Hetalia x Reader Oneshots

Moments Like This

Heathens gather 'round! It's another soulmate au, with Russia *insert maniacal laughter here* 

Ngl it gets tastefully steamy (in my opinion any way it gets suggestive and a tad bit creepy but it's Russia that's kinda unavoidable unless you make him a child) 

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Sunflowers. Sunflowers have filled (y/n) (l/n)'s life since their birth or close to it. It has to do with the massive sunflower on their back. It's their soulmate mark and this night would be the very first night their coworkers would see it. It was a black-tie event that was hosted in a massive greenhouse and they've selected a backless outfit. They did have the faintest feeling that maybe it was a bit much since they looked hot as hell once everything about the whole ensemble was put together. There was little to worry about once Alfred and Matthew, the coworkers they're carpooling with saw them and gave an approving whistle and blush-filled thumbs up respectively once they saw the (e/c) eyed gem in all their glory.

The party wasn't really something to write home about, just a bunch of delegates discussing business while dressed to the nines in an amicable atmosphere. Eventually (y/n) found an excuse to get away from the festivities and bask in the muffled party noises while they let the seclusion of their hideaway wash over them. Soon a waltz picked p and the chatter died down, they've heard this one before but can't seem to place it. 

"I see my song choice was appropriate, да?" a voice hummed from behind them.

"I know it's Tchaikovsky and a waltz but its name eludes me." They sighed mournfully.

"Well, подсолнечника, it is Russian and has to do with flowers. Shall we?" They felt the tall man shuffle closer his nerves seemingly belying his confident tone.

"Ivan, if you're asking for a dance I must warn you that you may be going home with injured feet. I'm dreadful." They finally turned to face him to see him without his scarf to see an elegant moonflower on the side of his neck peeking out from his collar.

"I have one flower for every year without you. I hope to show you where each one is." Ivan's husky voice earned a shiver down their spine and a pooling of something within them.

"I remember the first time my gran gave me one of those," they stepped closer to him and lightly traced the edge of it. "She said, 'Toots you need something to mellow out all this yellow, it can't be healthy' before going on a triad about how just because my person liked sunflowers didn't mean I had to be surrounded by them. How'd you figure moonflowers were my favorite?"

"I may have given Alfred a bottle of vodka, and he may have let it slipped that you grew them in your yard." He chuckled sheepishly his hand gently splaying against their back quite deliciously.

"Your face is doing that thing where you hide what you're thinking with a cute face while your actions are anything but."

"What are my actions then, мой цветок?" His voice dipped dangerously.

"These are the actions of a man that desires a few hours alone with me, in any way I'll let him have me." Their own voice affected the man as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth at the thought.

"You are a risk to national security." He groaned.

"If you can't take it, don't deal it, Ivan." They shot him a smirk before pulling away from him and walking back to the party to socialize once more.

Their wrist was caught before they got back to everyone else and pulled into a tall chest. Their chin tipped up as their rear was pressed to the hips of the person that has them in their grasp. The delicious hardness there brought a gasp to the surface and their (e/c) eyes met the muted violet of his eyes as he challenged them for dominance over their mouth. They broke panting for air and gazed at the person in their vision adoringly.

"I never said I couldn't take it," He rumbled against their back. "The question is will you take all that I have to give you until I've nothing left to give? Will you be mine and only mine подсолнечника? Until the world finally burns away?"

"Are you already asking for my hand in marriage?" They stifled a chuckle before continuing. "Ivan, I'm good but I'm not that good."

"To be fair my record consists of kidnapping first proposal later. This, this is an improvement, да?" He nuzzled his face against their shoulder.

Small moments like this are what they've longed for since they've understood love stories. This moment where the world ceases to exist and only the person they're with being the only people in static space as they just exist together. Could Ivan absolutely wreck them? Yes, he can and will once they gave him the go-ahead, but without it, he's just as content as they are to stay like this wrapped in the fact that they exist close enough in space-time to enjoy such pleasures as meeting and falling in love and finally feeling courageous enough to reach out to each other in a drawn-out passion that will one day consume them to the point of their demise. Much like the atoms upon atoms that build stars. This display was Ivan making it clear that sexual gratification isn't his priority and that fact alone made them weak in the knees for the intimidatingly creepy man. 

"So, how long have you wanted to propose to me?" (y/n) broke the quiet contentment around them with a mischievous glint in their eyes.

"Since that first meeting when you knocked Alfred out with his shoe and made it so we could carry on with our meeting in peace." He sighed.

"Since the start of my internship!" They eyed him warily. "It's a good thing I love you. We've been mutually pining for each other this whole time, like those cheesy rom-coms that Alfred collects."

 He groaned before mumbling something sinful into their ear and winking at them with an all too innocent smile as he walked away. Dreams do come true it seems and this one might be the filthiest dream they've ever had paired with that wholesome one that is honestly better than therapy. And that's perfectly fine.