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[Fanfic] A Brief History of Alfred and Yao [6/6]
Title: A Brief History of Alfred and Yao
Rating: PG13
Characters: Alfred/America, Yao/China
Warnings: Suggestions of Violence and Historically sensitive material
I do not own Hetalia. All Characters are the property of Hidekaz Himaruya
Chap 5 http://community.livejournal.com/hetalia/10986850.html
Chap 4 http://community.livejournal.com/hetalia/10600455.html
Chap 3 http://community.livejournal.com/hetalia/10319662.html
Chap 2 http://community.livejournal.com/hetalia/10249147.html
Chap 1 http://community.livejournal.com/hetalia/10194706.html
The next morning found Alfred awake but solemn. He finished his morning routine without incident and once more boarded the limo to attend the day’s meetings. As he stepped out of the limo and finished sipping his venti mocha latte, Alfred felt a small sting of apprehension. He sighed and began walking toward the building. Then he suddenly turned around and flagged down the driver. He tapped on the glass
“Sorry Mark, I forgot my laptop,” Alfred explained shyly
After a few moments of rummaging, Alfred managed to retrieve his laptop from the back seat and set off to his meeting. Yao appeared next to him and gave Alfred a cheerful smile.
“Good Morning,” He called out.
“Good Morning,” Alfred answered.
“What’s wrong?” Yao wondered as he noticed the American’s flustered state.
“Nothing, It’s just… I want things to go well is all,” Alfred explained.
“It will be alright. It’s not 1972 anymore,” Yao assured him.
The comment reminded Alfred that while today was important. That meeting years ago had been much more vital. Alfred began walking a little faster. He was grateful to Yao for reminding him of one of his diplomatic victories.
***************1972 Beijing************
Alfred steeled himself as Airforce One taxied to a stop. What do you say after nearly shooting a man? He, like most of his people, had been incredibly surprised when his boss announced the trip to China. China had been closed to the United States for nearly two decades. Alfred’s boss had impressed upon him the need for a good impression. If this mission succeeded, Alfred would have a powerful ally and partner. The success of the mission would also bolster his defenses against Ivan. As the doors to the plain opened Alfred took a deep breath.
“Here goes nothing,” he murmured.
His boss waited as the steps were lowered. Alfred followed. On the tarmac a car stood waiting to usher the president, the secretary of state, and a National Security Council staffer. Yao stood ready to greet the foreign dignitaries.
“Welcome to China,” he greeted.
Nixon and his two aids greeted Yao as well. There was very little time for awkward pleasantries as they were ushered into a car and driven to their first meeting with Chairman Mao. The next seven days were a whirlwind of closed door meetings and travel. They traveled from Beijing to Hangzou and then to Shanghai. The entire time Alfred tried to enjoy the sights, but he was too anxious about the decisions being made. Would the two leaders be able to reach a consensus? Happily seven days later the president and the premier were able to present to the world the Shanghai Communiqué. The communiqué was a pledge for both nations to work together and an outline for further diplomatic relations between America and China. As the two leaders celebrated their victory and explained what this new development meant Alfred slipped away. He was glad that things had turned out well, but still wondered if he and Yao could really get past their differences.
“There you are!” Yao smiled as found Alfred in an empty conference room.
“Hey!” Alfred replied.
“Why are you hiding here? This is a big step for us you should be happy,” Yao smiled.
Alfred studied the Chinese man for a moment. There were so many things he did not know or understand.
“Yao, I’m sorry about trying to shoot you last time,” Alfred apologized.
“It was a war. I was the enemy. Dwelling on the past will not fix our mistakes. That is why I want to be your ally again,” Yao explained.
“Do you mean it?” Alfred asked.
“Yes, I’ve lived for a very long time. I want to work with you and build a better future. You could not create peace with your own strength, perhaps together we can make a more peaceful world,” Yao offered.
Alfred simply sniffed and held back his tears.
“I hope you’re right,” Alfred answered.
They shook hands and Alfred allowed Yao to lead him back to his boss.
*************************************
There had been slips. Alfred had watched as tanks approached protesters at Tiananman Square. He had been watching during the handover of Hong Kong. Finally, he had watched as Beijing welcomed the world to participate in the Summer Olympics. Meanwhile he had made it to the moon, created technology to connect the word, and suffered a terrible attack on his homeland.
Alfred stood up as it was time for his presentation. He moved to the podium. The young nation cleared his throat and checked his notes. He signaled to the projectionist and his presentation began.
***************Three days Later******
“Good job!” Yao smiled.
“You too,” Alfred answered.
The two nations shook hands. The wind on the tarmac swirled Yao’s hair as he prepared to board his plane back to China.
“I had a really good time. Thank you for making us so welcome,” Yao smiled.
“No problem,” Alfred answered.
Things had worked out and the two countries had managed to work out the details of the trade agreement. They also pledged to work together to solve the recession. There were already plans for the American President and Alfred to visit China soon and continue talks.
“Goodbye,” Yao said wistfully.
“Goodbye,” Alfred replied.
China walked off toward his plane.
“Yao wait!” Alfred called
“Hmmm,” Yao wondered.
“Thank you. For all your help, and Thank You for always being there,” Alfred said.
“I appreciate your thanks, but you can count on me. That’s what friends are for after all,” Yao assured him.
Alfred smiled and the two nations hugged. Alfred let Yao go, and he boarded his plane. Alfred returned to the hangar, but watched as Yao’s plane took off and soared into the sky. As he watched the contrail fade he could almost believe that the bright future they had hoped to build might come to pass.
The End
This is the final chapter. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing. I hoped you enjoyed it.
Rating: PG13
Characters: Alfred/America, Yao/China
Warnings: Suggestions of Violence and Historically sensitive material
I do not own Hetalia. All Characters are the property of Hidekaz Himaruya
Chap 5 http://community.livejournal.com/hetalia/10986850.html
Chap 4 http://community.livejournal.com/hetalia/10600455.html
Chap 3 http://community.livejournal.com/hetalia/10319662.html
Chap 2 http://community.livejournal.com/hetalia/10249147.html
Chap 1 http://community.livejournal.com/hetalia/10194706.html
The next morning found Alfred awake but solemn. He finished his morning routine without incident and once more boarded the limo to attend the day’s meetings. As he stepped out of the limo and finished sipping his venti mocha latte, Alfred felt a small sting of apprehension. He sighed and began walking toward the building. Then he suddenly turned around and flagged down the driver. He tapped on the glass
“Sorry Mark, I forgot my laptop,” Alfred explained shyly
After a few moments of rummaging, Alfred managed to retrieve his laptop from the back seat and set off to his meeting. Yao appeared next to him and gave Alfred a cheerful smile.
“Good Morning,” He called out.
“Good Morning,” Alfred answered.
“What’s wrong?” Yao wondered as he noticed the American’s flustered state.
“Nothing, It’s just… I want things to go well is all,” Alfred explained.
“It will be alright. It’s not 1972 anymore,” Yao assured him.
The comment reminded Alfred that while today was important. That meeting years ago had been much more vital. Alfred began walking a little faster. He was grateful to Yao for reminding him of one of his diplomatic victories.
***************1972 Beijing************
Alfred steeled himself as Airforce One taxied to a stop. What do you say after nearly shooting a man? He, like most of his people, had been incredibly surprised when his boss announced the trip to China. China had been closed to the United States for nearly two decades. Alfred’s boss had impressed upon him the need for a good impression. If this mission succeeded, Alfred would have a powerful ally and partner. The success of the mission would also bolster his defenses against Ivan. As the doors to the plain opened Alfred took a deep breath.
“Here goes nothing,” he murmured.
His boss waited as the steps were lowered. Alfred followed. On the tarmac a car stood waiting to usher the president, the secretary of state, and a National Security Council staffer. Yao stood ready to greet the foreign dignitaries.
“Welcome to China,” he greeted.
Nixon and his two aids greeted Yao as well. There was very little time for awkward pleasantries as they were ushered into a car and driven to their first meeting with Chairman Mao. The next seven days were a whirlwind of closed door meetings and travel. They traveled from Beijing to Hangzou and then to Shanghai. The entire time Alfred tried to enjoy the sights, but he was too anxious about the decisions being made. Would the two leaders be able to reach a consensus? Happily seven days later the president and the premier were able to present to the world the Shanghai Communiqué. The communiqué was a pledge for both nations to work together and an outline for further diplomatic relations between America and China. As the two leaders celebrated their victory and explained what this new development meant Alfred slipped away. He was glad that things had turned out well, but still wondered if he and Yao could really get past their differences.
“There you are!” Yao smiled as found Alfred in an empty conference room.
“Hey!” Alfred replied.
“Why are you hiding here? This is a big step for us you should be happy,” Yao smiled.
Alfred studied the Chinese man for a moment. There were so many things he did not know or understand.
“Yao, I’m sorry about trying to shoot you last time,” Alfred apologized.
“It was a war. I was the enemy. Dwelling on the past will not fix our mistakes. That is why I want to be your ally again,” Yao explained.
“Do you mean it?” Alfred asked.
“Yes, I’ve lived for a very long time. I want to work with you and build a better future. You could not create peace with your own strength, perhaps together we can make a more peaceful world,” Yao offered.
Alfred simply sniffed and held back his tears.
“I hope you’re right,” Alfred answered.
They shook hands and Alfred allowed Yao to lead him back to his boss.
*************************************
There had been slips. Alfred had watched as tanks approached protesters at Tiananman Square. He had been watching during the handover of Hong Kong. Finally, he had watched as Beijing welcomed the world to participate in the Summer Olympics. Meanwhile he had made it to the moon, created technology to connect the word, and suffered a terrible attack on his homeland.
Alfred stood up as it was time for his presentation. He moved to the podium. The young nation cleared his throat and checked his notes. He signaled to the projectionist and his presentation began.
***************Three days Later******
“Good job!” Yao smiled.
“You too,” Alfred answered.
The two nations shook hands. The wind on the tarmac swirled Yao’s hair as he prepared to board his plane back to China.
“I had a really good time. Thank you for making us so welcome,” Yao smiled.
“No problem,” Alfred answered.
Things had worked out and the two countries had managed to work out the details of the trade agreement. They also pledged to work together to solve the recession. There were already plans for the American President and Alfred to visit China soon and continue talks.
“Goodbye,” Yao said wistfully.
“Goodbye,” Alfred replied.
China walked off toward his plane.
“Yao wait!” Alfred called
“Hmmm,” Yao wondered.
“Thank you. For all your help, and Thank You for always being there,” Alfred said.
“I appreciate your thanks, but you can count on me. That’s what friends are for after all,” Yao assured him.
Alfred smiled and the two nations hugged. Alfred let Yao go, and he boarded his plane. Alfred returned to the hangar, but watched as Yao’s plane took off and soared into the sky. As he watched the contrail fade he could almost believe that the bright future they had hoped to build might come to pass.
The End
This is the final chapter. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing. I hoped you enjoyed it.