a rather unconventional love story
Title: Huā le zhēnzhū
Characters: OC!Philippines, China, mentions of the other Asians
Pairings: The main pairing shall be a secret. ^_^''
Rating: PG to be safe
Genre: Family
Warnings: Not much to look out for, unless you're hypersensitive or it's your first time reading Hetalia fic. Extremely inaccurate history, rather unrelated oversymbolism - please, don't be offended by this. And random Chinese popping out of nowhere.
Summary: England once likened his colonies to the jewels on his crown. For China, his siblings were the flowers in his bouquet.
Notes: This is the reason why I shouldn't be shipping World/PH while reading the Russia/Ukraine fic "To Have And Hold" while listening to the playlist that comes from the songs Ate Viva likes. If you have read that fic, then this one has sort of the same premise.
China had always liked flowers.
The waves lapped against the sand scattered around the shoreline; their tune seemingly lulling him to sleep.
His little sister's shores have always been the only relaxing thing for Yao - when he was faced with Kiku's silent rage, Mei's constant anger, Hong's unpenetrable silence, Macau's love for gambling, or Korea's... eccentricities, his mind would automatically remember those shores, those waves, and the petite Nation who would always welcome him with a smile.
But this time, the seashore didn't do anything to alleviate his wounded spirit.
Oh God...his little sister.
Maria was his little sister.
China had tried so hard to turn away from the truth, but how could he, when the fact, the unmistakable, undeniable truth, had been clawing into his thoughts and tainting his mind? She was once the little kingdom he traded with, the little teenager he had helped set free. But now...
...now she was a full-grown woman, and now things have changed.
"Kuya?"
Yao wills all that is left of him not to yelp, or stand and run back the way he came, or blush too much under her gaze. She is my sister, she is my little sister- "P-Piri-tan, ni hao, aru,"
She sits down beside him, her pretty frilly dress stained by the sand and dampened by the sea (but all this is a part of her, so she doesn't mind, not at all), and turns to face her eldest brother with a smile. "So, Kuya Yao, how long have you been here?"
China buries his head in the little hollow formed by his knees against his chest, hoping to shoo away the treacherous blush that he suspected was now gracing his features. "S-since this morning, but that doesn't matter."
In a sudden burst of courage the older Nation thrusts out something in his hands and manages to drop it squarely in Maria's lap.
He buries his head in his knees again, not caring if his hair flies into his face or his mini Shinatty plush drops from his pocket and rolls headfirst into the warm Philippine sand. China could barely hear the rustle of his little sister's fingers gingerly opening the elaborate red fabric pouch adorned with golden peonies and plum blossoms.
"...oh."
It is at that moment that Yao raises his head, lets go of his knees and arches his back up straighter, reangling his sitting position so that he was facing her sitting crosslegged on the sand. His eyes, however, refused to dwell on her face.
Maria fingers the little flower in her hands, looking at it with her big chocolate brown eyes, her grip on it carefully controlled as if it was a one-of-its-kind treasure when actually it blossomed in large amounts at her place.
She tugs at the fabric petals once, as if reassuring herself that it wasn't fragile and real; turns one of the other petals over and sees a flash of something, and then turns to China with lights flashing in her eyes.
"Kuya, this is-I can't accept-"
The gift was a little bunch of white Arabian jasmine, or at least some golden stems with mother-of-pearl fashioned like petals to look like it. China waves off the tan hands thrusting the gift back to him with a regal wave, trying to keep his eyes off her as much as he could. "Ai-yah. Xiao-jie," he enunciates the word a little bit too much, and something in the Philippines snaps, like an alarm she didn't know existed. "I give you those flowers because...because wo ai ni." He blushes at the slip-up, then quickly adds, "like I always have," hoping it would clear her suspicions.
The Philippines, however, remains perfectly oblivious and brightly smiling. "Of course I know you love me, Kuya, but,"
Yao cuts her off with the same tone he used on Taiwan when she threatened to secede, and at that moment Maria gulped and realized - he was serious. "Not as I used to, Maria."
Cold sweat beads drop from the female Nation's forehead and she finds herself looking into those familiar amber eyes and realizing how on that moment - something had changed. He wraps his hands around her wrists, his eyes pleading her to stay and hoping she'd understand.
Tears begin to drop from the archipelago's eyes however, and she harnesses the special brand of strength that left Spain on his knees when she acquired her freedom. Suddenly she whirls around too quick, her wrists freed from his grasp in one single motion and when China finally comes to his senses, she was gone.
Oh God, he was as worse as Spain.
~
Maria spends the night crying herself to sleep, clutching the little flower to her heart as if it was a lifeline; gripping the little gold cross she only put on on 'special occasions' (i.e. never), and disregards her twin's knocking on the door.
He doesn't understand, she thought, Siya na lang ang natira.
Maria spends the night crying herself to sleep, and doesn't know why.
~
It is at the next world conference that they meet, and China spots the little dull flash of white above her sidebun better than Italy can seek out pasta.
He smiles to himself, a silent, smug little smile, and realizes that he has a chance after all.
~
..this is my first try at really writing China, so please forgive my fail.
PSS: You can read my attempt to re-learn the basics of HTML all my other Hetalia fic here!
And BTW, comments are very much beloved. <3
Characters: OC!Philippines, China, mentions of the other Asians
Pairings: The main pairing shall be a secret. ^_^''
Rating: PG to be safe
Genre: Family
Warnings: Not much to look out for, unless you're hypersensitive or it's your first time reading Hetalia fic. Extremely inaccurate history, rather unrelated oversymbolism - please, don't be offended by this. And random Chinese popping out of nowhere.
Summary: England once likened his colonies to the jewels on his crown. For China, his siblings were the flowers in his bouquet.
Notes: This is the reason why I shouldn't be shipping World/PH while reading the Russia/Ukraine fic "To Have And Hold" while listening to the playlist that comes from the songs Ate Viva likes. If you have read that fic, then this one has sort of the same premise.
China had always liked flowers.
The waves lapped against the sand scattered around the shoreline; their tune seemingly lulling him to sleep.
His little sister's shores have always been the only relaxing thing for Yao - when he was faced with Kiku's silent rage, Mei's constant anger, Hong's unpenetrable silence, Macau's love for gambling, or Korea's... eccentricities, his mind would automatically remember those shores, those waves, and the petite Nation who would always welcome him with a smile.
But this time, the seashore didn't do anything to alleviate his wounded spirit.
Oh God...his little sister.
Maria was his little sister.
China had tried so hard to turn away from the truth, but how could he, when the fact, the unmistakable, undeniable truth, had been clawing into his thoughts and tainting his mind? She was once the little kingdom he traded with, the little teenager he had helped set free. But now...
...now she was a full-grown woman, and now things have changed.
"Kuya?"
Yao wills all that is left of him not to yelp, or stand and run back the way he came, or blush too much under her gaze. She is my sister, she is my little sister- "P-Piri-tan, ni hao, aru,"
She sits down beside him, her pretty frilly dress stained by the sand and dampened by the sea (but all this is a part of her, so she doesn't mind, not at all), and turns to face her eldest brother with a smile. "So, Kuya Yao, how long have you been here?"
China buries his head in the little hollow formed by his knees against his chest, hoping to shoo away the treacherous blush that he suspected was now gracing his features. "S-since this morning, but that doesn't matter."
In a sudden burst of courage the older Nation thrusts out something in his hands and manages to drop it squarely in Maria's lap.
He buries his head in his knees again, not caring if his hair flies into his face or his mini Shinatty plush drops from his pocket and rolls headfirst into the warm Philippine sand. China could barely hear the rustle of his little sister's fingers gingerly opening the elaborate red fabric pouch adorned with golden peonies and plum blossoms.
"...oh."
It is at that moment that Yao raises his head, lets go of his knees and arches his back up straighter, reangling his sitting position so that he was facing her sitting crosslegged on the sand. His eyes, however, refused to dwell on her face.
Maria fingers the little flower in her hands, looking at it with her big chocolate brown eyes, her grip on it carefully controlled as if it was a one-of-its-kind treasure when actually it blossomed in large amounts at her place.
She tugs at the fabric petals once, as if reassuring herself that it wasn't fragile and real; turns one of the other petals over and sees a flash of something, and then turns to China with lights flashing in her eyes.
"Kuya, this is-I can't accept-"
The gift was a little bunch of white Arabian jasmine, or at least some golden stems with mother-of-pearl fashioned like petals to look like it. China waves off the tan hands thrusting the gift back to him with a regal wave, trying to keep his eyes off her as much as he could. "Ai-yah. Xiao-jie," he enunciates the word a little bit too much, and something in the Philippines snaps, like an alarm she didn't know existed. "I give you those flowers because...because wo ai ni." He blushes at the slip-up, then quickly adds, "like I always have," hoping it would clear her suspicions.
The Philippines, however, remains perfectly oblivious and brightly smiling. "Of course I know you love me, Kuya, but,"
Yao cuts her off with the same tone he used on Taiwan when she threatened to secede, and at that moment Maria gulped and realized - he was serious. "Not as I used to, Maria."
Cold sweat beads drop from the female Nation's forehead and she finds herself looking into those familiar amber eyes and realizing how on that moment - something had changed. He wraps his hands around her wrists, his eyes pleading her to stay and hoping she'd understand.
Tears begin to drop from the archipelago's eyes however, and she harnesses the special brand of strength that left Spain on his knees when she acquired her freedom. Suddenly she whirls around too quick, her wrists freed from his grasp in one single motion and when China finally comes to his senses, she was gone.
Oh God, he was as worse as Spain.
~
Maria spends the night crying herself to sleep, clutching the little flower to her heart as if it was a lifeline; gripping the little gold cross she only put on on 'special occasions' (i.e. never), and disregards her twin's knocking on the door.
He doesn't understand, she thought, Siya na lang ang natira.
Maria spends the night crying herself to sleep, and doesn't know why.
~
It is at the next world conference that they meet, and China spots the little dull flash of white above her sidebun better than Italy can seek out pasta.
He smiles to himself, a silent, smug little smile, and realizes that he has a chance after all.
~
..this is my first try at really writing China, so please forgive my fail.
- This is my attempt at explaining the little flower we almost always put over Asia3!Piri's sidebun. Since in my headcanon China named Japan Kiku (after a flower) and presented Taiwan with her flower hairclips, it would only seem rational for me to make China give Piri-chan her flower.
The title, Huā le zhēnzhū, or in Simplified Chinese 花了珍珠 is supposed to mean "flower for a pearl". - The cut text: 爱情没有规则的规则。(Ài méiyǒu guīzé de guīzé) - Google Translate tells me this is simplified Chinese for "Love rules without rules", an Italian saying that caught my eye on Wikiquote.
- Siya na lang ang natira. Tagalog for "...he's the only one left..." - Inserted here since as far as I know, China is just about one of the few males that we haven't shipped with Piri. ^w^''
PSS: You can read my attempt to re-learn the basics of HTML all my other Hetalia fic here!
And BTW, comments are very much beloved. <3