun presented to him. Ivan's voice, desperate, pleaded from the distance, where the big-boned Russian was confined behind the glass door that revealed to his lover everything that was going on. Yao looked to the side, his warm brown eyes adverting as soon as they saw Ivan's tear-filled violet gaze. Ivan let out a faltering cry; in a voice that Yao thought he would never hear, since he had never seen this taller man cry, not once since the day they met.
"Don't do it, Yao! Walk away now; please!" The small man closed his eyes and whispered softly,
"Oh Ivan, I'm sorry. . .But I can't lose this. If I do my boss will surely kill me himself," his voice was barely heard by the Russian- the words just slightly reaching his ears. Immediately Ivan struggled against his restraints, wailing and crying for Yao to put the gun down. Why, why did they have to do this?! Not my Yao! he thought din desperation, tears freely flowing down the once strong man's cheeks.
Ivan had finally broken.
The man across from Yao smirked evilly and sent a look to the man beside him, who had been sure to place the bullet where neither man would be able to discover. Whether it was in this cartridge or the next, they would just have to wait to find out.
Yao mentally apologized to everyone in his family, and then he turned his head back towards his trapped lover.
"I'm so sorry, Ivan. . ." He whispered softly, Ivan's eyes widening in shock.
"No, nyet, NYET, YAO DON'T," The man wailed loudly, then began shouting incoherently in Russian. But his cries did not reach the small Chinese man; his heart was thudding heavily in his chest and the blood roaring in his ears drowned out the sounds around him. The man's laughter, Ivan's pleas, all silenced. It was just him and his memories.
Already, his life seemed to flash before his eyes. From when he was a baby, to a toddler, his childhood whipping past him and sending a shudder down his spine. Then when he met Ivan- oh, his Ivan. The man who claimed him as his little sunflower; the man who had made him happy for years that he had expected himself to be at his worst.
"Wo ai ni, Ivan. . ." The man whimpered softly, then lifted the gun to his temple. Perspiration dotted his forehead. His throat grew dry. His lips dabbed themselves together- the lips that Ivan's once melted with. All colour drained from his face.
One. . . Yao mentally counted, his memories still flashing before his eyes, one millisecond at a time feeling like an eternity. His fingers trembled as they adjusted themselves around the hilt of the gun; his index finger coming to rest on the little trigger.
Two. . .Memories nonstop- one shaky breath after the next. All warmth fading from his body and the band holding his hair back falling off and releasing his halo of deep brown hair. A tear traced it's way down his cheek and dripped from his chin.
"Wo ai ni. . ." Three.
Please just pull the trigger.
"Hah. . .Hah. . .Hah. . ." Click.
"YAO" Wo ai ni.
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An Unexpected Romance Ch 4
Characters in this chapter:
Italy: Feliciano Vargas
Germany: Ludwig Beilschmidt
Prussia: Gilbert Beilschmidt
Spain: Antonio Fernandez Carriedo
Romano: Lovino Vargas
Hungary: Elizabeta Héderváry
England: Arthur Kirkland
America: Alfred F. Jones
Oh, and just so you know ahead of time, this story is still going to be PruIta. This chapter has more GerIta in it, which is why I'm telling you.
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-The Next Morning-
The sunlight beamed through the window, illuminating the room.
'Irk'. Gilbert slowly opened his eyes. 'Where am I?' He stirred
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APH RoChu: From Russia Ch. 1
CHAPTER 1: Transfer Student
Wang Yao sat in the front row of the classroom at World Academy. It was first period, and most of the students in his class were half asleep, still groggy despite breakfast. Yao, however, was awake and alert, like the model student he was. His textbook was open to the correct place, and his notebook was open to a blank page. Yao was ready with his mechanical pencil in hand.
The teacher cleared his throat, "Ahem! Good morning, class!" Yao looked up and noticed a tall student standing next to the teacher. He did not recognize this new boy. The students around Yao seemed to wake up more, and they whispered amongst t
Literature
An Unexpected Romance, Ch 1
This story will take place in a school setting, so real names are used.
Italy: Feliciano Vargas
Romano: Lovino Vargas
Prussia: Gilbert Beilschmidt
Germany: Ludwig Beilschmidt
Spain: Antonio Fernandez Carriedo
France: Francis Bonnefoy
Other characters will appear later on.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or its characters
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It was the beginning of the new school year, and freshman Feliciano Vargas walked into the school building. As he looked around, admiring his surroundings, many different students caught his eye.
"I can't wait to meet some new frien
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I was listening to Russian Roulette by Rihanna and I've been in a RoChu mood all day- especially a Russia mood. This didn't turn out so good, but whatever. BAM.
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Very very very well written, on'na. However. e_e Not a fan of RoChu, nor you turning RuRu into some weak lover.