Mongolia, Russia, and China~

"I-ivan! Don't cry, aru..!", quickly starts wiping his tears away. "Genghis! Say sorry, aru!"

"...." He raised an eyebrow, "You're kidding me, right...? You want me to apologize to that brat?"

"Yes Genghis! Think of how much older than him you are! Stop acting like a child, aru!", glares at the other asian, hold Ivan tight.

Ivan for once, was unable to hear Yao, the anger in his ears drowning out anything besides Genghis. "You are always calling me names! You're so mean to Ivan, and it's hard to believe that you are related to Yao-Yao! Yao-Yao is nice and kind and doesn't smell like horse shit, like you!" Ivan near struggled against Yao's hold, wanting so bad to go over to the other nation and just punch his face in...

"Ivan!", Yao blinks shocked that the russian is acting this way. "Calm down, aru!! Both of you!"

He stares at him, unshaken. But more now of a bored expression covers his face, unamused at Ivan's attempt of sounding of any threat. "Act tough all you like, you're just a little kid. I don't care about what you think, I don't care what you call me, and as sure as hell, I don't give a shit about /you/." He says coldly, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Genghis!!", Yao shouts a lil frantic, he doesn't want them to fight. Yao frowned knowing Genghis could get this easy, but he had never seen this side of Ivan.

Ivan glared at the other nation, angry tears sliding down his face, and he struggled even more against Yao's grip, somehow managing to worm his way out of the Asian's grasp. He landed painfully on his back, but immediately stood up, adjusting his scarf and staring defiantly at Mongolia, once again ignoring Yao's wise words, his anger getting the best of him. "Poshyel ty'! I will get stronger, and I will get bigger, and you will regret being mean to Ivan!"

"Ivan! Are you ok?!", Yao kneels down worried about the tiny nation. "Ivan, please calm down, aru!", Yao cups the smaller nation's face forcing Ivan to look at him, eyebrows furrowed in frustration aru the other two acting so childish and immature.

"Ya ne mogu uspokoitʹsya! Ya nenavizhu Mongolii tak mnogo!" The tears started flowing freely down his face as he stared at Yao, the sclera of his eyes turning pink and his cheeks flushed. "Mongoliya yavlyaetsya ublyudok! Ya khochu, chtoby on umer!" His voice broke on the last word, and he broke down into a fit of wails and hiccups and sobs, throwing a proper tantrum.

"Vanya..! Sh...calm down, aru...", Yao picks him up and gently pats Ivan's back trying to get him to calm down. "Sh...I can't understand you when you talk all hysterically like that, aru...", Yao turns his head a bit to kiss Ivan's temple.

"You only just now noticed he talks histarically?" He looks away, "Put him in bed or something, I don't see why he should get so much treatment."

Ivan sniffed, once again wiggling out of Yao's hold. He rubbed his eyes, pressing his palms to them to try to stop the salty tears. "I hate you, Genghis! I-It's obvious you hate me too! B-But Ivan doesn't know why Genghis is so mean! Ivan only hates Genghis because he is mean! What did Ivan do to make Genghis hate him so much?!" Russia sniffed again, wiping his nose on his sleeve. "I-I'm going home." Ivan blinked away the rest of his tears, then turned toward the door.

"Because I love him, aru!! Because he's a child and I feel the need to spoil him!! Damnit Genghis..!! Act your own age, aru!!", Yao shouts st the younger asian then turns to the Russian and chases after him.

Ivan jumped and looked over his shoulder. No! He needed to get away- he was only hurting Yao, and Genghis was Yao's brother. He wouldn't be responsible for breaking apart a family- he turned again and ran to the door, fiddling with the handle.

Takes his chance and snatches the smaller up, opens the door quickly and stomps out slamming the door shut behind him. Walks around back to his back yard, nearly slips and falls on a patch of icy winter grass. "Aiyah..!", still carrying Ivan.

Ivan squeaked when the other fell, clinging to him for dear life. "Y-Yao-Yao?! Are you okay?!"

Yao groans sitting up, looks aru the tiny russian. "A-are you ok, aru..?"

"I-Ivan is fine!" At least, he thought he was. When the pair fell, he had landed on his arm weirdly, and now his forearm and elbow felt a little numb. That wasn't his primary concern, however, and he looked at the Asian wide wide, worried eyes. "What about Yao-Yao? Is Yao-Yao okay?"

"Just a broken bum, aru. Are you sure you're ok?", sets Ivan down then slowly gets up.

"D-Da, Ivan is sure..." Ivan stood up, looking up at his crush, then looked down again, shifting from foot to foot. "...I-Ivan is bad... I--... Ivan knows why Mongolia hates him." He glanced up up once more, looking sad. "A-At least, I think. Does Mongolia hate Ivan because Ivan makes Yao angry with his little brother?"

Frowns a little at the smaller. "Genghis would make me angry at him even without you, aru. We have very...different ideas."

"But... siblings aren't supposed to fight." Ivan frowned. "Ivan wouldn't know what to do if Kat and Nat were mad at me... Sure, they can be annoying at times, but Ivan loves them both and would be sad if they were mad at me!" He blushed, looking at his feet and wringing his hands, though he immediately stopped the latter when a spike of pain shot up his right arm. "S-So... Genghis must be sad right now, because Yao is mad at him..."

"Genghis can have my silent treatment for just a little while, aru...are you ok..?", frowns picking the smaller up, and examines his right arm.

"I-Ivan already said that he is fine..!" the small Russian squirmed, not really understanding why the other nation kept asking if he was alright. "B-But, you shouldn't ignore Genghis; that's bad..." ...Like he was one to preach about how to treat Mongolia.