Hetalia kink meme part 22
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part 22
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China responded to this by fighting further, little pained gasps escaping as he tried to twist his wrists free. “No, no, no…”
The wriggling made Lóng Lǎobǎn miss with his needle, jabbing the delicate inside of the wound. China let out a shriek, screaming, “Mama! Mama, please, Mama…” and burst into tears.
Lóng Lǎobǎn was quick to stroke his head again, feeling the twisting anger at the men who did this to him. His emotional awareness had caught up now, but his comprehension was hardly there; he would continue to fight if Lóng Lǎobǎn did not stop him from hurting himself.
It made him feel sick to think China was so messed up, he thought he was a child again, safe in his mother’s home. It was too long ago for Lóng Lǎobǎn to have known her, but he got the impression she must have been a good mother; China was a well-behaved nation, most of the time.
Lóng Lǎobǎn pressed something of a kiss against the side of China’s face; it was the closest to one a dragon could do, anyway. Puckering was a rather ape thing.
China had just settled for whimpering and trying to get up, unable to understand what was going on other than the fact he was afraid and in pain, and he wanted comfort.
Lóng Lǎobǎn wrapped him up in the blanket, reasoning that his wounds would not kill him, and would heal on their own eventually; he had just hoped to hurry it along. Then he curled around him, as tight as he could without being suffocating or painful.
Dragon skin was not soft, but he blanket was a good buffer, and his heat still radiated through. China seemed to calm, eyes settling on his face, wide and rather teary.
“You’re safe here, I promise,” Lóng Lǎobǎn said softly, tip of his tail flicking up to wipe at China’s face. It was a mess, honestly, with both blood and the effects of crying muddying his features. He looked like a grubby-faced human child, honestly, and Lóng Lǎobǎn could hardly refrain from treating him as such.
China’s breathing was frightened, a quick tempo; but it seemed to be calming down, and he wasn’t struggling. His hair fanned out behind him in a tangled mess on the curl of Lóng Lǎobǎn’s body; had Lóng Lǎobǎn been a more sensitive creature, he was sure he would be very tickled by it.
They stayed that way for a few minutes, Lóng Lǎobǎn feeling every breath and small movement China made, as he seemed to be trying to understand what was going on. “It will alright,” he promised from time to time, usually adding, “You’re safe.”
“Wh…What… L-L-Lóng… I…” China’s lower lip began violently trembling, as memories and comprehension were coming back. His eyes were welling up, and they locked with Lóng Lǎobǎn’s, and they were filled with confusion, horror, deep betrayal and fear. He started to move, hands slipping out the blanket and trying to push out of the coils he was safely entrapped in.
Lóng Lǎobǎn gently pushed down on China’s head with his chin, making him stay. “Sh… Just calm down. Something bad happened to you, but you’re safe now. You’re going to be alright; you just need to stay here, and stay with me. Do you understand?”
“But… but why? Why?” It wasn’t a question of why he had to stay here; from the utterly shattered expression, Lóng Lǎobǎn could tell this was a deeper question. And honestly, he couldn’t answer, despite being as old as he was. Why did a nation of people, or at least their army, come to hate another group so much, enough to mutilate and kill its defenseless members?
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