Here's installment number two! Enjoy!

When China finally admitted to having broken into his house for drinks, Russia but smirked devilishly, pulled the other man's dress off, and casually informed that he was going to be punished. Though Russia had expected to receive a bloody nose in return, he got none. China had stuck out his tongue playfully, and bent over to offer a pair of plump, blushing, spankable buttcheeks.

For the rest of the day, Russia made sure that China didn't have enough free time to put his clothes back on.

Our heroes had stumbled to the edge of Russia's estate, laughing and screwing around, leaving nothing but destruction in their path. Because their previous antics had rendered Russia's centuries-old flat uninhabitable, the pair found themselves laying out under the stars a few hours later.

The cool evening breeze whistled through the decaying, though still well-trimmed lawn of Russia's backyard, making the blades of grass shiver, as well as the smaller man's body. Russia wrapped his arms around his lover and gently kissed him on the forehead, while China shuffled to a more comfy position, using Russia's belly as a pillow. The saline scent of their lovemaking still lingered in the air, and after the numerous games they had played, Russia's muscles felt sore, deliciously sore. His now limp manhood was left unsheathed inside of China, because Russia was too tired, and perhaps didn't even want to pull out. He wanted to feel China's warmth for as long as possible, down to the last sweet, addicting drop.

Scattered around them were all the vodka bottles that they had hauled out of Russia's fridge, without a sip left in any of them. Though there were enough alcohol to have easily killed two full-grown men, no ambulances were in sight. Both parties were alive and delighted, even if their IQs may had dropped a good couple of dozens.

They were countries after all, and thankfully, God was smart when he created them. He made sure that their substance tolerance was high enough so they wouldn't die such embarrassing deaths.

Thankfully, China's raging libido had finally calmed down, after wearing Russia down to the bone.

Now, Russia hoped that they could lay here peacefully and just... talk, if that wasn't too much to ask. Before today, Russia honestly had never thought there was such a thing as getting enough of China. But now, he almost wanted to change his mind.

Careful not to hurt him, Russia cupped his lover by the hips and lifted him off his throne. China flopped off to the side without protest, his legs still dripping with seed.

Russia shuffled towards him and hooked his arms protectively around China's waist, humming himself a delighted tune. He heard China grumble something unintelligible in response, and smiled.

Apparently, Russia had forgotten that the other man didn't subscribe to such flippant romantic matters as spooning after sex. Or perhaps was it because China secretly liked being held, but was too stubborn to admit it? No one knew.

Russia pulled his lover even closer into his cradle, until he felt China's bony back dig into his chest. Sighing, Russia proceeded to plant lazy kisses along the crook of his neck, suckling and biting the milky skin. "So, what had gotten my Yao-Yao so upset today?" He murmured.

"I don't want to talk about it." China snapped.

"But talking will make you feel better, da?"

Russia was left hanging for a few, long minutes, and eventually, China finally turned around, his face blushing a little. "You promise to not say anything to tell anyone?" He asked, poking the other's arm accusingly.

Russia chuckled. "Yes I promise, love." He said, pinching him in the cheek.

"You better not tell, Vanya," China said poutingly, batting his eyelashes in a drunken attempt to look endearing, "Or else you know I'll cut your tongue out with a knife, right?"

"If I break my promise, I'll cut my own tongue out and show it to you."

China snorted in response.

A few seconds later, he began, "Okay Ivan, so... You remember the last UN meeting, and the one before that, and the one before that?"

"Uh, yeah? What's wrong?"

China's eyes rolled to the side, as his head fell into a sad droop. Tears were beginning to flood out from the corners of his eyes, as he nudged closer with Russia.

"Well... I guess it just seems for the past few years, I can't even walk down the meeting hall without a whole row of people giving me dirty looks..." China sniffled, "R-Remember back d-during the Great War? We got along so well with Arthur and Francis... Nowadays...They don't want anything to do with me..."

China choked out a sob and collapsed his face into Russia's shoulder, who patted his head awkwardly. Russia fished out his precious scarf from the discarded pile of undergarments, and dabbed the smaller man's cheeks clean of tears.

Without warning, China snatched it and blew his nose, making Russia whimper at the loss.

Sitting up with great effort, China continued, rubbing his nose, "Just last week, my sister even gave me the finger! Can you believe it? My little Mei, making such obscene gestures! All I did was tell her to sit up straight because hunching was bad for her back! Otherwise, she'd have to come back to my house for acupuncture every week so she wouldn't end up looking like a camel... That ungrateful brat, after everything we've been through together..."

Russia braced for impact, as China descended down another emotional rollercoaster dive. The smaller man fell into Russia's arms like a puddle, wailing and pounding his chest with his fists. Russia sat still like a block of stone.

"Um... Yao?" Russia dared to ask a few minutes later, after the mini-tornado in his arms had calmed down a bit.

"W-What now?" China hiccupped.

"I like you, Yao. I like you a lot." Russia admitted, smiling to himself satisfyingly as he did, "I don't understand why no one else likes you, but that doesn't matter. They are not worth our time anyways, right? And as long as we have each other, we—"

Russia somersaulted on his back, coughing and choking on the vodka bottle that had just been shoved down his throat. China, having abandoned his previous angsty rut in a millisecond, spun off into a giggling, or rather, cackling spell. He had fallen on his back and was kicking his bare feet up in the air. The icy, almost sadistic tinge to his voice sent shivers down Russia's spine.

"Drink more, Ivan," China called out between laughs, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye, "You're such an insolent boob when you're sober, you know that?"

Russia dumped the last few drops down his throat in indignation, and threw the bottle aside.

Now, he was starting to have creeping suspicions that China's pretty head was actually as lucid as a glass of water, and that all of this had been staged.

China had always possessed an affinity for riddles and deception. He loved to play pretend on the surface, and form undercurrent schemes. Which meant, the last thing he'd ever do was give up and get passionately... drunk.

Russia almost smacked himself upon thinking of that, and cursed himself for not having been reminded of it sooner. He knew China. After centuries of pursuing him, obsessing over him, Russia could proudly say that no one in the world knew him better.

What trick is my little puppet trying to pull now? He wondered. Russia was starting to think that this was all just a game of mental hide-and-seek that China had created, with which Russia was becoming more and more fascinated.

He loved puzzles. He didn't invent Tetris for nothing.

Smirking, Russia crawled to where China laid and straddled him, his knees resting snugly beside the other man's curves. He dipped down to capture China's lips, and darted his tongue into the other's mouth like an arrow, trying to pry every last flavour out of him. Callused fingertips grazed across supple, golden skin, making it prickle, and making the man underneath him shiver.

"Tell me Yao," he whispered into China's ear, which had blushed red to the root, "Who else has been bothering you lately? I'll hunt them all down for you and bring you their heads."

"Well, Japan's been getting on my nerves," China growled under his breath, his thin, penciled eyebrows scrunched in feigned anger, "He's been after a few of my islands, and saying mean things behind my back."

"Well, it's Japan," Russia rose up and shrugged carelessly,"You never liked him much to begin with. Why start now, right?"

His lover scowled at him.

"Come on, Yao. Who else?" Russia pressed on, running chilling fingertips down China's sternum, but his hand was slapped away.

China huffed and rolled his eyes theatrically. "Well, fine." He said, "What about England and France? They've also been total bullies to me recently!"

Russia wagged his finger, and winked. "I don't know, love. Nowadays, it'd be more likely the other way around, da? Who has the guts these days to mess with big bad Mr. China anyway?"

China's mouth gaped in insult.

He couldn't believe it.

Was getting a slight pinch of affection from Russia so damn difficult? China had previously thought that if the stubborn man knew he was intoxicated, Russia may let his lips loose and say something China actually wanted to hear, because he wouldn't remember.

But, China's initial plan had been pillaged, and he ended up unleashing his own burning sexual frustration at Russia, thus scaring him out of giving a teensy sliver of the romance that China had sought after in the first place.

China and Russia had been dating for so many years now. Was getting that hard-headed bear to say those three little words so damned impossible?

"It's America, okay? I hate America! Happy?!" China screamed at the top of his lungs, those accursed words that Russia had wanted to hear all along, echoed across the mile-long radius of his estate, incinerating the peaceful atmosphere like an atomic bomb. The words weren't even true to begin with. He didn't really hate Alfie...

"Why?" Russia asked gleefully. Finally, he admitted it!

… Why?

China blinked at him without saying anything, and Russia blinked back, trying his hardest to keep his face straight.

They stayed like that for a few minutes. Anxiety was beginning to drip into Russia's gut, while China was probably enjoying being a tease.

Finally, he gave in, and gestured Russia to get off him, which he obeyed. Sitting up in a more comfortable position and wiping his tears away, China began, in a perfectly normal voice that made Russia wonder if he had ever been drunk at all, "Okay, Ivan, it's hard explain, but let's put it this way—"

Russia nodded slowly.

"You know how there are fifty stars on Alfie's flag, and mine's only five? I have always hated how he has ten times more than I do, you know?" China hung his head down, and mumbled bashfully, "I suppose that sometimes, it'd be nice if I won too..."

"Yeah, but America's is not only beating you, but the whole world." Russia tried to reason, but to no avail, "Nobody has more stars on their flag than he does."

China, in response, cast Russia a dirty look. He didn't know if Russia was really clueless, or trying to be an asshole again.

But instead of yelling at him, China turned away, bit his lip, and hugged his legs together. It was getting cold outside without his clothes on.

Russia shuffled over to him and put a hand on his slumped shoulder. "Well, if it's bothering you that much, I'll help you get more stars to put on there."

"You will?"

"Yes, if it makes my Yao-Yao happy." He replied.

As China beamed up at his lover, his eyes sparkled like the milky way.

"Then next weekend, instead of getting drunk alone in your house and wasting your life away, wanna come over and help decorate my flag?"

Russia nodded.

China squealed, and turned to give Russia a light kiss on the cheek. It was simple, short, and sweet, but it made Russia flush a deep red for the first time tonight, not that it was visible in the dark anyways.

Russia tipped the other's chin upwards for a kiss of his own, in hopes of turning this brief exchange into something more. But, China quickly announced that he was getting tired and wanted to get some sleep, and tumbled off to the side before Russia could lay another finger on him.

Looking up at the sky, Russia was glad to see that the stars had decided to peek out after all, despite the awning grey clouds from earlier. He smiled to himself. Today had been a good day.

China had been sleeping peacefully for the past few hours, curled up like a kitten on Russia's lap. Russia reached over to grab his coat, and threw it around the shoulders of the other man, who willingly cozied up to it while mumbling something in his sleep.

As much as Russia wanted to be with China, he knew that he wasn't a perfect person, nor a perfect country. He was selfish, bossy, and could be a bit of a bully sometimes. Not everyone in the world could handle the spitfire, and he was one of the few. But then again, Russia was grateful of the multiple times when China had to put up with him, and wasn't scared away.

When China had said that no one liked him nowadays, Russia also felt the same way for himself. Recently, it was like everyone was shunning them away. Russia thought it was probably because he and China had been spending so much time together, that they had been hiding away from everyone else. All of their bourgeois friends probably would have never thought that two broken countries like Russia and China could be a threat. But little did they know, their broken pieces fitted each other's perfectly.

Russia let out a deep breath and looked down at his partner, combing through his loose, still damp locks.

"I love you, Yao." He whispered, though he knew that the other man couldn't hear him.

Russia promised to himself that the next time that those words were said, China would be able to.

Russia loved China, even if he looked less than spiffy right now, and— as he bent down to kiss him again— tasted like his own vomit.

If it would make China happy, Russia would gladly pick the stars right out of the sky for him. All he needed was to stand on his tip-toes, right?

Fin.

My first attempt at writing something cute, if you can call it that. ^^ Hope you guys liked it. I'm not really good with writing light-hearted fanfics, but I tried my best with this one.

Back to the heavy stuff for me, lol.

Please review, if you enjoyed it! And also, I encourage those of you who have read this to write a fluff fic of your own. There is never enough Rochu fluff, but I suck at writing it, as much as I love reading. xD