Author's Note: Hello again! Here I am with another Hetalia fanfic! This is from China's point of view (again,) but China is a guy in this, as he normally is (when my fangirl mind doesn't decide he is female, which, I should say, isn't often.)

Basically, this is sometime toward the end of the Sino-Soviet split. China's remembering when he stopped talking to Russia, and how much it hurt them both.

My apologies for it being short and weird (isn't it?) It's kind of a prologue for another RP I'm doing with Catherine Wheels (go look her up and read her Hetalia fics because she's awesome.)

I don't think my obsession with Russia/China is healthy.

In the comments, let me know if you think I should continue this. It's just a one-shot for now, but I'm sort of thinking about adding more chapters to it. I don't know for sure. I'd appreciate getting opinions on this.

Also, the fact that China says "aru" after his sentences when he speaks aloud, but not when he's narrating? That's intentional. "Aru" is just a habit of speech, not a habit of thought. Therefore, when China thinks, everything doesn't end with "aru." I'm not trying to be inconsistent. It's totally intentional.

Thanks for reading! ^_^ Sorry for the long Author's Note… -/////-

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"China, please..."

I can still hear you begging me not to leave.

"China...Yao...don't do this to me..."

You kept calling at me as I walked away, and I didn't look back.

"Yao...my gosling…I love you...you know I do, da? You know..."

I did know, Ivan. That's why it all hurt so much. I knew you loved me, and you hurt me despite that.

How could you expect me to stay? We didn't agree on anything anymore. You were always yelling at me.

"Russia, I can't do this anymore, aru. I'm tired of watching what I say because I don't want to upset or offend you. It's not worth it, aru."

Even as I spoke those words, I didn't want to mean them. I didn't want to leave like that, but really, what was our relationship worth? Half the time we didn't talk, and half of the time we did talk, we were yelling at each other.

I still remember how, once you figured out begging me to stay wouldn't work, you started yelling again.

"Leave then, you ungrateful bitch! I don't need you! You're useless! Go back to your own nation!"

I stopped walking, and almost turned around. Somehow, I managed to keep facing forward. I wanted to say something, but what was there to say?

"Don't ever come back. I never want to see you again."

Those words hurt the most, though I was careful not to betray the pain I felt. I couldn't look weak in front of you, Ivan. I just couldn't. To be weak would have meant I would stay, and in the end, that I would beg you to forgive me for trying to leave. I couldn't put myself in that position.

I walked out the door calmly, trying so hard to ignore your yelling, to ignore the desire I had to run back to you. As soon as I was out of your sight, I started running, and I kept running, as fast as my legs would go. I wanted to get as far away from you as I possibly could. Eventually, I managed to get to the train station, and I left your cold nation to return to my own.

I had thought being home would help me forget you, Ivan, but it didn't. Nothing could make me forget you. You had become too much a part of me. As hard as I tried, there was no way I could forget you.

All I could do was wait for you to call, to say you hadn't meant it, to say you still cared for me.

I needed to hear you say you still needed me.

I wanted to hear that you still loved me.

Days and weeks turned into months, and I still hadn't heard from you.

I held out a long time, Ivan.

Even I can't wait forever though...

Forty years is a long time...

I've moved on.