The sun was barely up, but the streets of Beijing were already bursting with life. Listening with half an ear to the sounds of the busy city, China hummed a cheery little tune as he scooped the sizzling egg off the pan and onto a waiting plate. Neatly, he set the table until it resembled something out of a cafe. He stood back, hands on his hips and admired his handiwork. Simple as the meal was- scrambled eggs with sausage and toasted rye bread- he was quite proud of the western breakfast he cooked, complete with coffee and tea.
After all, his morning meals usually consisted of congee or noodle- completely different from the European fare- bu
Everything had a beginning as well as an end like the never ending cycle of life and death. Over the years, the hundreds of lifetime he lived and lost, China was certain of only one thing.
There are never second chances.
All the “perhaps another time”, laters, and maybes became regrets and sore disappointments. He learned to deal with them, burying the pain and bitter memories until all he felt was numbness beneath his cool mask of calm.
Sitting by the windowsill, he looked out at the landscape before him, seeing the lives of his people passing him by. He wanted to ignore the letter that laid on his lap, but the thin sheet of p
Russia laid on his stomach, his chin resting on his arms. His eyes, which often shone with mischief, were closed and his lips were pursed with concentration.
Only a few months have passed since their relationship between their people have begun to mend, but to those who are immortals, a few days or a few years made no difference. "Easy" wasn't the exact word, but the most accurate in describing how they fell back into habit. What awkwardness they felt sharing the same space, the stilted words they used to speak, melted away like snow upon touching Spring when their lips met in a kiss.
Cliche as it was, what their minds rationalized and told
China closed the door behind him with an almost inaudible click. He stood for a moment in front of the door, taking time straightening imaginary wrinkles on his immaculate suit before walking away. His strides were even and precise, barely even making a sound down the expansive hallway when a heavier set of footsteps fell beside him.
Despite his size, Russia could be light on his feet if he wanted to, but he was being considerate and made sure China heard him approach. The Chinese nation said nothing and so Russia stayed quiet, taking care to stay in step with the other man, but not close enough to invade his precious space.
The Russian st