KU8
A/N: LOL wow….100 reviews…I bet you’re all just looking forward to see Yao’s butt get raeped raw….Anyways, I’d like to thank the ppl who left multiple reviews. If not, this wouldn’t even hit 30. So thank you WhimsicalShmoo, Hasegawa, HappyDaez, Yukidaru, IceSnowAndGlamour, Sexykill69, and UcHiHaHyUuGa. If I missed your name, I apologize but these were the ones that I memorized because of the recent reviews.
Special shout out to Nijibug and F because if it weren’t for them and their continued encouragement and love for this story, I would’ve ended at Chapter 3. So lots of hugs and loves to those two.
WARNING: Sap up ahead. Like I said earlier, read only if you don’t care about keeping the humor.
China was dragging Russia down the endless hallway at surprising speed. “Is Sweden still behind us aru?”
“Berwald?” Russia glanced behind him. “No, I don’t see him. Slow down, Yao, or you’ll hurt yourself!”
China sighed with relief, doing as he was told and stopped running. That was close. If Sweden had asked anymore questions, he would have been exposed...or maybe not. Thinking back on it now, Sweden was actually asking him how to impregnate poor Finland. Is everyone out in the world deranged? Why isn’t anyone pointing at him and screaming, “You fraud!” but instead all the nations so far easily believed him. China shook his head. Honestly, if he really was pregnant, he would fear for his child’s future in this idiotic world.
China was just thinking he wasted his money on bribing the doctor when Russia’s voice penetrated his thoughts. “Yao….”
“Hm?”
“Why did you lie to Sweden?” Russia gave the smaller nation a curious look. “Why didn’t you just tell him the truth?”
Damn. China was hoping Russia would forget too. However, China was the master of survival and quickly thought on his feet. “Well you see, Vanya,” China looped an arm through the larger nation’s, leading him on a leisure stroll down the corridor, “I didn’t want to disappoint Sweden since it seemed like he truly desired a baby aru. I mean England is pregnant too, despite not being an immortal right? If alien abduction worked for him, it can work for Finland right aru?”
“We should give Finland a cow suit and wish them luck aru,” China joked.
Still, Russia didn’t look convinced. China was anticipating the questions Russia was going to ask; his mind already scrambling for possible answers when luckily, just as the Russian opened his mouth to speak, someone called out to them.
“Excuse me,” A young pretty woman quietly said. She was clinging to the side of the wall, a hand over her obvious pregnant stomach. “I don’t mean to be a bother, but could you possibly help me over to the seats over there? I don’t think I can stand up much longer….”
She didn’t even need to ask twice. Russia walked to her briskly, scooped her in his arms before gently placing her on a chair by the receptionist area.
“Thank you so much,” The young woman smiled at Russia. “I didn’t know what to do if you weren’t here.”
China sat right beside the young lady. The color of her skin was pallid with sweat dotting her forehead. He fished out a handkerchief from his pocket and began wiping away the sweat.
“I hope you don’t mind me asking,” Russia sat on the other side of the woman, “but are you alone?”
Endeared by Russia’s threatening tone on her behalf, the young lady chuckled, “My husband is getting me a drink of water and should be back soon.
“That’s no excuse,” Russia growled.
The woman laughed, a sound like tinkling of bells. She turned towards China. “You’re a very lucky woman to have such a caring husband, Mrs…?”
China ignored the question. It would be too difficult to explain that they weren’t married and that it should be ‘mister’ and not ‘missus’. “I’ll have to agree with Ivan here aru. You’re husband shouldn’t have left you alone aru. Are you sure you’re alright? Should we get someone to look at you aru?”
“Thank you for your concern,” The woman sighed, “but it’s just a false contraction.” She gave China a smile. “You’ll get it too when you hit your second trimester. I just hope yours are painless unlike mine.”
“It’ll never get to the second trimester,” China silently thought, but nodded his head nonetheless. He got up from his seat and gave a slight bow to the young woman. “Well then, if you’re sure you’re fine, we’ll be leaving now. Let’s go Ivan aru.”
Russia slowly got up, still uneasy leaving a pregnant woman by herself. He only reluctantly left when the lady waved him away with encouragement. “Go. I’m fine. Thanks for earlier though. I-” She cut off her sentence as she clutched her stomach, gasping.
“Yao, I don’t think we should leaver her alone,” Russia said, his voice laced in concern. Immediately, he was by the young woman’s side again, his arm around her shoulder in comfort. “Where’s that husband of yours? You need to go to the hospital.”
She shook her head. “It’s nothing. The baby just suddenly kicked.” She bent her head, whispering softly to her unborn child, “He doesn’t like that his mommy is in pain does he?”
Standing where he was, China saw Russia tentatively reach a hand out, but quickly stopped himself. He had no right to ask a married woman if he could touch her stomach. The young woman noticed Russia’s hesitation, though, and smiled.
“Did you want to feel the baby?” she asked.
“C-can I?” Russia said hopefully.
“Of course! You did help me early.” She placed Russia’s hand on her underbelly.
China stood where he was, watching them concentrate silently as they waited for the baby. Watching Russia’s face, he knew the exact moment when the child kicked.
Despite living for centuries, it was Russia’s first time experiencing something both incredibly mundane and miraculous. It was not until this moment, feeling the tiny life move beneath his hand, did he realize he and China were going to have a baby. A family. They were going to be a family….
The moment Russia’s eyes lit up with wonder and excitement, China felt his mouth become parched. When Russia gave him a beautiful, silly smile full of love, tenderness, and hope, he felt his heart drop.
Yes, revenge was sweet, but even the sweetness couldn’t overwhelm the bitterness taste of guilt.
Looking at the joyful expression painted on Russia’s face, China tried to swallow the hard lump in his throat.
What had he done….