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Red Moon	By : silverXblade Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1689 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I loved you�
�Ivan, will you come to my home and celebrate with me, aru?�
Those eyes peeked up at him from underneath ribbons of that lustrous black hair that cascaded down to frame his face and lie on his shoulders. Those long pale fingers ghosted over the myriad of colourful marbles before him, the glass pieces knocking against one another making gentle cracking sounds.
�Ivan?�
Many considered China to be a great beauty, and how could they not? He was elegant, lithe and well-spoken (apart from that endearing and sometimes quite annoying speech pattern), and it came as no surprise when people expressed their shock upon finding out he was actually a man. Russia, too, had thought China was a female when he first laid eyes upon him.
To find out he was a man added to the attraction.
However, Russia saw things in China that not many others did. In those eyes, behind the gentle glance, was an evil that gnawed away at the larger nation. An evil that just waited, lurked, in the darkest recesses of China�s soul, ready to betray Russia, ready to break him and leave him out for dead where no one would be able to hear him scream or save him�
�What are we celebrating, Yao?�
�The Mid-Autumn Festival. It is my favourite celebration and I want to share it with you, aru.�

Russia smiled, his purple eyes betraying absolutely none of the panic that was eating away at his insides. To say no would be showing China weakness, vulnerability.
�Then I will say yes. I shall bring vodka and we shall drink to you and your festival.�
China gave him another graceful smile before continuing to play with his marbles. Russia wanted to kick the damn marbles away and have the other looking into his eyes, showing him the gratitude he deserved. Russia was a busy, busy nation and to take time out of his schedule for an insignificant festival was a rare thing for him to do. Instead of this, Russia bent over and picked up that panda China loved so much and set it on the delicate nation�s lap before saying his goodbyes and heading back over the border into more familiar, comfortable territory.

Lithuania knew something was off when Russia came to him and asked him about the Mid-Autumn Festival in China. He was strangely not his pseudo-cheery self, yet stranger still he was not demanding or brutally fearsome either.
�The Mid-Autumn Festival is also known as the Moon Festival and is celebrated all over China on the fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month. People all over China enjoy the beauty and the light the full moon casts bestowed upon them by the Goddess of the Moon. If you went to China right now, there�d be moon cakes amongst other supplies for the festival. Also, there are ceremonies associated with��
�Moon cakes, did you say?� Russia asked with undoubted curiosity, an expression that said something like �bingo� on his face. Lithuania swallowed and nodded.
�Yes.� He wanted to ask why, but he knew that if he did that, there�d be trouble. �They�re made especially for this festival.�
�Liet��
Russia�s expression changed, making Lithuania shudder. That expression�he�d never seen it directed at him before. Just what was going on?

�Will you do something very important for me?�
�Yes?� The smaller nation cautiously took a small step back.
Russia simply smiled.
How evil.

It was truly an amazing sight.
Inside of China�s prestigious home, in a room that was built solely for that time of the year, there was a large wooden bath tub with golden railing around the edges on which towels were draped; coloured material cascaded from the ceiling and one whole wall was basically one large window from ceiling to floor.
The full moon coated the entire room with magical silver. Russia had never experienced such a thing before. His heart ached with jealousy. Nothing in Russia was as beautiful, nothing brought as much spirituality.
�You did this yourself, yes?�

�With my own two hands, aru,� China replied with elegant pride. �The bath is already full, and the water�s very warm so get undressed and get in, aru.�
Russia watched, hypnotised, as China shrugged his silky red and gold robe off his shoulders, letting the garment slip to the floor. The way that his pale skin seemed to glow in the moonlight and how his raven tresses cascaded down to an end between his shoulder blades aroused Russia. It was highly frustrating for the larger nation, especially because the other was so calm about it.

�Come on, Ivan. Join me, aru.�
China eased into the water, keeping his eyes on Russia the entire time. Those brown eyes were doing unexplainable things to him, making the Russian want to do unspeakable things to him.
�Just take your clothes off here, I don�t mind, aru,� China said softly, folding his arms over the edge of the large bathtub and resting his chin on them.
To Russia�s mortification, his hands were moving on their own and he was undressing himself. He didn�t want to have to part with his scarf but he didn�t want to get it wet so he took it off last. He was achingly aware of how he must look to China, how much bigger he was, how much less elegant and beautiful. Not to mention the part of him that had suddenly decided to stir�
No, that was how China wanted him to think of himself. China wanted him to feel vulnerable, insecure of himself. He wanted to prove that he was better than Russia, and the blond wouldn�t have any of that. So he pushed his shoulders back slightly, letting the dark haired beauty before him get a good look before he made his way over to join China.

Having Russia come to his house for his most treasured celebration was like a dream come true. He wanted the Russian to like him more than anyone else. They were one in the same, after all � both Communist, both struggling against the world to survive in their happiness. No one else could hope to understand. But together�they could understand one another; they would need no one else.
He maintained his composure, asking Russia to undress before him. He could see the purple eyed man was aroused, which only added to his own arousal, but there was something about the Russian�s presence that was a little disturbing. He seemed uncomfortable, almost hesitant in everything he said or did. But China wouldn�t pay mind to that. Tonight would be for them�
When Russia climbed in, China edged away slightly and angled his body so the other wouldn�t be able to see his erection. He couldn�t just pounce on Russia, no, that would not be right at all. He would have to work towards it. He turned to look out of the large glass wall to watch the moon as it rose ever so slowly, higher and higher on the inky canvas of night.
�Have you ever seen anything so beautiful, aru? I�m so happy you�re here to celebrate it with me, Ivan.�
The gentle splash of the water was China�s only warning for when Russia moved to face the same direction as him, their arms and thighs touching beneath the water. A pleasant chill raced through the dark haired man, even though the water was still very warm. From the corner of his eye, China studied Russia. He was much larger than most of the nations, but not grossly so, oh no, he was built superbly. His blond hair was almost grey, and his features were weathered, and it wasn�t hard for the smaller of the two to see why others were wary of him. Those eyes had seen so much, as his had, and the repression from other nations for being Communist showed in those purple depths.

�Why don�t you celebrate with every one else, Yao? There are so many people to share this experience with, yet you�re here in this room alone, I don�t understand.�
China sighed and then in a bold, yet slightly uncertain move, China found Russia�s hand and lifted it from the water. He looked into the Russian�s eyes as he took one of those large fingers into his mouth and gently sucked on it, swirling his tongue around the tip, grazing pleasantly against the nail there.

�Because,� China said, lips still on Russia�s finger, �I�d rather be here, aru. I�m not alone, either, because you�re here with me. I didn�t want to celebrate with anyone else but you, aru.�
Russia�s breath hitched and said he brought vodka and moon cakes with him, just for China, stammering as he did so. The Asian nation licked his lips slightly at the sight of Russia�s bare body when he watched him get out and retrieve one bottle of clear liquid and wrapped box out of a bag that he�d dropped at the door way.
Truthfully, China hated moon cakes. He�d rather eat something with more substance, but for Russia, he�d eat the treats, just because he�d gone to the trouble.
�You�re too kind to me, aru.�
Russia chuckled, and again, China saw the hesitance. Perhaps he was nervous? Perhaps he wanted just what China wanted but wasn�t sure how to go about it. Well, China wouldn�t have any issues in encouraging him.
�I didn�t bring any glasses with me, so we�ll just have to drink straight from the bottle. That�s ok, yes?�
The bottle was opened and Russia took the first drink. He seemed to enjoy it, so China thought he would, too. He brought the rather heavy bottle to his lips and opened his mouth, not quite knowing what to expect.

China had no idea that a taste could burn. Yes, the taste of vodka was burning, that�s all he could describe it as. He spluttered and handed the bottle back to Russia, turning away shamefully, coughing, trying to regain his composure.
�Forgive me, Ivan. I�ve never had vodka before, aru.�
The blond chuckled and told him to eat the cakes to get the taste out of his mouth. He took another drink, his whole body seeming to relax a little. The cakes were nicer than he�d anticipated, and he found himself eating more and more of them. When Russia put the bottle down on the floor, China took the opportunity to lean into him, pressing his front into Russia�s side.
�Yao?�
Russia shifted so they were facing, his leg moving in between China�s, reawakening the flesh down there. Before he lost his nerve, China claimed Russia�s lips in a kiss that was meant to show the larger nation his exact intentions. It wasn�t a soft kiss, or an affectionate kiss, and it would probably bruise both their mouths but in that moment, China didn�t care. Soon, Russia opened his mouth and their tongues met and fused together, moving together in a dance of dominance. China lost when he felt a hand wrap around his hardened member.
�I-Ivan�� China broke from the kiss and buried his face into the other�s shoulder, mouth open, tasting Russia�s dampened skin. He let his own hand wander down, pushing Russia�s hand away so he could stroke them together. Soon they were both panting, China matching his stroking to their rapid breaths. When Russia thrust into his hand, he lifted his hips and China took the chance to let his free hand wander down across the velvet-like sack, underneath and across the length of skin before his fingers found the tight pucker that made Russia gasp when his fingers brushed over it.

�Have you ever�?� China asked breathlessly as he teased the entrance.
Russia answered him with a keening noise that sounded like something half way between a growl and a whimper. China pushed a finger inside and wriggled it, stretching the other whilst the thumb of his other hand worked over the head of Russia�s erection and the small, leaking slit. He slipped another finger inside, and then a third, beginning to thrust the digits in and out.
�Yao�!�
Russia arched and began to push his hips down to counteract China�s thrusting fingers. The Asian nation removed his fingers and spread the Russian�s legs, positioning himself at the lager one�s entrance and pushing against it. He let his gaze wander upwards, and his eyes connected with those slightly glazed and troubled purple ones. They pleaded him, just as his own arousal ached and pleaded for him to take Russia right then and there, hard and fast. But China was patient, and eased his way in until his whole length was sheathed in the other�s hot, tight confines
.
There were crystalline tears pooling at the corners of Russia�s eyes and he was trembling slightly, but China couldn�t stop, not now that he had gotten so close�
�Just�look at the moon, aru�� China said as he wiped one of the Russian�s eyes. �Relax otherwise it will hurt��
The blond simply nodded and arched into him, showing him that he could continue, even though the painful expression on his face told him otherwise.
After a few small, slow thrusts, China picked up speed and Russia cried out, the noise laced with both pleasure and pain. The dark haired male gave a throaty moan, and another, pushing himself harder, faster and deeper into Russia. Absolute ecstasy gripped China from the inside out, and he knew that he was close...

Russia was helpless. He couldn�t stop China because deep down within himself, he knew that he desired the contact. After all, didn�t he want everyone to become one with himself? This was the closest connection they could have, apart from being strong Communists. Soon, they would all see the power of Communism, and the appeal of being one with the largest, greatest nation in the world.
Just like China had.
His muscles were torn, and he felt himself bleeding even though China filled him completely. His arousal throbbed, craving the attention it had lost, but he was uncomfortable, hurting. The darkest and most secret spot inside of him was hit again and again, but he couldn�t help but feel the pain China was inflicting on him.
He bit his lip until it bled, and looked out at the moon, but nothing helped him. He was going to die, he knew it. It was a mistake; it was just China trying to weaken him. That had to be�
�Yao�I�m going to�it hurts�please��
Russia groaned as his stomach tightened, white hot pleasure gripping him, blinding him, and it felt as though something was slipping away from him and he couldn�t quite reach it.
China thrust into him once more, deeper and harder than the last, and Russia spilled over, the pearly fluid bleeding into the water. He let out a cry and braced himself by gripping onto the sides of the bathtub, feeling China come inside of him just moments after his own release.
When Russia pulled himself back into check, he wondered just what he was going to do. They had become as close as two people could, and it was glaringly obvious just how complicated things would become after Russia went back home.
Why did it have to be? He�d been with others before� taken others before, and he was easily able to forget them, forget everything. Why did it have to be any different?
�I don�t think we can admire the moon from in here any more,� the Russian said somewhat disgustedly, looking down into the tainted water. He then focused his attention on China who was leaning over the bath�s edge, his silky hair now wet and sticking unceremoniously to his back.
�You�re right, Ivan,� China managed to say between heavy breaths. �Forgive me; I�m not used to this kind of exertion, aru.�
Attentively, Russia put his hands on China�s back, thumbs pressed to either side of his spine, fingers splayed out, almost reaching his sides. He was so small, so delicate that if Russia applied enough force he could break him. Russia found it strange that such a tiny thing could be so powerful and could elicit such feelings within him.
He was a threat.
Russia took his hands away and began to climb out of the bath. His legs felt weak and his back was sore from the awkward positioning but he managed to climb out of the bath and towel himself dry. Disturbingly, there was a mixture of blood and semen leaking from him, sliding down his leg and it was almost enough to make Russia never want to participate in that sort of sex ever again.
Once they had both cleaned up and got dressed, China led Russia onto the balcony just outside the room they had been in. The moon was in the very centre of the sky, even more beautiful than before. Russia drank more vodka whilst China watched him, almost completely without blinking.
�I wish to see more of you, aru. Let�s show them how great we are.�
Russia smiled almost cruelly and pulled him close. He asked himself, was it really so bad? Was China so bad? Russia thought not�but there was the ongoing feeling that China would betray him and leave him alone; it was always there, always troubling�
No, they would all become one with Russia; they would stand proud and strong together. China would be amongst them and they would be side by side. Yes, China would be his favourite�
�Yao, you will come back with me, yes? We shall celebrate this further.�
Those brown eyes flashed slightly, uneasiness in their depths. He curled up and leaned into Russia, allowing the larger of the two to hear him breathe in shakily.

�Don�t be frightened. For what reason do I have to harm you? Becoming one with me will be the best thing you�ll ever do, Yao.�
Russia placed his hand beneath China�s chin and lifted his head so he could see his face. He looked into the worried eyes of his neighbour before kissing him soundly on the mouth. Immediately, China buried his hands into his coat and kissed him back with much fervour. Soon, the Asian nation was kneeling over his lap, robe slipping from his shoulder. Russia devoured his lips and tongue hungrily, lightly pulling at the fallen material just above China�s elbow. They broke away to catch their breaths and Russia took the opportunity to attack that bare, very tempting shoulder. He laid kisses and caresses with his tongue and fingers over the pale skin.

�Ivan�you�re making me hard again, aru.�
Russia chuckled darkly as he worked the robe off further and covered more flesh with his hungry lips and hands. When Russia reached China�s neck again, a strange and very sudden noise escaped from him. Russia looked at China, whose eyes were wide with fear and confusion. Another gagging sound escaped him and he pushed against Russia�s chest to get away. He fell back and covered his mouth with his hand. Russia looked at China and a smile crept onto his face.

�What�s wrong, Yao?� He asked calmly.
China began to shudder, spluttering into his hand. When he looked back up at Russia, his eyes were wider still, fearful, shocked and hurt. Blood dripped from his mouth, leaving a crimson trail from the corner of his lips down to his chin.
�Ivan�?�
His hand was covered in blood.
�Poison�� Russia said without expression. His body began to shake and he mechanically got to his feet, stepping around China who was now on the ground, barely able to keep his eyes open. The blood ran from his chin down his neck, from his hand down his wrist. Russia ran, no feeling or thoughts present and then bitterness engulfed him.

Poison�Poison�?
What have you done, Ivan Braginsky?
When he returned to his house he fell to his knees and stayed on the floor for countless hours. For the first time, Russia cried.
I loved you, didn�t I, Yao?
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