Let's have a chat, da? [China]
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Post by China - Wang Yao on Apr 11, 2015 2:28:28 GMT -5
China had been tormented by this brute for what seemed like centuries now. No matter how hard he tried to get rid of him the harder he pulled back. It was true there were many times he needed him but China had sometimes felt he could do this better alone than with Russia’s help. The only reason he kept him around was because he was the other biggest contributor to his philosophy of Peace and Harmony. Russia knew how to live, but he wouldn’t leave him alone!
That didn’t mean that he didn’t have his moments. Under the right conditions he could have considered him sweet, but there were always those moments he found himself questioning Russia’s motives and he knew those instincts were not to be ignored. Just as he would, Russia would leap at the opportunity to take advantage of him.
He mentioned his little brother again and all hopes of leaving the bunker early were dashed. The sudden jerk was so familiar he immediately put his hands to his chest and pushed lightly. China wasn’t worried about getting hit by a drone outside, he could manage. The moment his help arrived he was leaving anyway. He hated this desert, it was driving him crazy. The mens eyes around them bothered him, especially with how close they were together. He didn’t care how close servants got, people talked and talk go out….Russia knew this, but it was obvious that he didn’t care about that.
China pushed until Ivan’s lips met his own and mumbled softly on to them. His cheeks flushed red and he eased up on the pressure being placed on him. It had been a very long time since they’d been this close together and he’d have been lying if he said he didn’t miss it at all. He did miss it, just not quite like this. Perhaps, if he had a bit more control over the situation it would have been better. “Ivan..” He whispered his name and turned his head so that their lips weren’t touching anymore. He rubbed the blush from his cheeks. “I’ll deal with my little brother.” He spoke in response, but doubt it was going to be enough to satisfy him. “I’ll go visit him as soon as I leave here.”
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Post by Russia - Ivan Braginsky on Apr 11, 2015 17:35:14 GMT -5
His lips left his once more, though he always felt a small pang in his heart when it occurred, he had become accustom to it. China could deny the feelings between them, but eventually he would learn to accept Russia as his true owner. It would not be today, however, and he knew this. He kept him in his hold, enjoying the small blush that kept appearing on China’s face. However, as he spoke, his chest started to vibrate with laughter.
He let the man slipped from his hands as he giggled to himself. He shot a look to one of his guards at the door to make certain he would not let China pass if the man attempted to make a run for it. He turned his back to China and walked back over to his chair. He took a seat, and laid his elbow on the table, tapping his fingers against it. “Deal with him you say? You have said such words before, and yet three decades have passed and we are no closer to conquering him,” his laughter became a bit louder before it silenced immediately. His eyes narrowed on the older nation. “Why should I believe anything will be different now?”
He knew China held a soft spot for his little brother. It actually arose quite a bit of jealousy in Ivan, though he batted it away as a different type of emotion. “I think you still care for him, and you are letting your feelings get in the way of what must be done,” he stated, with a click of his tongue. He let out a sigh. “I’m going to send multiple air flights over Tokyo in the upcoming weeks. I am going to bomb that city until it is nothing but dust. I hope you consider invading his island while I take this course of action,” he said, not looking at him. His eyes had drifted to the wall in thought. Of course, he did not plan on using nuclear weapons. No, those were off the table in this war, no matter how badly Ivan wished to use them. Old missiles and bomb would accomplish the task just as well. Germany had proved that in London during World War II. He would do the same until Japan broke.
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Post by China - Wang Yao on Apr 17, 2015 14:40:01 GMT -5
The thought of running had crossed his mind, as it would any man trapped but China knew it wasn’t the way to leave. He knew that the moment he would try to leave Russia would put a stop to it. No, that wouldn’t be the way to leave. He would have to satisfy him with whatever promise he wanted and leave when he could. China watched him careful as he went to take a seat again. He knew that he was being serious about what he wanted done with Kiku…But it didn’t matter.
The matter between Kiku and Yao was between them and that’s it. Russia had nothing to do with that. China was going to handle Japan on his own, he was going to bring him home and he was going to make him see the error of his ways. He wanted Russia to stay out of it completely, but he knew he wouldn’t. He had already attacked japan once. China wasn’t happy about it, but he didn’t stop it from happening. Japan knew what he signed up for when he chose the lifestyle he had. It was true, China held Kiku close to his heart. Out of all of his siblings Kiku was surely his favorite, but something had come to poison him. The thought of America popped into his mind and he tried to dowse the sudden flash of anger by answering Russia.
“You have no patience, I do not work on your time.” he reminded Russia that he didn’t control him, even though the current situation seemed that way. He may have him in a hole now, but he didn’t control his actions and China intended to keep it that way. He frowned as Russia reminded him of his feelings for Kiku once more, it was none of his business and he was going to deal with it on his own. It was good that he was planning to deal with him as soon as he left. If he was planning to drop bombs over Tokyo at least Japan would be with him. Kiku should know that these were the consequences he was going to have to deal with, but if Russia thought that he was going to occupy Japan he was going to be in for a shock.
“Shi, I will do that.” He confirmed but on his own terms and he would do it in his way. “I told you that I will deal with Japan, you are going to bomb Tokyo, I have agreed.” He looked to the left and right of him at the guards and moved back toward Russia at the table. He set his hand on the table gently and leaned over to ask him seriously.“Are you going to continue to hold me here Ivan?”
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Post by Russia - Ivan Braginsky on Apr 18, 2015 12:34:51 GMT -5
He laughed at the remark, his eyes returning to his with true humor dancing across them. Patience. China thought he lacked patience. They both should know that was not the case. After the collapse of the Soviet Union in a world ruled by America’s demands, he patiently bided his time. He slowly collected the pieces and put them back together. He allowed America to play his little games in the Middle East, while he focused inward, slowly regaining his strength and influence. Some even thought he was no longer a threat, that China held more sway in the world, that China would be the new super power to compete with America. Such silly nations, such pathetic ignorant nations. They did not know China as he did. They did not know America the way he did. He often sat through World Meetings without saying a word. His presence blended into the wall. Nations would tease one another. They would laugh and taunt. None noticed him. None considered him a threat. They thought the great Russian Bear had been destroyed. Nyet, the bear had been in hibernation, patiently waiting for the time to wake. “ I lack patience, подсолнечник?” he asked in disbelief. “ I lack patience, you say?” His laughter became slightly unstable, and then he slammed his fist onto the table. His eyes narrowed on the man before him. “ We have been in this war for thirty years. Three decades. Do you not remember? It that the problem? Your mind is clouded by brotherly love? It took your sweet innocent little brother only four years to conquer Rehe, Heb, Shandong, Zhejiang. Those precious territories of yours. Let’s not forget your precious city of Shanghai. Or your little sister Taiwan who he ripped from your home. North and South Korea lost. Four years,” he growled and stood, his entire form dark as he step closer to him. “ Do not accuse me of lacking patience. I have allowed three decades to pass out of my respect for your relationship. I promise, China, if you do not conquer him, I will, and I will be a far worse aggressor than you,” his voice low before it turned childish once more, a smile across his face, “ Feel free to leave. I trust you understand.” He flicked his wrist towards his guards. He was far too angry to stay in China’s presence. The man had the talent of riling his emotions, and if he stayed in front of him any longer, he might do something foolish. The man had agreed to his terms. It was the best he would achieve today. He turned his back to him. “ My men can put you on a flight home.” подсолнечник-sunflower |
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Post by China - Wang Yao on Apr 27, 2015 20:07:06 GMT -5
Russia was laughing again, it always creeped him out but China swallowed that down. He wasn’t going to show him that he was nervous about being here, though he was persistent to leave. The sudden slam of his fist caused China to jump back a bit but when he was settled his eyes narrowed. Such a childish thing for him to do to keep his attention. He composed himself again and dropped the death glare that Russia now held on him. It wasn’t until Russia stood that he tensed. China refused to retreat any further from him and let him come as close as he wanted. Russia wasn’t stupid enough to hurt him, or at least he hoped after all of these years he’d learned that.
His accusation made China idly look at his nails as if it didn’t matter. He knew exactly what he was doing in the war, the only problem here was that Ivan didn’t know what he was doing. He couldn’t blame him, that would drive anyone crazy, but that was the way it was going to stay. He told Russia everything he needed to know and had even cooperated with him here…..Even after being captured and drug here against his will. “I am exactly where I need to be in this war.” He reminded him.
His threat to conquer Japan caught his attention. He would not allow Ivan to take the land before himself, if anything he’d rather Veitnam hold it for him….Though he doubted she would take up that offer to hold it. She knew what position she’d be putting herself in and would likely not trust him to be able to handle it, but he was. That was what no one understood. They thought him absent, they thought him lazy. They were all ignorant fools.
He needed to leave, but now he didn’t want to go home. After this information he needed to go see his friend.
But before China could protest his hold again Russia offered him to walk out and even with an escort. He crossed his arms, annoyed with Russia’s back that was now turned to him. He wasn’t going to be the one that dictated when he came or left. He felt like Russia thought he was running this war….Such an ignorant child. China sighed at that thought, another part of him tugging him. He didn’t want Russia to be mad at him, Russia was his ally in this. “There won’t be a need, I will leave alone and when I want to.” He followed after Russia and met his side quickly enough. A twisted smile met his lips for a mere moment. He could see through the poor mask Ivan tried to hold.
He was very angry with him.
China caught a hold of his scarf and stopped. ‘If your opponent is of choleric temperament, seek to irritate him.’ – Of course…Russia was his friend…But he kept his at a comfortable distance, when he wasn’t suffocating him in a hug. The thought caused a flush to come across his cheeks but instead of Rubbing it off he sought to focus his attention on Russia. “ Suǒyǒu de zhànzhēng shì yǐ qīpiàn. Yīncǐ, dāng wǒmen yǒu nénglì gōngjí, wǒmen bìxū xiǎndé yǒuxiē lìbùcóngxīn; yòng wǒmen de lìliàng de shíhòu, wǒmen bìxū chūxiàn fēi huódòng zhuàngtài; dāng wǒmen jiējìn, wǒmen bìxū shǐ dírén xiāngxìn lí wǒmen hěn yuǎn; dāng yuǎn, wǒmen bìxū ràng tā xiāngxìn wǒmen yǐjīng jiējìn.”All warfare is based on deception. Hence, when we are able to attack, we must seem unable; when using our forces, we must appear inactive; when we are near, we must make the enemy believe we are far away; when far away, we must make him believe we are near. He counseled in his own language and gripped the scarf tightly.
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Post by Russia - Ivan Braginsky on Apr 29, 2015 12:48:09 GMT -5
Trust should be assumed among allies, and yet it never existed between the two of them. Ivan knew better than to place his faith in Yao. He respected the man for his experience and wisdom, his strength. He learned from him, the basic knowledge of war and how to protect oneself, how to grow stronger. Yet there had never been trust. No matter how close their friendship grew a wedge would always be between them. The constant question always loomed in the back of their minds. When will you betray me?
He hoped one day Yao would see that Ivan only had his best interest at heart. He hoped he might see that the student surpasses the teacher. Ivan knew best. Russia knew best. He wanted to take him into his arms and hold him close for eternity. China would not need to worry. Russia would handle all.
As expected though, the man was stubborn and arrogant.
Watching him blissfully look at his nails only drove Ivan’s irritation further. He might be the younger nation in the room, but at least Ivan had the decency to take this war seriously. If Ivan had to drag the man in the direction he saw best, he would do so. He would yank him by the collar and force him. Not today…
No, not today. Today, he needed to recollect his composure. Japan was a thorn in his side that needed to be dealt with eventually before an infection set in, but it did not need immediate action. He would give China time come to the correct conclusion. He crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at the wall before him. He waited to hear his steps leaving the compound, but they never came. He almost rolled his eyes at his response. If Yao wished to wander around the dessert in search of the closet airport, he was free to do so. He could have his entertainment with dehydration.
His jaw locked as he felt a tug on his scarf. His head whipped back and shot the shorter man a narrowed look. His ears went deaf to his Chinese language, only catching a few unimportant words. He did not need to know them to hear the condescending tone in his voice. Did China truly believe he had anymore to teach Russia? China might be strong, but Russia was far stronger.
He turned his body to face him, grabbing his hand that held his scarf and slowly begun to forcefully remove his fingers from the precious fabric. “You would be intelligent to stop treating me as the small child you once met in the snow,” he spoke, his tone low. He ripped his scarf away and flipped it back over his shoulder. He gave him a force smile, “Is there a reason you are still here?”
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Post by China - Wang Yao on May 16, 2015 22:35:23 GMT -5
Russia had changed so much. When he was little China had taken a shine to the violet eyed boy. He was so sweet and so kind, so easily manipulated….But then he grew up. Suddenly, China had found himself having more problems with Russia than ever before. He came around more and more and pushed closer and closer. He felt like he was always in his space, suffocating him. He was even stalking him! The thought was uncomfortable. Ivan could be such a creep at times, but he wasn’t afraid of him….just unnerved and annoyed with some of his manners.
China had taken this war incredibly seriously, so much so that Ivan didn’t even know what he was doing. It was important to keep your friend and your enemies in the dark during times of war and that was exactly what he was doing. Besides, even if he wanted to tell Russia everything he couldn’t. It wasn’t any of his business. This was between China and someone else.
Still, Russia was not going to throw him out whenever he please, that was rude. China had complied, however much of a kidnapping he knew this was. China winced as Russia’s hand suddenly came and ripped his hand off his scarf. Ivan was terribly angry at him. The twisted smile had dropped and as replaced with the same forced smile that Russia held to keep his temper in check. He liked the way he was when he found him in the snow..
“There was.” He confessed in past tense that his previous reason for feeling he needed to go back to Ivan’s side was gone. He searched the violet in his eyes to see if there was any lingering thing in them that wanted him to stay for better reasons. He sighed and stepped away from him giving him a quarter bow as he left. “I’ll show myself out.” He turned and went passed the guards to head out of the bunker.
The guards let him through and he turned away from the direction of the airstrip. He headed back toward the direction of the nearby controlled town on foot. He had somewhere to be over here anyway.
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Post by Russia - Ivan Braginsky on May 17, 2015 12:11:25 GMT -5
Ivan could recognize that Yao was one his most important allies and friendships, but he was also his most threatening. He knew if his eyes were to close for a mere moment, the man might stab him in the back. He’d shown weakness in front of Yao before, and while he enjoyed the kind sweet words spoken to him, it became evidently clear that the older man’s solution did not benefit Ivan’s interest. Yes, it would be nice for Yao to care for him, for him to take the weight of responsibility off his shoulders and allow the older man to solve all his problems like a father to a young child. He played with the idea on occasion, thinking of the delicious food, the gentle touches, and the sun in his home. It would be nice, and yet he could see it all crumbling around him. Yao was strong, but not strong enough for what needed to be done. The older man was far too content in his ways to make the drastic changes needed. He underestimated his enemies, and if Ivan were not here, he likely would have crumpled. If only he would stop looking at Ivan as a child and rather his protector. It would make the war far easier and their actions in tune to the same frequency. His violet eyes met his brown ones. He caught the agitated and disappointed look in the shorter man. His words pulled beyond his anger. A part of him wish to touch his pretty sunflower and wrap his arms around him, the other wanted to rip it out and crush it. He remembered the strong man from his youth, the one that even put fear into the Mongolian Empire. He seemed so untouchable then, so out of reach. He spoke with wisdom and knowledge, and Ivan had wanted to consume it. He saw parts of that old nation in front of him, the one that could crush him if he so felt it. His eyes. It was always in his eyes. That constant defiance. If only he could pluck them from his head, and squeeze them in his grip. His hand turned into a fist at his side and nodded to the man’s bow. “ Have a nice flight,” he answered sweetly, as he watched the man leave, stubborn as always. He waited a moment before shooting his guards glares, “ Follow him.” He waved his hand to tell them to leave and the guard’s quickly did just that. No, there was no trust between Russia and China. Ivan started to pace in the small bunker before sighing and sitting down in one of the chairs. Why must Yao make it so difficult? He loved the man. He wanted what was best for him, for them. He buried his face into his hands. It reminded him far too closely to their split. The constant bickering that led up to the faithful day when Yao said it was over. Ivan had been so angry at the time, but when he finally made it home, he realized how sad and truly heartbreaking it had been. It had taken so many years for him to win his precious sunflower back. He did not wish the same to happen again. He slowly pulled out his phone, staring at the home page image which happened to be a picture of the two of them, Ivan holding Yao close with a huge grin and Yao struggling in the grip, but still smiling too. He flipped through his contacts, stopping on his. He quickly typed into his phone. I’m sorry. Forgive me?  He pressed send. |
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