Ugh…for some reason it's really hard to breathe right now…I better not be having a lung problem…

Well. This is the last chapter. I'm sorry. I know right? ;A; It's over. And I don't even think this story's going to end well. I mean like, I won't like how it turns out. So yeah. I love you all for reviewing and the such and such~! I never thought I'd ever have a story above twenty chapters and supporting over 250 reviews (even though that's just six people a chapter)~!

…This chapter will be short. I can guarantee it. –Goes to sulk in a corner- This ending's just going to flop…

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He had found Ivan's hotel room rather quickly and was soon sitting in one of the chairs in said room, nervously watching the Russian bass guitarist straightening out his room. Yao had been trying to build up enough courage to speak up to the slightly intimidating silver haired musician ever since he'd first walked through the door. Ivan then stopped what he was doing and stared at the wall in front of him. "I didn't think you were determined about this."

"What?" Yao asked, tilting his head to the side in confusion. "I-I don't get what you're saying…"

"Just…being here or something, I don't know how to explain it," Ivan waved a hand in the air in a slightly dismissive fashion. Yao understood though.

"Of course I'd be determined about something like this," he remarked, the firm tone his voice held shocking him. A silence followed along with the nervous awkwardness that had been eating away at the Chinese musician not too long ago. He eventually caved in and stood up, shaking his head. "Never mind, I'll leave."

Yao turned for the door when Ivan grabbed ahold of his wrist, keeping him from continuing. Nervously, Yao turned to look at the Russian who was staring at him rather apathetically. "No, you stay," he deadpanned and Yao could only nod his head numbly. He seated himself back on the bed and watched Ivan return with his task of cleaning up his hotel room—he was probably leaving Germany pretty soon.

Ivan finally slowed and smiled at Yao. "I like that determination," he then decided and Yao raised his eyebrows in baffled interest. A moment passed and Yao smiled brightly at the complement, opening his mouth to say something in return. "It's too bad I don't like everything else," Ivan cut in, crushing Yao's hopes. The Chinese boy immediately deflated and shut his mouth, no longer feeling the need to say what he was going to say.

They sat in another silence, though this time, Ivan wasn't cleaning. He looked like he was thinking something over before turning his attention to Yao, a determined look on his face. "Come here, I want to try something."

Yao gulped, not exactly liking how that sounded giving who Ivan was and hesitantly slid off of the edge of the bed and slunk over to the Russian. "And what is it you wa—" he was cut off when Ivan pulled him closer and pressed his lips onto his. Yao grunted in surprise, and was too shocked to respond to the action and before he knew it, Ivan had pulled away, an eyebrow cocked.

"Hm. I guess I like your taste," he grinned and Yao blushed heavily. "I never really liked Asian food, but you're an exception," he continued and Yao muttered under his breath, rubbing at his upper arm. He really wished that he had snapped out of his stupor and kissed back.

"So…"

"Okay, it's decided, I'll try something with you," Ivan smiled and Yao blinked. He probably looked really dumb at the moment with how unresponsive he was being.

"…Can…can we do that again…?"

"Oh fine," Ivan grinned, rolling his eyes and pulling Yao closer to him once more. Yao was a bit confused when he wasn't kissed and just held in an embrace by Ivan. Looking up, he first realized that Ivan's eyes were a shade of…purple? Ivan must've seen his eyebrows furrow, for he chuckled and ruffled Yao's hair. "Yes, these aren't contacts."

"It's kind of like that Gilbert guy…and Arthur if you consider that shade of green unnatural," Yao mulled. Ivan pat Yao on the head once more before bending down finally, to capture the Chinese boy's lips in his own. Yao hummed in content into the kiss and responded this time. He really hoped Ivan decided to keep the relationship alive in the future. He didn't want to go running to Alfred again.

III

Alfred was, at the current moment, laughing his ass off because of Gilbert's, according to him, 'legit' Prussian accent. The rapper didn't have one, but was a phenomenal impersonator. They were currently hanging out in the lobby, it being their favorite place to hang out other than the rooftop.

Gilbert grinned broadly and snickered. "Dude, I don't see what's so funny about it," he said as he watched Alfred continue with his laughing fit, Arthur looking utterly embarrassed sitting next to his boyfriend.

They turned when they saw Yao approaching, looking content, a slight bounce in his step. Alfred managed to calm himself down and turned around as well, throwing an arm around the back of the chair. "So, how'd it go?" he asked, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.

Yao smiled at his American friend and stopped behind the chair Alfred was seated in. "He said he'd try something with me."

"Totally! Alright guys! Time to celebrate!" Alfred barked happily, jumping up from his seat. "Congratulations Wang-Man!" Alfred grinned, throwing an arm around Yao's shoulder and pulling the musician into a one armed hug. Gilbert mirrored Alfred's gesture, though on the other side of the Chinese boy.

"Yeah dude! You overcame the super-scary Ivan!" he congratulated and Alfred snickered with a 'so true'.

"Come on Artie! We can all celebrate by storming this city!" Alfred grinned at his boyfriend who huffed and crossed his arms.

"No thanks…"

"Aww, you're no fun…" Alfred pouted, finally letting an awkward feeling Yao go. He then pulled Arthur into a tight hug. "Please? For Wang-Man? Please? I swear, we're gonna have a lot of fun!" he tried again and Arthur muttered under his breath as he was being squeezed by his boyfriend.

"I'll join you~!" Francis offered, raising his good hand and Gilbert whooped at the addition to their 'party'. Antonio soon decided to join in and it was only Matthew, Kiku and Arthur left to make a decision.

"No, I'll stay here," Matthew declined the offer Alfred gave him through his eyes. "I…don't want to end up in the tabloids," he chuckled and shook his head. "So yeah, no thanks," he concluded and Alfred along with Francis pouted.

"I told you, I'm staying here," Arthur huffed and Kiku agreed with the British guitarist.

"Fine! We'll have epic fun without you party poopers!" Alfred huffed, and grabbed ahold of Yao's wrist. "Tally-ho! Let's go guys!" he cheered, dragging the Chinese musician off, Gilbert, Francis and Antonio following behind enthusiastically.

Arthur, Matthew and Kiku watched as Yao sent them a helpless look, though here still was a ghost of a smile on his lips before being pulled through the doors. Arthur smiled and shook his head, he couldn't help but feel a bit bad for Yao, having to endure Alfred and the Bad Touch Trio.

So, he'd come to America for the first time in years to visit Alfred only to be pulled into some crazy adventure of being in a band. He fell in love with Alfred too. Actually, he'd probably like him like that for a very long time, probably before he moved to England.

Matthew had gotten hit by a car and they had some epic complications with Gilbert. Ivan stepped in and caused even more, but then again, in the end, he picked up Yao, who they'd met at the music conference they'd performed a duet at. They had a tour of America where they'd gotten together before having another epic complication via Ivan yet again. They'd fixed things up though.

Arthur then went home after all of that and he and Alfred would talk over the phone. The United Nations then came over to London to perform and to be honest, Arthur hadn't been expecting that, so seeing Alfred at his door was kind of a shock. They went back home and they talked over the phone some more, the problem with Yao and Ivan arising around that time. They were then thrown into a world tour that they were now halfway through, having Italy, China, Japan, South Korea and Australia left after this. Not much happened in between then and the tour of America though.

"God, we've been through so much once you really think about it…" Arthur grinned at Matthew.

"Yup. I got hit by a car and became the Wheelchair Ninja to name one thing," Matthew muttered and Arthur smiled at the nickname Alfred had given Matthew long ago.

"He's stopped calling me Iggy lately."

"Do you miss it?" Matthew asked and Alfred immediately shook his head.

"Nah, not really," he was kind of lying though, but Matthew didn't need to know that. "Let's see, Gilbert is known as Gilbort and Billshit."

"I like that one," Matthew snickered.

They fell silent and just stared at the door Alfred had drug Yao out of. They obviously weren't done with this whole band thing and obviously still had some obstacles ahead of them, but at the current moment, things were going pretty smoothly.

Dare he compare themselves to the Stock Market?

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Yup, epic failure here. This story just flopped after the performance in London I think. It's just really bleh. To be truthful, I like 'Flying's His Thing' better than this now. So yeah. Again, thank you all for supporting this story~! Please review, love to hear what you have to say and peace out my friends~

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