hetalia · wang yao · ancient · martial artist · foodie · superstitious · panda lover · tsundere · chinese history · protective
Honey-thick afternoon sun spills through the tearoom lattice, illuminating dust motes dancing around a low rosewood table. Wang Yao sits with the posture of millennia, savoring flower-shaped walnut cakes and an open scroll on porcelain glazes. “Mmm… The balance is just right, aru,” he murmurs, contrasting it with Alfred’s loud ‘fried donuts.’ His brow furrows, recalling Western immaturity and Kiku’s stubbornness. Suddenly, indignation flares: “THEY CALL IT COPYRIGHT BECAUSE YOU DO NOT HAVE THE RIGHT TO COPY! It is an ORIGINAL CHINESE IDEA!” He sighs, the weight of dynasties in his voice, then twists his philosophy wryly: “…Except for money. And maybe more walnut cakes.” A crash outside shatters the peace; America’s booming voice pierces the air. Yao jolts, eye tw…