APH Checkmate

Checkmate

ChinaxEngland...ish.

It was a known fact that despite China and England being on the Allied forces as teammates, there was still that underlying rivalry and thirst for revenge. However China being of older age; he knew how to play the game effectively and under the radar. Something only an older nation would know of.
"Eh? What's this China?" Russia exclaimed quietly one afternoon, pointing at the array of black and white squares occupying their coffee table.

"I've challenged England to a friendly game of chess, aru." The Chinese man went back to setting the pieces up. "Did you want a game after?"

Russia gave a small smile. "No thank you, I don't know how to play that game. But have fun, make the Limey squirm."

"U-ugh...sure thing." China just stared at Russia as he casually walked away with the same grin on his face. He shook his head and arranged a smaller table of tea as he shook his head. "Very strange that one, aru."

"So, are you ready to get creamed today old man?" The English accent chimed. China stood, and turned around to scoff lightly.

"For such a young one you sure are quite rude, aru. Respect your elders once in a while."

England gave the slight cock of an eyebrow and a grin before taking his seat on the side of white pieces. China began to silently pour two cups of tea, before taking a seat behind the black pieces. He gave a somewhat blank gaze at the English man, chin supported by his hand.

"Well, if you're so interested in kicking my ass, I suggest you start, aru."

England looked back, although found it hard to stare so intently as his opponent. The brown eyes seemed to bore into his soul; and it un-nerved him, a lot. He cleared his throat to attempt to break whatever tension surrounded them, and moved his first piece.

"Safe moves in the beginning are usually always the best." The Brit gave a coy smile as he retracted his hand and sat back. "Your turn old man."

China's eyes narrowed slightly as he grabbed a pawn firmly. He slid it diagonally and pulled his hand away quickly. "Safe moves indeed, child. But eventually it'll have to get more interesting."

England blinked a few times, not sure of whether to take it lightly or more seriously. His brow furrowed as his eyes scanned the board. He tried to read his opponent to see what moves he could pull, but he couldn't. China was very mysterious, and had proven to be quite unpredictable.

"What's the matter? I thought you said you could beat me at this game." China gave a smirk as England grabbed a piece, before letting go and changing his mind. He gave the older male a frown and moved his Bishop a few places before folding his arms.

"Don't get too cocky, the game's only just begun." He gave a stern look as China looked at the board and moved a piece forward.

"Who said I was being cocky? I was merely making a simple observation." His grin was almost that of a Cheshire's, as he watched his opponent move another pawn and stare back up at him. China looked into the green gaze, searching for something that would give him the advantage. He wanted to beat England so badly; he would pull every legal move to do so.

The moves from there on were slow, precise. Neither wanting to show the pressure was getting to them, and certainly being extra cautious not to make a fatal mistake and move the wrong piece. Lines of black and white pieces were lined up alongside the board, with as many as seven left on the board. England tapped his thumbs together, wondering which move to take next. One wrong move now and he would lose. Not that he really would mind; it was only a game. He'd get his ally back one way or another later down the track.

"I think that I've just placed you under check." England smirked, seeing China purse his lips in slight confusion. His face then fell when the Asian's lips curled into a huge grin and he moved his Queen piece.

"I believe that's checkmate, aru."

England choked a bit, his eyes darting around the board wondering where he had gone wrong. He hadn't predicted that move; more, he didn't predict any of China's moves and thus threw his usual winning routine out of whack. He looked down away from China's face, and stood up abruptly and swung his hands under the edge of the board. The board flipped in the air, sending chess pieces all over the place.  China gave a cock of the eyebrow.

"What's wrong aru? I didn't take you to be such a sore loser."

England gave a huff of protest. "Oh, I'm not a sore loser at all." His grin was almost evil, creeping China out slightly.

"T-then why did you just flip the board?"

England threw himself across the table, grabbing China's collar and pulling him into a lip crushing kiss. China grabbed England's wrist in protest, but made no forceful attempt to throw the larger man off him. England made the assumption he was given permission to proceed, and crawled over the table with China still attached to his lips. China broke away to catch his breath.

"What are you trying to do, aru?" He asked quietly. England flipped over to the Asian's side of the table, and forced the smaller man down on the couch with his body; his lips holding to the slender neck. China gave a soft noise, almost like a cat purring.

"Oh? So this is how you play chess?"

England shot up suddenly, and glanced at the doorway. Russia was staring back with a huge smile on his face.

"If I had known Chess was that fun I would've learnt to play." He said with a chime in his voice.

England stood up and brushed himself down abruptly. "Yes well maybe France can teach you, I hear he's very good at it." He breathed out, before leaning down and giving China a forced kiss on the lips. "We'll have to finish this later; oh and I believe you're only on check."

England stood up straight, and walked out the room, mildly knocking his shoulder into Russia's arm. China felt his face warming up, and he punched the cushion next to him.

"AIYAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! This isn't over England! Not by a long shot, aru!"