Russia x Reader - Parachutes

Russia x Reader - Parachutes

The wind screamed through the door. [f/n] shivered. It almost seemed human.  She looked around the interior of the plane. There were boxes spread around the edges, and a few parachutes hanging loosely in one of the corners. They were intact, a fact that shouldn’t be so surprising if they weren’t in a plane. One that was flying too close to the ground for her liking.

“We can’t keep this too long!” she heard Arthur yell above the storm. [c/n] couldn’t agree more. She was very fond of observing the sky in all of its fazes. Whenever [f/n] could, she would stop and admire it. There was never an ugly cloud or a color she didn’t considered beautiful. No one would know it better than her. But, despite all her love, she much rather preferred enjoy it feeling her feet on steady ground.

Then again, she didn’t have much right to say what she wanted or not. They were in a war, her allies needed her and her boss made her go. [f/n] didn’t have exactly a choice. Or at least, none that involved not defying gravity. And boy, she wasn’t happy about that.

“Dude, you should, you know, try to jump the fastest you can. We’re too heavy to this altitude.” America already shouted normally, so he didn’t seemed to have a problem to make himself heard.

She looked to the tall Russian they were speaking, or at least trying to. The scarf around his neck looked like a flag, trembling frantically. He gazed at her. And, for the first time of the day, she felt her cheeks growing slightly red, but the reason wasn’t the cold. His soft smile was there, and somehow all became much easier to handle.

Russia then looked to China.

“We’re supposed to leap from the airplane and commence the assault?” [f/n] wanted to slap her and Alfred’s boss for coming up with that plan. It was downright stupid.

Yao nodded.

“Yeah, better put your parachute on.” She noticed now he wasn’t with his. She found it odd, because her first action was to pick hers, even before they left the floor. However, she was the only one that though that the reason humans didn’t have wings was a God signal they should remain the closest to the Earth they could. Sure, most people laughed. But she has never fallen more than 2 feet high. And was very proud of that.

“It’s snowy down there, so I don’t need a parachute. Snow is really soft.”

“What?” she found herself saying. But the sound was too low to be heard through the snowstorm.

China seemed surprised for a moment.

“You sure you’ll be okay?”

Ivan approached the metal edge, turning his head at the question.

“There’s no one who knows snow better than me.” He faced the blizzard outside. “Alright, I’m going first.”

When [f/n] realized that he really meant that, it was too late. She tried to reach him, but her gloved hand only grabbed empty air.

He jumped, and his yell reached them through the wind.

“VODKA!”

“What are you doing?” she shouted at the little dot that was further and further away from the plane. She grabbed her backpack.

“I’m going after him!” she said, and jumped, not stoping to check if anyone opposed her decision.

(Russia POV)

He felt the wind cold embrace, pushing him back, trying to make his fall slower. It was always so cold… Like an old friend. The icy sensation was always there, surrounding him, making him company when the others left, or just stared at him, trembling with fear. Except… The smile that loved to play in [f/n] lips flashed through his eyes, tightly shut because of the blizzard. He always got such a warm feeling from her, something that would spread through his chest so fast in a way vodka could never compare.

[f/n] was a kind, beautiful girl, and a very brave country, despite her utter fear of heights. Ivan thought it was cute, though, like how she was holding the parachutes for dear life, or mumbling to herself that the lack of feathers in humans was a signal that shouldn’t be ignored… And, as the snowflakes hit his face along with the airstream, he filled his mind with her.

Then he felt the ground. With a very loud sound, that even the storm screaming through his ears couldn’t suppress, he felt his now broken legs making him fell on his knees, his face hitting the snow. After a while, he smiled while feeling himself getting sleepy. He was right, after all. The snow was soft.