Hetalia: Yao loves me, right?

It seems that Yao always found himself in these situations, stuck with no way out.  Only this time he established that he enjoyed being stuck here under Ivan’s heavy arm, listing to his steady breath as it hit Yao on the side of his neck.  The warmth of Ivan’s body kept Yao warm as he lay there in bed with his arm wrapped around Ivan’s back, making time seemed to creep on as they laid there not speaking, but only showing a small smile.  

This was peace to Yao, and he hadn’t felt this in hundreds of years.  Being with Ivan made his feel safe and loved, and when they were apart, Yao wanted to cry.  He had listened to the things people had said about Ivan, how he was a murder, a power freak, and a traitor.  But to Yao, none of these were true.  Ivan was the man he had fallen in love with; the person who wanted him more then anything.  Alfred had been fuming when he found out Yao was in love with Ivan, telling him that he was crazy and stupid for trusting a man like him.  Still, to Yao, Ivan was a genital miss understood man.

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Ivan shifted, pulling Yao into a tighter grasp and pushing his face into Yao’s shoulder.  Yao almost screamed at Ivan, not knowing what he was doing to him, but his thoughts and voice were cut off as he felt something wet and warm on his shoulder blade.  Looking down he saw Ivan’s eyes filled with tears as he held Yao to himself.

Panicking, Yao screeched out, “Ahhh! What’s wrong, aru?”

Ivan kept his eyes on Yao’s chest, not wanting to look Yao in the eyes.  “Yao, loves me, right?” Ivan spoke as he pulled Yao closer to himself.

Yao placed his free hand on Ivan’s head, holding it close to himself and resting his head on Ivan’s as he spoke.  “Of course, aru,” Yao softly rubbed Ivan and planted a firm kiss on the crown of Ivan’s head.

Yao felt a nod from Ivan, lifting his head with a smile where the frown had been.  “I’m happy with that,” Ivan kissed Yao harder then he knew, knocking Yao on his back as Ivan took over him again.