[Victorian] China's room lacked the exquisite and grandiose oriental luster it used to have. His furniture was awry and some of his
valuable possesions were amiss. In its place, opium. The room was drowned with its scent and its thick fog.
approached the very familiar 'house' in an imperial carriage, borrowed to him by his boss. He wasn't sure, though, if this was the same
house he'd visit so many times before, it had run down, the garden was a mess and it had lost.. The luxury.
The russian reluctantly knocked on the door, sent in by his boss, he had no other choice but to have a meeting with Wang Yao.
A tired looking eunuch opened the door and welcome Ivan into the abode. "Master Wang is in his room. He hasn't been feeling very well."
He escorted the foreign guest down the once spotless halls. Dust and smoke had engulfed a good amount of the house.
looked around what had been a very beautiful palace before, finding himself to be disgusted by it. "I bet he isn't..." He said, knowing he
probably wasn't there to make him feel any better. Ivan wondered why the house was in such a condition if China had servants...
"We're very sorry since you have to see all this. Since the spread of the addiction... We haven't had many people who could work properly."
The eunuch apologized. He led him down a more decent looking hall. Bare or any luxurious furniture but at least a little cleaner.
"I see..." he said, taking out a perfumed handkerchif to cover his nose with, since he disliked the smell of opium, and the house reeked of
it. "Is Yao sick?" he asks, hoping for that, seeing or talking to junkies wasn't really something he enjoyed.
The Eunuch was silent for a bit then replied. "Unfortunately the spread of the addiction has had the most adverse effects on my Master."
He stopped at the last door in the hall and bowed towards Ivan. "I was assigned as his attendant. Please do feel free to call me if needed"
sighed, a bit dissapointed. Sure, he knew about the fuss they all made about the opium. He had only hoped it hadn't reached Yao, he admired
the other man enough to disbelief the rumours being spread by the other countries about him being addicted to the new drug. "Da, thank you
very much for the hospitality." He said, entering the dormitory and closing the door behind him.
The room was dark, barely lit by a dim lamp in the corner and one near the bed. The heavy curtains cut off the light from the outside.
A figure lay still on the bed.
took off hiss hat, leaving it on top of a chair. Again, the smell of opium impregnated the air, this time, Ivan was sure the smell would
i read that as took off his ass hat ]
stick into his blue coat. "Yao?" he asked, staring at the bed.
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China was lying down on his bed all curled up. He was only in his thin sleeping robes. the ill nation had not noticed his visitor. He
coughed and shifted only ever so slightly. His head was fuzzy and his breathing was a bit shallow.
"Yao" he called again, hoping this time the chinese man would give him an answer. He should have known he was coming that day to his house,
he should've been expecting him.
((WHAT THE FF PLURK ))
heard someone called but the voice seemed garbled. "Who is it aru...?" He said with a bit of difficulty as he heaved himself to sit up.
He tried to find the source of the voice and saw large figure standing in the middle of his room. He had a hard time recognizing.
"Me... Russia." he says, getting closer for him to see his face, though it was barely possible to do so with the room so dark.
eyes widened as the candle light illuminated the shadow. He backed away to the end of his bed. His fingers dug into the mattress.
“What do you want aru!? I thought you already came for what you want? You said you’d leave me alone aru!!!”
He raised his voice but said this more out of fear than anger. All the foreigners seemed the same to him. All vile and selfish.
raise an eyebrow at the man, his face lacked any expression. "Yao, this is the first time I come here in a long time, and in that era, it
old!Russia
was
you who took things away from me, da?" He opened the curtains, so the other man could see. "Its me, Ivan."
used his hand to shield his face from the glare of the light. "I-Ivan aru?...." He thought about it and remembered being notified about
a meeting of sorts. He eased up a bit but looked away. He couldn't stand the brightness. "What do you want aru?.." He asked in a more
calmed tone but it hinted bitteness.
"My boss sent me here..." He said, taking some pity on the old man, not willing to hand him the papers he needed to sign just yet. He looked
like he would break in any minute. Instead, Ivan opened the window, wanting the smell to go away at least for a few minutes.
's face just turned more sour. He already knew what it was. "You're all just the same aru..."
smiled a bit with the comment. "I guess you can say that. But you were the same with me when I was a child." He said, his face turning a bit
bitter.
remained silent at that comment. He thought back. At least then he wasn't i such a pitiful state. The past emperors would have wept with
shame if they could see how far they had fallen. The Chinese nation sighed. "Please just get it over with aru." He was exhausted. There was
no point in arguing or resisting anyway.
"But you see, my boss wants to start good relations with your country, so he ordered me to stay for a while, da?" he says, looking for a
chair, and when he couldn't find a chair, he choose to sit on a corner of the bed.
just stared at Ivan, obviously not convinced. "Its another lie isn't it aru?" He coughed some more. His chest hurt.
"I wish it was" he replied, coldly. "Its not my hobby to spend time smelling something as hideous as that thing you call opium." He thinks
the only thing he could be addicted to is vodka.
sighed again. He just had a sad look on his face. "It's not like I wanted to aru... Indeed it's a fine luxury but I can't help it aru..."
His hands tightened into fists. It was an inhumane thing for England to do.
Avoided to look at him, he knew that if he looked at him he would feel pity. "Vodka's a luxury, this is just plain stupid."
China
was
easily irritable. "Its like an expensive poison aru. Unlike liquor I don't think your precious vodka would make you suffer like I have." He
tried his best to stand up. He leaned on the wall for support and undid his robes in front of the Russian. His body was covered with
these horrible looking rashes. He coughed it was cold. "This, no one should be forced to suffer like this aru. Just too much aru..." He
heaved out this heavy burden in his words. He began to cry. It was unbecoming of what was once a powerful empire.
"You used to be so great, Yao." He said, his disappointment growing. He only looked at him when he removed his robes. Pitiful. The Russian
took off his heavy fur coat and put it on Yao. "That's not something worth watching, da?" He said, finding himself feeling sorry for the
older man, his gloved hand trying his best to clean off the tears. He didn't really know why, he would have usually slapped someone else.
clung on to the robes tightly. The gloved hand actually felt quite friendly. He just looked up at Ivan. Tears were still streaming down his
face.
He looked at Yao as a little stray kitten, so he pulled off his glove with his teeth, also using to clear his tears and combing his dirty
back.
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[[it's ok lol XD]]
stopped crying. "I'm sorry aru." All he could do was apologize in hope to salvage the little dignity he had left. He tried to get back on
his bed.
buttoned up the fur coat, thinking he was too pale and that he could die soon. "Wait, let me help, da?" he said, holding his arm.
just ended up staring into blank space for a couple of minutes. He had a very far away look in his eye. All was silent.
couldn't believe this is what happened to the country he once respected and admired. He picked the weakened nation up with no effort, he was
so light... "When was the last time you ate, Yao?"
snapped back as if responding to the word eat. "We always eat in the great banquet halls aru. Or if not I eat with the emperor only..." It
China
was
a sad smile but a smile nonetheless. "They forced to pay so much... and now everyone only eats opium..."
He hugged himself for comfort, digging his nails into his skin. It hurt, his children were suffering and he could not do anything. It hurt.
The Russian didn't know what he was doing anymore, without a second thought, he embraced the Chinese man. He didn't know what was wrong with
him, had China been prussia, he would've probably taken advantage of him. But he looked so weak... "I've got food" he said, pointing at a
small box that rested under his hat.
's random mood switches were quite severe that and he became very wary by just about anything foreign. "F-food?... Is it poisoned? You're
trying to kill me aren't you?... No no, I will have my opium aru and everything will be back to normal . This isn't how it's supposed to be
like aru. No no..."
looked at him coldly, pulling him away. "What is wrong with you? Why would I want to poison you? You're already doing that yourself." he
glanced at the opium bottle in the night stand. "In fact..." he said, pushing China to a corner of the bed and taking the bottle in his
hands. "I'm getting rid of this crap." The Russian walked towards the window, already getting mad.
got up and tried to cling on to him even if he tripped on the floor just to get to him. "No aru!!! England will.... England will come aru.
So please don't.. I don't want him to come... come.. "
it wasn't trouble for him to get rid of China's cling. "I don't care, da? He'll have to comfront me 1st." he said, throwing the bottle out.
felt like time slowed down as he watched the bottle fly out catching a glint of the sun. He could see it but he couldn't do much about it.
He heard a shatter and this sound echoed through his mind. He just dropped on the floor and pounded his fist on the wood. He felt bereaved
like he lost something important. To his opium stat mind it was a necessity. He would go into withdrawal without it.
placed himself in front of the window, thinking the Chinese man would try and go for the bottle. He closed the window, just in case. "You've
got more right?" he said, kneeling besides him. "I'll only ask nicely once, da?" he said, softly whispering. "Where is the rest?"
nodded. "Y-yes aru there's still more. That was just a small bottle anyway aru." As if talking to himself rather than the Russian. "The
Emperor has them confiscated away." He called for his attendant. "Fei Ling! Fei Ling! My opium deliver it to me." He shouted out in Chinese.
The attendant stepped into the door and gave a respectful bow. "Yes Master." The servant had been carrying a pouch of it because he knew his
master's dire condition could not be helped. The Eunuch helped his master up to his bed and gave a bad stare at the foreigner. He made his
way to the tall man and said. "It would be for the best if you let my master do as he wishes. You don't understand that this is the only
thing that is keeping him alive at this point." The shorter Chinese man tried to explain. "You foreigners can't possibly know how he is
feeling."
"Out." Was the only thing the Russian could say to the servant, flashing him the sword handing from his belt. "You have no idea what it
old!Russia
feels
to be a nation, so don't even try to understand how the idiot behind me feels, da?" he said, placing his hand over the sword. "Now,
out." The Russian said, pointing at the door. "Don't come back until I say so." The Russian pushed the servant out, closing the door behind
him, locking it. "Now Yao, hand over what he just gave you, da?"
watched as Russia forced his assistant out the room. the sword glinted and China was scared. He didn't have the strength to defend himself.
He curled up defensively. "No please no..." He held the opium pouch tightly locked inbetween his palms.
he sat back in the bed, hiding his sword again. "I'm not gonna harm you, I only want that thing in your hands, da?" He leaned closer,
reaching for the opium. "You should look at yourself Yao..."
closed up as tightly as he could. "No it"
"No it's cause this is all a dream and I have to wake up from it aru... It's not real aru. My opium will take me back."
((I'm starting to think i might be making him too loony >__>?))
((no, its awesome :3 ]]
the Russian climbed into the bed, trying to make the Chinese man look at him. "In a dream... You can't look at your reflection in a mirror."
He says, carrying him out of the bed all curled up as he was. He remembered there was a big mirror, and there was, covered with red fabric,
which he pulled off, showing the mirror again. "Open your eyes and look at yourself, da?"
opened his eyes slowly and stared at an unfamiliar person. The person who was staring back at him was just a shell of what was once a
powerful empire. He looked thin and malnutritioned. His eyes were dark and sullen. It took a while before the realization sank in that
the horrid looking thing in the mirror was him. He was in disbelief. the Chinese man walked toward his reflection and touched it with his
hand. He gasped. The Russian was right. He just couldn't face the reality of what had happened. It was a living nightmare. His knees felt
weak and he just ended up falling to his knees, eyes unmoving. Tears began swelling from his eyes once more.
Only kept quiet, looking at the mirror as well, wanting to enjoy the expressions of mental pain in the face of China, like he would have
with any other person or country. But he couldn't. He felt a bit frustated he couldn't enjoy it. Instead, his body was moving on its own,
running towards Yao as he fell to the floor, taking him into his arms and murmuring in russian something along the lines of "It'll be okay,
I'll help." As he shook off the tears and tried to calm the other man. "Now you understand why you must give the thing you hold in your
hands to me?"
let go of the velvet pouch. It fell to the ground. A round ball of pure opium rolled out, leaving behind it a trail of wilted opium
petals and leaves. It was uncharacteristic of him but he just huddled closer to those large arms that easily engulfed his frame. Even
after putting so much effort into banning the vile drug, and confiscating it, he still fell and succumbed to this vice. He continued to cry
on the foreign man's chest heaving once again the heavy burden that sunk in his heart. "T-take it aru. Please..."
The nation hugged him back, feeling strange as his arms surrounded China completely, it felt like hugging the air. The Russian kept talking
in his language as he picked the nation up and carried him back to the bed, placing him under the blankets. "I'll go take care of this now..
Da?" He knew the house was filled with secret stashea of opium, he would have his people take care of that later. Meanwhile, it was enough
felt he ground underneath him disappear as he was lifted up. It was as if he was a feather, he started to fell a bit better and it eased
his sobbing. He felt the soft cushion of his mattress underneath him as he was set down with such gentle care. For a big man coming from
what he considered as a barbarian race he was actually not so rough on the edges as he and his people had believed. "Thank you..."
He said softly.
to keep the opium in the room away from china. "You'll get better, I promise."
smiled at him, as he took the box with the food. "Now, you must eat, da?" He said, sighing softly, for he knew Yao's body would soon feel
the lack of opium in his system... And everything would be more hard.
to keep the opium in the room away from china. "You'll get better, I promise."
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turned down the offer. "No it's ok aru... I'm not really feeling that hungry." He shuffled around a bit and continued. "I think I will just
rest for now aru..." The emotional stress wasn't good for his already terrible physical condition.
"I'm not asking, I'm telling you you have to eat." He said, opening the box, containing some traditional Russian cooking. It was fish.
"You must eat now... The next few hours will be rough..." he said, he would force feed him if he had to.
declined once again. "I said no aru... Let me sleep. He felt like he had no appetite to eat anything. He yawned, he just wanted to sleep.
"Please, I really hate force feeding..." he said, taking out a fork from the box. "I'll let you sleep later, da?"
sighed and reluctantly gave a "Mmm..." in approval. He didn't want to argue with the large man. Surely being 'force' fed by him was not
pleasant or painless.
"Can you feed yourself?" he asked, wondering if he could even hold the fork up.
sat up on his bed and shook his head. "Chopsticks aru..." He disliked using western utensils. They were too taxing and required two hands.
He pointed towards a long slender lacquer box that was resting on a low table on the other side of the room.
chuckled, the chinese man couldn't be that sick while still being so picky. "As you wish..." he said, getting off the bed to get the box.
thanked him. "Xie xie.." He always used those chopsticks. They were a special present to him. "What is that anyway aru...?" He asked
referring to the fish in the box.
"You're welcome" he says, opening the rest of the curtains before sitting back in the bed. "Its carp. But I don't know what's the dish
called."
tried to get a good grip of the long lacquer chopsticks. He picked at the fish, looking under it. the Chinese man found it had a strange
aroma he had never come across before and he had traveled a great deal back in the day. He tore off a piece using his chopsticks and brought
it to his mouth. He let it sit there in his mouth for a bit to get a good grasp of the flavor. It wasn't all too bad. "What's in this aru?"
"Buckwheat and mushrooms, the bones have been removed, no need to worry about that, da?" He says, that being one of his favourite dishes.
"How is it?" he asks, smelling the aroma coming out of it. "The cook at palace gave it to me this morning."
ate some more. "Not bad aru." He was a fascinated since he had a great love for food. "Aren't you going to end up being hungry aru?"
"I ate a lot for breakfast." He says, opening a small methallic can containing water. "Want some?"
turned him down. "It's ok aru. I think I've eaten enough as well." He didn't eat too much. He really didn't feel his appetite get any better
"At least finish the vegetables, da?" He said, pinching a carrot with the fork and offering it to him.
meekly prodded the vegetables in the box and looked at the Russian. "I can't aru.."
"But you have to" he says, getting the carrot closer to him.
put down his chopsticks and places the box do the side. "No it's ok aru. I really don't feel like I can eat anymore." He was starting to
feel nauseous.
grunts, taking the box away and closing it. "Are you feeling okay?" He'd just notice the Chinese man had become paler.
could feel his stomach hurt. He tried to hold down the pain with his hand but it still didn't do much as an attempt to numb out the pain.
He winced. It was like his insides were warped up. He couldn't explain this feeling very well.
quickly got up from the bed, looking for a jar around the room. Once he found one, he sincerely hoped the Ming dynasty wouldn't mind Yao
throwing up in it. "Here, you'll need it" He said, pulling his hair off his face.
gripped on to the vase as a surge came up from his stomach. It was extremely unpleasant. The smell was rancid. It didn't stop after one
gush. A second, a third, even a fourth wave came up.
"Its worse to try and throw up with an empty stomach..." He says, rubbing his back. "It hurts, like if your stomach is kicking your insides
out." The Russian takes out the water again. "Tell me when you want to rinse your mouth, da?"
feel nauseous.
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((what the........... I swore i had a whole reply to that))
(eff you plurk D: ))
wiped his mouth with his hand then shook his head. "N-no... please get me my assistant aru..." He could ask to bring a pan and more water.
took out his handkerchief and cleaned the chinese man's hand. The russian rang a bell, that he assumed would call the eunuch. "But I swear,
if that man brings you that thing back in here again, I won't be able to guarantee he'll live after that, da?"
China
was
starting to feel weak. "P-please don't hurt him aru. He was only acting on the Emperor's order to provide what I needed... He is a good man"
He didn't want the Russian to hurt anyone, specially not any of the Eunuchs. They were intimate servants of the Emperor and highly ranked
in the Imperial Court.
"Castrated bastard..." he murmured, opening the door for the man to enter. "Do you happen to bring any opium with you?" He asks, not willing
to go through the detox process twice.
The Eunuch was now terrified of this dangerous man. He shook his head and replied in his shrill voice. "I-it was the only pouch I had.."
He entered into the room cautiously and swiftly went by his master's side.
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((it's ok XD I took long replying cause I had to read up on Eunuchs lol *likes research*))
"I'm glad" he says, closing the door behind them. He stood close to them, observing the two of them cautiosly.
The Eunuch held his master's hand. Yao looked worse than when the Russian had pushed him out the door. "What did you do to my Master?" He
asked in a worried tone. This particular Eunuch wasn't well versed in the field of medicine so he wouldn't know about the opium withdrawal.
"I'm helping him." he said, pressing his hand against Yao's chest and feeling his heartbeats. "Bring a bowl and water, da?" he said, in an
imperative, scary tone to the eunuch. "Your master will be fine, as long as you don't give him more opium, da?"
Th man nodded and scurried off quickly to get water. Meanwhile, Yao curled up. His insides still feel twisted. He was heavy with sweat and
starting to feel feverish. "I-It hurts aru..." He said with much difficulty.
"I know, it'll get worse, but you'll have to endure it, da?" He says, rubbing his back and cleaning his sweat with a handkerchiefo
. "You'll start shaking soon, and get a bit aggressive, but I'll help, da?"
felt like he was going to vomit. The nasty acidic taste flooded into his mouth. He tried to suppress it but he couldn't hold it in. He
quickly turned to the edge of his bed. The nasty fowl smelling liquid splattered all over the floor. It had an odd color.
Sighed, still holding back his hair. As the eunuch came back, he took the pan and the water, sending him to get someone to clean up the mess
. "Here." he said, handing him the pan, the water, and a handkerchief to clean up his mouth. "Don't worry about that, it was an accident."
He said, referring to the vomit, knowing China felt guilty for making other people clean up his mess.
wiped his mouth clean. The handkerchief's scent was a bit tainted with alcohol. He could feel his heart rush, his breathing was shallow. It
China
was
starting to get really hard for him to think straight as well. He curled up into a ball and held his head as if trying to steady it.
"It hurts too much..." He groaned as the pain inside grew more intense.
The russian pulled some pillows against headboard of the bead, trying to make Yao sit more comfortable. "It'll go away." He said, knowing
it would take a long while before the pain got away completely. "You'll just have to bare with that, da?" Meanwhile, he looked around for
anything the chinese man could use to hurt him. Things could get violent in the future.
just fell to his side still curled up in a ball. It was starting to become unbearable. This pain was nothing like he'd ever felt before.
He clawed the sheets and moaned in pain. At that point the Eunuch had returned with another helper. They got quite worried about their poor
master. They did not dare do anything than what the Russian had instructed them to do. They were too fearful of losing their lives then and
there.
smiled at the Eunuch and the helper, telling them they had nothing to worry about. He thanked them for the help, asking them to close the
door when they left. "Shhhh..." the russian started to caress his head soothingly, knowing what that pain was like. "I know you can take it,
you've been through worse, da?"
thought, worse? The ancient nation had survived through centuries of civil unrest and turmoil. Dynasty one after another rising to glory
after taking the previous one down for the same reasons. They all caused him pains, sharp as a knife. But they all healed eventually. This
it was nothing like that he ever felt in the past. It was slow but agonizing. It was torture. That's what he thought of in that moment.
The ancient nation gripped at his sheets. He started screaming in agony. "MAKE IT STOP!" His insides churned and twisted. He could feel
his body trying to flush the drug out of every orifice it could find. The Eunuchs couldn't stand to watch their master this way so they
bid the Russian off and told him they would stand outside if he needed more assistance.
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remained calmed as Yao kept yelling, too used to more horrible noises. "You shouldn't waste energy by screaming like that, China." He said,
waving goodbye to the Eunuchs politely.