What's Wrong With Me? [3/?]
anonymous
October 14 2009, 07:00:02 UTC
Russia had ever personally been inside China's abode a scant number of times, so he still felt a bit awed whenever he visited. The apartment was large and spacious and was a pleasant mix of both contemporary and traditional themes. The walls were painted a rich deep red color, which made the room feel warmer and more soothing. A plush oriental rug clothed the hardwood floor in the center of the living room, and various decorations hung on the walls, ranging from fans with flowering trees painted on them to paintings of women dressed in traditional Hanfu riding large elegant birds. He even spotted a few objects that were from some of China's siblings; a blanket draped on the couch from Thailand with Buddhist symbols weaved into it, a fragile looking end table from Mongolia with an odd looking stringed instrument from Vietnam leaning against it and a well-trimmed bonsai from Japan on top, and a framed poem with a delicate painting of birds from Korea, just to name what Russia was able to pick out. It was like the apartment was a makeshift museum gallery, and the northern country unconsciously became more weary of his footing.
China's voice drew Russia from his intense sightseeing. “What brings you to Beijing, aru?” It was an honest question with no suspicion hidden behind the words. Russia slipped out of his thick coat and laid it on an armchair, but left his scarf on.
“Is there anything wrong with just visiting?” he lied, following the small Asian in the kitchen. Like the living room, artifacts and oddities were displayed about, but were counterbalanced with modern cabinets and furniture. He made note of the huge china cabinet showcasing a collection of intricately-designed dinnerware as he sat himself at the dining table.
China, meanwhile, went straight to the stove and took a pan off of a burner. “You could have called so I could've prepared dinner for more than just one, aru,” he said as he started to rummage for raw ingredients in his refrigerator.
Russia's smile grew wider. “My apologies.”
Silence fell between them as China worked like the busybody he was. A wok was put on a burner and left to heat up while a knife expertly chopped up a series of vegetables. Russia watched in awe as he threw ingredient after ingredient into the wok, from peppers and bamboo shoots and garlic to beef, various oils and soy sauce, the clockwork process pausing only when the sizzling and sputtering contents of cookware were thrown and mixed around.
Russia was so entranced that he jumped when China started to speak. “So, is there a specific reason why you decided to stop by, or did you just want to visit, aru?” He crouched down and reached into a cabinet, pulling out a bottle of rice wine. He uncorked the bottle and tipped a bit of the wine into the wok.
The large nation didn't answer immediately and fidgeted slightly. Big bear Russia never hesitated, and China turned to look at him, an inquiring look on his face.
“I...” It finally dawned on him that it was perhaps a bad idea to cancel a couple days' worth of plans and travel several thousand miles just to ask why China wasn't a crazy crackhead. The blond suddenly found interest in a knothole on the table surface and traced his finger around the circular pattern. “Maybe. I also had something important to ask you.”
Those dark eyes stared at him for a bit longer, as if trying to extract an answer just from looking over him, before returning their attention back to the stove. “Why didn't you just call, aru? It's a bit troublesome to go out of your way and come here.”
“It's too big to just ask over the phone. I wanted to ask you in person.” Violet eyes lifted from the table and rested on the lithe figure working on the stove.
“Mm.” The ladle threw the stir fry around a few more times before the burner was turned off.
author!anon will just leave it right here since she wants sleep. >.> anon apologizes ahead of time since she's pretty sure that this isn't exactly what OP was prolly looking for. 8D
OP is ecstatic!
anonymous
October 14 2009, 08:26:12 UTC
Not exactly what I looked for? I'm not going to form a complete opinion as the fic's not finished yet, but so far this looks to be precisely the kind of story I was hoping for! That introspective part at the beginning pretty much nailed down the question that's been nagging at the back of my mind for some time -- why is Russia the only insane nation when so many other nations have suffered through as much, if not more? -- with a thoughtfulness that you don't see often in fics featuring Russia.
I loved your descriptions of how Russia and China are so alike and yet so different at the same time, and the little touches and details you put into the fic that really make it feel fleshed-out (China thinking Russia was Korea, Russia's perusal of the layout of China's home, etc.). And of course, I'm terribly curious about what China's answer will be, although I liked the fact that you took the time to build up to the question. I love you so much for filling this, anon! <3
Re: What's Wrong With Me? [3/?]
anonymous
October 14 2009, 10:05:11 UTC
I love this so far, writer!non. Seriously, you've set the scene just right in the latter bits. I want to sit in China's living room; it sounds absolutely lovely.
And that first bit, where we look into Russia's head - it was perfect.
Re: What's Wrong With Me? [3/?]
anonymous
October 14 2009, 10:34:43 UTC
... I want to sit in China's kitchen. XD Seriously, all the descriptions you wrote gave me such wonderful mental illustrations while reading. Definitely looking forward to continuation of this!
China's voice drew Russia from his intense sightseeing. “What brings you to Beijing, aru?” It was an honest question with no suspicion hidden behind the words. Russia slipped out of his thick coat and laid it on an armchair, but left his scarf on.
“Is there anything wrong with just visiting?” he lied, following the small Asian in the kitchen. Like the living room, artifacts and oddities were displayed about, but were counterbalanced with modern cabinets and furniture. He made note of the huge china cabinet showcasing a collection of intricately-designed dinnerware as he sat himself at the dining table.
China, meanwhile, went straight to the stove and took a pan off of a burner. “You could have called so I could've prepared dinner for more than just one, aru,” he said as he started to rummage for raw ingredients in his refrigerator.
Russia's smile grew wider. “My apologies.”
Silence fell between them as China worked like the busybody he was. A wok was put on a burner and left to heat up while a knife expertly chopped up a series of vegetables. Russia watched in awe as he threw ingredient after ingredient into the wok, from peppers and bamboo shoots and garlic to beef, various oils and soy sauce, the clockwork process pausing only when the sizzling and sputtering contents of cookware were thrown and mixed around.
Russia was so entranced that he jumped when China started to speak. “So, is there a specific reason why you decided to stop by, or did you just want to visit, aru?” He crouched down and reached into a cabinet, pulling out a bottle of rice wine. He uncorked the bottle and tipped a bit of the wine into the wok.
The large nation didn't answer immediately and fidgeted slightly. Big bear Russia never hesitated, and China turned to look at him, an inquiring look on his face.
“I...” It finally dawned on him that it was perhaps a bad idea to cancel a couple days' worth of plans and travel several thousand miles just to ask why China wasn't a crazy crackhead. The blond suddenly found interest in a knothole on the table surface and traced his finger around the circular pattern. “Maybe. I also had something important to ask you.”
Those dark eyes stared at him for a bit longer, as if trying to extract an answer just from looking over him, before returning their attention back to the stove. “Why didn't you just call, aru? It's a bit troublesome to go out of your way and come here.”
“It's too big to just ask over the phone. I wanted to ask you in person.” Violet eyes lifted from the table and rested on the lithe figure working on the stove.
“Mm.” The ladle threw the stir fry around a few more times before the burner was turned off.
author!anon will just leave it right here since she wants sleep. >.> anon apologizes ahead of time since she's pretty sure that this isn't exactly what OP was prolly looking for. 8D
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I loved your descriptions of how Russia and China are so alike and yet so different at the same time, and the little touches and details you put into the fic that really make it feel fleshed-out (China thinking Russia was Korea, Russia's perusal of the layout of China's home, etc.). And of course, I'm terribly curious about what China's answer will be, although I liked the fact that you took the time to build up to the question. I love you so much for filling this, anon! <3
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And that first bit, where we look into Russia's head - it was perfect.
I can't wait for you to continue~
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i really want continue reading!!
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