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Russia x Reader - Parachutes (Part 2)
(Reader POV)
-IVAN! – [f/n] cried, the blizzard swallowing her voice at the moment it came out of her lips. She couldn’t see much, and she was slowly getting more and more desperate. It was going to be night time soon. And she knew that the militar training she went through was a poorly made joke when facing a snowstorm, with a low amount of supplies, plus a wounded person. The last part was only going to be a problem if she found Ivan. And she had to do it. Fast.
-IVAN! – She called again, before tripping into something. What?
[f/n] looked down, the thing she first thought it was a fallen tree turning out to be a human. A very big one.
-Ivan? – She asked, kneeling down next to the almost buried Russian. Removing the snow out of his hair and face, she checked if he was breathing. Very faintly.
Despite that, [f/n] found herself smiling. Taking the blanket she had in her backpack, she put next to him, and then rolled him over it. Tying up the ends, and using it to pull Russia, she began to drag him in a slow pace.
(Russia POV)
He felt himself bending over towards a scent he couldn’t exactly recognize, but somehow… It wasn’t familiar. But the lingering sensation screamed otherwise. As it should be, even if it wasn’t. His hair was being ruffled, and, with heavy eyelids, he opened his eyes. A gentle pair of [e/c] orbs returned his gaze. Sometimes he wondered, if he ever stoped seeing, if the color of those would still haunt his dreams.
It wasn’t a bad fate, he decided.
-Priviet, sunflower. – He greeted her, and she smiled, looking relieved.
-You woke up. – She stated, giving a somehow nervous laugh. –I was so scared you wouldn’t…
Again, the warm feeling spread from his chest. Her worrying about him sounded simply absurd, something like her fear of heights, completely unjustified.
Yet, it made him happy.
-Da, - Ivan answered – I’m awake.
(Reader POV)
Thank God. Thank God. She muttered over and over inside her mind, as she kept running her fingers through his hair, almost not noticing the action. Ivan made a sound deep in his throat, much like a cat’s purring. She truly smiled, the first time in a few hours feeling the stiff muscles of cold, as it took a bit too long for them to answer properly.
-You gave the scare of my life when you jumped. – [f/n] said quietly, not wanting to break the confortable – the more unlikely it seemed in the freezing and shallow cavern they were in – atmosphere that was surrounding them.
The Russian thought about her words for a bit, before replying.
-And why did you jumped after me? – He whispered in a strangely carefully way. She looked at him curiously, her cheeks growing slightly red.
-That’s what friends do. They care for each other. – [f/n] mumbled. – Even if that means jump out of totally unsecure flying metal boxes.
And, somehow, something amazing happened. Ivan laughed. It was a wonderful, gentle sound, and she found herself disappointed when it ended.
- [f/n]? – He called.
She stoped her hands, waiting for him to continue.
-Yes? – [f/n] questioned, her breath coming out in a surprised gasp as he passed his arms around her waist and pulled her down. The world spun around for a moment, and then she found herself lying next to him, in a tight embrace. –Your legs! – She muffled against his coat. –You shouldn’t…
He sank his face into her hair, making her blush and fall into silence.
-Thank you. – He murmured and she nodded.
-You’re welcome. – She answered in a quiet tone, her fingers pulling his clothes a little bit closer.
She could get used to that.
(Russia POV)
Yes, he smiled to himself, [f/n]’s scent invading his nostrils. Her hair was softer than snow.
And no one knew snow better than him.
Perhaps he was going to become another type of expert?
[f/n]logist.
It didn’t sounded so bad.
(Reader POV)
-IVAN! – [f/n] cried, the blizzard swallowing her voice at the moment it came out of her lips. She couldn’t see much, and she was slowly getting more and more desperate. It was going to be night time soon. And she knew that the militar training she went through was a poorly made joke when facing a snowstorm, with a low amount of supplies, plus a wounded person. The last part was only going to be a problem if she found Ivan. And she had to do it. Fast.
-IVAN! – She called again, before tripping into something. What?
[f/n] looked down, the thing she first thought it was a fallen tree turning out to be a human. A very big one.
-Ivan? – She asked, kneeling down next to the almost buried Russian. Removing the snow out of his hair and face, she checked if he was breathing. Very faintly.
Despite that, [f/n] found herself smiling. Taking the blanket she had in her backpack, she put next to him, and then rolled him over it. Tying up the ends, and using it to pull Russia, she began to drag him in a slow pace.
(Russia POV)
He felt himself bending over towards a scent he couldn’t exactly recognize, but somehow… It wasn’t familiar. But the lingering sensation screamed otherwise. As it should be, even if it wasn’t. His hair was being ruffled, and, with heavy eyelids, he opened his eyes. A gentle pair of [e/c] orbs returned his gaze. Sometimes he wondered, if he ever stoped seeing, if the color of those would still haunt his dreams.
It wasn’t a bad fate, he decided.
-Priviet, sunflower. – He greeted her, and she smiled, looking relieved.
-You woke up. – She stated, giving a somehow nervous laugh. –I was so scared you wouldn’t…
Again, the warm feeling spread from his chest. Her worrying about him sounded simply absurd, something like her fear of heights, completely unjustified.
Yet, it made him happy.
-Da, - Ivan answered – I’m awake.
(Reader POV)
Thank God. Thank God. She muttered over and over inside her mind, as she kept running her fingers through his hair, almost not noticing the action. Ivan made a sound deep in his throat, much like a cat’s purring. She truly smiled, the first time in a few hours feeling the stiff muscles of cold, as it took a bit too long for them to answer properly.
-You gave the scare of my life when you jumped. – [f/n] said quietly, not wanting to break the confortable – the more unlikely it seemed in the freezing and shallow cavern they were in – atmosphere that was surrounding them.
The Russian thought about her words for a bit, before replying.
-And why did you jumped after me? – He whispered in a strangely carefully way. She looked at him curiously, her cheeks growing slightly red.
-That’s what friends do. They care for each other. – [f/n] mumbled. – Even if that means jump out of totally unsecure flying metal boxes.
And, somehow, something amazing happened. Ivan laughed. It was a wonderful, gentle sound, and she found herself disappointed when it ended.
- [f/n]? – He called.
She stoped her hands, waiting for him to continue.
-Yes? – [f/n] questioned, her breath coming out in a surprised gasp as he passed his arms around her waist and pulled her down. The world spun around for a moment, and then she found herself lying next to him, in a tight embrace. –Your legs! – She muffled against his coat. –You shouldn’t…
He sank his face into her hair, making her blush and fall into silence.
-Thank you. – He murmured and she nodded.
-You’re welcome. – She answered in a quiet tone, her fingers pulling his clothes a little bit closer.
She could get used to that.
(Russia POV)
Yes, he smiled to himself, [f/n]’s scent invading his nostrils. Her hair was softer than snow.
And no one knew snow better than him.
Perhaps he was going to become another type of expert?
[f/n]logist.
It didn’t sounded so bad.
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The Soviet Union ended on Christmas.
Ivan wasn't there. He was drunk somewhere out in the middle of his large country. He had tears that froze to is face and he tried to kil himself twice before he gave up and fell asleep in th snow.
America finds him the next day and wraps him in a blanket taking him home.
France makes him food pushing England out of the kitchen. China yells at him for sleeping in the snow. Canada puts on a hockey game and sits next to him. America stands silently at the door until Ivan starts crying. America makes a small noise of surprise before he walks over to him wrapping his arms around him. Canada leans over doing
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maybe I could just close my eyes and sleep
Da...
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before Russia yells at me..' he thought and walked over to the window. He gently started to wipe down a vase that sat on the window sill. He stared out at the frozen country and leaned forward, pressing his nose and forehead to the window
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“This is the preposition, so then what follows must be the…?”
“Object?”
“Good! Simple enough, right? So, in this sentence what’s your preposition?”
“At…”
“And the object?”
“Noon?”
You smiled. “Good job! You’re not as bad at this as you say you are. I’ve never seen someone pick up grammar so quickly. You’re even better than a native English speaker.”
His cheeks became pink. “T-thank you… But it’s because I have you as my tutor.&rdqu
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This i the second, and final, part. It is shorter than the first, I'm sorry for that. Comments?
I don't own Hetalia.
You – Mother Russia clearly owns you. ^-^
Picture: Google
I don't own Hetalia.
You – Mother Russia clearly owns you. ^-^
Picture: Google
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