Russia x Reader - Overburdened by FrozenCrystalRose, literature
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Russia x Reader - Overburdened
A loud beeping sound filled your ears and you groaned in protest. You cracked open one eye and tried to turn around to glare at the alarm clock on your side, however, a tight grip around your waist tightened even more as Ivan made a noise of discontentment.
"Turn off the alarm clock подсолнечник, before I break it." Your Russian husband said, nuzzling his large nose on your head.
"I can't. You're holding me too tightly." You muttered in return. Ivan sighed and one arm disappeared as he reached for something under his pillow. He pulled out his pipe and reache
ITW: Russia's Sunflower by Into-Their-World, literature
Literature
ITW: Russia's Sunflower
Cold. Whatever you had landed on was extremely cold.
Slowly you opened your eyes, head still reeling from the fall, and looked around. For a moment you wondered if you were still in that strange tunnel filled with piercing white light, before you finally realized you had landed in a snow bank. Shivering, you sat up and tried to gain a better perspective of your surroundings. Unfortunately, aside from a few tall and lonely trees all you could see was snow.
"Hello?" You called out, cupping your hands in front of your mouth. Damn it was cold. While you loved your usual street clothes, they were for being in your room watching Hetalia, or readi
Seven minutes in heaven-Russia by Illuminati-genius, literature
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Seven minutes in heaven-Russia
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A little sexual...Don't like, don't read!
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"_-_______ got Ivan..." Alfred tailed off, giving you a sympathetic look. You held a sunflower petal in your hand, it looked freshly picked and still smelled of the flower. You watched Alfred step back a little as you heard him approaching. You turned round and smiled at the purple eyed man, your (e/c) eyes gleaming just as much. Even though he scared everyone witless, you kind of liked him. He was incredibly tall and you loved his child-like smile.
You were pulled out of your thoughts as he pulled you gently by the wrist to the closet, no-one being brave enough to walk you there. You saw the lo
Seven Minutes in Heaven (Russia) by lilacgiraffe, literature
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Seven Minutes in Heaven (Russia)
You squeeze your eyes shut as you reach your hand in, praying that you wouldn't get your crush. You pull your hand out and slowly open your eyes to find yourself staring at a...
Vodka Bottle With A Small Sunflower Printed On The Glass
"Could this be anymore Russia?" you chuckled to yourself.
"I really don't care what you got get in the damn closet!" Prussia laughed, shoving you into the closet where a tall man was already waiting.
You trip into his chest and feel his arms wrap around you to steady you. You clutch his coat, smelling that odd mixture of vodka, sunflowers and snow.
"Hey, Russia." you said easily, waiting for the greeting ki
Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven Russia by VampireGodesNyx, literature
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Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven Russia
You pull a white flower petal from the hat. "Oh, this is beautiful, who's is this?"
"That would be mine" Everyone but you stiffens at the familiar sound of Russia's voice.
"Who the heck invited Him man? He creeps the mess outa me!" America backed away from you two dropping the hat in the process.
"Ahh, you did, I got your invitation in the mail." Russia smiled at you sweetly, taking your hand and led you to the closet. Ukraine locked the door for you because America wouldn't go near it.
"I am not liking the dark very much." Russia held you close to him as if looking for comfort.
"It's not so bad" You said digging in your pocket
Capturing the Flag with Hetalia! ~ Russia by Miss-Sherlocked, literature
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Capturing the Flag with Hetalia! ~ Russia
You were hesitant to run blindly into the woods. Ludwig was big on organized warfare-he told you to make a plan and play to your strengths. Too bad he didn’t tell you what plan to follow. Or what your strengths were…
You headed over to the stream that wound through the woods, trying to form some sort of semi-useful idea. You sat down by the bank among the cattails and clear water.
“What if I use an astrolabe to…wait, it would have to be night…so maybe…”
Your thoughts were interrupted by a splashing sound nearby. You scrambled to cover, unsure of the foreigner-but whether it was an Ally or an ani
Best Birthday ::RussiaxReader:: by Delicious-Tomato, literature
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Best Birthday ::RussiaxReader::
“CHEESE EATING SURRENDER MONKEY!”
“CATERPILLAR BROWS!”
“KNOBHEAD!”
“BLACK SHEEP!
“Y-YOU TAKE THAT BACK YOU-”
“Aru! Will you both stop fighting!”
“HAHAHA! The hero will save the day!”
“Shut ze hell up you idioten!”
“Ve~! PASTA!”
“This is not going werr…”
Yet another world meeting was going on…
And it’s not as good as the last one…
Currently in the meeting we see all the countries conversing with each other, more England and France fighting about something completely irrational again.
But it w
You walked out of the world meeting, feeling chills. It was Russia again, and you didn't know why he could make you feel this way. You positively hated it, and in turn had started to hate him. Snowflakes had started to drift down from the sky. All you had on you were some papers tucked in your coat for the meeting, and the only person that had offered to share a cab with you was France. In short, you had no money and no means, and were stuck walking to the airport to get back home.
Jack Frost nipped at your nose and you wrapped your coat around you tighter. Then you got a peculiar sense someone was following you. You started to walk faster,
Happy Birthday, da? Russia x Reader by 666kurai, literature
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Happy Birthday, da? Russia x Reader
You were just sitting at home alone. Sure, it was your birthday, but that didn’t mean that you had to do anything about it. You were just going to sit around all day, watch some tv, maybe listen to loud music with a new speaker you had gotten, and maybe even derp around deviantART.
Of course you had to keep your friends at bay, they had all wanted to throw you a party. But you weren’t really feeling it. Birthday parties were for little kids, or rich kids with shit loads of money (which, granted, Alfred was, but you still didn’t want a wild party).
You flopped back onto the couch and started to flip aimlessly through the ch