Hetalia kink meme part 22
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Lóng Lǎobǎn put a new cool compress on China’s forehead, even as he reached up and tried to brush it off.
“Cold,” China whispered, a discomforted expression on his face. His fingers fumbled for the cool compress, intent on relieving the newest discomfort forced on him.
Catching his hands, Lóng Lǎobǎn said softly, “I know it’s cold; we have to bring your temperature down. You’re burning up.”
Seeming to not understand, China made another noise, and Lóng Lǎobǎn was afraid he would see him break into tears once more, considering how delirious he had been of late. “No, I’m too cold, it’s too cold!” And a shudder went through him, as if to prove his point, and he let out a pained moan through gritted teeth.
Lóng Lǎobǎn tried to soothe him, still keeping both his wrists trapped in his claw as he stroked back his long hair. “It will get better, I promise. You have to endure for now.”
China’s face began to crinkle, flushing up further as the tears started to slip out once more. “P-please, I’m cold…” His voice quavered, as his lower lip trembled violently and another shudder went through him.
An anger tightened in Lóng Lǎobǎn’s heart; Japan shouldn’t have caused this. China shouldn’t have to suffer, he should be strong and tall and proud, as he always had been.
Then Lóng Lǎobǎn chided himself; China wouldn’t have blamed Japan personally for this. He’d say that a nation couldn’t always control their people, and that the black sheep aren’t representative of the whole flock.
China’s hands twitched in Lóng Lǎobǎn’s claws, as he continued to cry like a child, unable to understand why he was in such unbearable pain and chills that could rival the tundra of Russia. “Please… please…”
As if Lóng Lǎobǎn could end it. He gave a great sigh, and wished he could help China further. “You’re alright; it’s going to be fine. Once your fever breaks, you’ll be warm again…” It was hardly a good consolation, but he had nothing else to offer him; the war ravaging the country had deprived him of many supplies.
Maybe he should take him to one of the Western hospitals, however long a trip that might be; but news of China, the nation himself, being in such weak condition, could invite further meddling, and not for the better.
There was a knock at the door, and Lóng Lǎobǎn would be lying if he said he wasn’t surprised. And a little angered. He’d told the scattered officials not to bother him! The thought of biting the intruder’s head off was very comforting, as he slid across the room and to the door.
“What could possibly be so… What are you doing here?”
Japan’s smooth, neatly cut hair bobbed down, in a small bow. “I am here to discuss important matters with China; he does not seem to be at his home.”
Maybe for a moment, Lóng Lǎobǎn had wanted to snarl out that it was the uniform-clad nation’s fault; but the genuinely curious, and possibly miffed, look in Japan’s eyes told him he had no idea what had gone down. “He’s not available right now.”
Japan’s brow creased slightly, as he said, “I was hoping he would be. You see, I must talk with him about the issue of his troops hiding among the civilians; it’s hardly a civilized way to fight a war, and I don’t want the civilians to be confused for soldiers.”
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A confused expression flitted across Japan’s face. “I was just in Nanking; it seemed lovely. What are you going on about?”
A pained groan and gasp interrupted them, and Lóng Lǎobǎn turned back to China. “I think we’ve talked enough. Goodbye.”
Japan started to say something, but he was cut off by the door closing. And of course, he wouldn’t barge into a home that wasn’t his, regardless of how he felt about the owner.
Lóng Lǎobǎn appeared again by China’s side, putting another cold compress on his forehead; he’d already gotten rid of the other one.
China’s teeth chattered as he said, “Who was there? Who was there?” There was a fearful look in his golden eyes, with the pupils shrunk down, not wide like they tended to be.
Feeling another growl coming on, Lóng Lǎobǎn swallowed heavily. China was undoubtedly afraid of his attackers coming back; there must have been a number of them, stabbing into him and laughing at his cries…
Lóng Lǎobǎn shook his head. Now was not the time to dwell. “It was no one.”
It seemed China didn’t quite take this as truth, closing his eyes and whimpering, “Don’t let them back in, please don’t let them back in…”
“I won’t; no one’s coming to get you.” It was frustrating to watch, knowing there was only so much truth to his statement. And there was not very much he could do about it; he was only one dragon. Lóng Lǎobǎn pulled the covers tighter around China, hoping that would make him feel more secure.
Those golden eyes seemed to frantically search his face, as though trying to determine the truth. After a couple moments, he relaxed, to one degree or another.
Lóng Lǎobǎn sighed, stroking China’s tangled hair and taking care not to pull it. What was he going to do? China was recovering all right physically, though he had a fever and it looked as though he would have a mass of scars on his abdomen; however, his mind didn’t seem all put together quite yet.
If he stayed that way, there could only be problems for their land. Lóng Lǎobǎn foresaw a split, a horrible fight that was only halted by this war, and therein was another problem; what would happen to China if he were conquered? It was always said that China was too big to take down, but what had these past years been but a brutal humbling?
Carefully wiping the nation’s feverish brow, Lóng Lǎobǎn growled to himself that China didn’t deserve it. He didn’t care what he had done in the past; no one deserved to be humiliated and manipulated the way China had been.
His family had been taken, he was insulted at every turn by the Western devils, and now there was this bloodbath on his lands. What could be coming after this? Only worse things?
“Lóng Lǎobǎn,” China said, eyes fluttering open, “where is Hong Kong? Where is Taiwan? They miss me, they’re little, I need to… need to go and get them…” And he started to force himself up off the bed, maneuverability clearly affected by the fever.
Lóng Lǎobǎn gently took him by the shoulders, reassuring him, “They’re not here right now, but they’re all right. You’ll see them later.” Then he tried to force him back down.
China resisted, insisting, “I need to see them! They’re hurt, I know they are!” He struggled, as much as his condition allowed, and there was certainly reason to worry that he would tear his stitches and cause himself more pain.
“They are fine. Stay down, please.” Lóng Lǎobǎn didn’t know what to do next. It was then that there was a knocking on the door…
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Also, college ate up my time. Sorry OP!
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*reads* ... *sniffle* Waaah, poor things! I admit it, I adore fic in which humans fuck things up behind their nations' backs. Going to be interesting when Japan finds out ...
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