Mother Knows Best (Russia x Reader)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝘁𝐞𝗿 𝐈𝐈

Once the coach had arrived, things looked up for the young non-country. Y/n and Brittany got out of the coach, Y/n was holding onto Brittany's arm, while US trailed close behind them.

There were many countries there, Y/n only recognized the most famous countries. France, Franz for short, Brittany's husband, more like ex-husband. Then there was Japan, Jap, for short. He was somewhat older than all of them, though he couldn't surpass China, Chichi was her name.

Most of them were allies in the first world war, the Great War as it was once known. Y/n saw Italy, Ignazio was his name, he was formerly allied with Germany, also known as Germa. She looked beautiful, she was a strong, independent woman.

Finally, Y/n saw him. Russ also known as Russia, was the eldest of USSR's children. The one who was left behind after USSR broke down, along with his brothers and sisters.

Brittany seemed to be walking exactly towards him. "Now, Y/n only smile and nod to everything I say." - she said. Y/n nodded. Fear filled her veins as she followed close behind.

She came scarily close to Russ. "Ah, Brit, lovely to see you've got another little slut trying to become a country human." - he spat as he looked at Y/n.

Little did she know that he was admiring the blank non-country. "Quit your yapping, Russ. I came to offer my protégée as your possible bride." - Brittany said. Y/n nodded.

Russ scoffed, "Listen Brit, I love you, I really do, I appreciate that we ended the Cold War many years ago, but I am not looking for extra baggage. I am already in a crisis and I cannot afford splitting my land for another non-country to become a country, human."

Y/n gulped, "I didn't say you'd give her any sort of land. I'm suggesting you do the same thing your father did. Marry her and let her carry your children." - she scoffed.

Russ watched Y/n, her hair covered in beautiful white flowers. Her eyes shined as she watched the cold-hearted Russia.

Holding onto Brittany's arm, she looked down in shame. "Rise your head, my dear, for it is Russia's loss that he does not want a wife as kind as you are."

"Thank you... Mother." - she smiled. "Come along child." - she walked off, leaving Russ, standing in his father's uniform. The sadness he felt... He scoffed as he walked over to the bar to get another drink.

"Чертова шлюха." (Fucking slut.) - he muttered to himself, only to be roughly elbowed by his mother.

"Следи за своим грязным ртом." (Watch your filthy mouth.) - she frowned. "How dare you say such disgusting things about a lady you had never met before?!"

Brittany smiled as Y/n held tightly onto her arm, the two watched as Russ' mother scolded him for his behaviour. Finally, when he told her to fuck off, she slapped him.

"DO NOT SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT EVER AGAIN! YOU'RE LUCKY YOUR FATHER ISN'T ALIVE TO BEAT THE LIVING SOUL OUT OF YOU!" - she scoffed as she walked off to the rest of her children.

Russ had a duty to run his country, help his siblings and now... His mother refused to speak to him.

She, too, was a non-country, painted in the colours of USSR as his wife. She and, of course, Third Reich's wife, were good friends. Having raised children on their own was hard for them, however, they were the ones keeping their children in order.

The two women were seated down as Brittany and Y/n approached them.

"Ah, Brittany, lovely to see you again." - the two elderly women greeted. Widows. That's what they were.

"Tell us, what is it that brings you to a couple of elderly ladies such as ourselves?" - asked Frida, the widow of Third Reich.

"I have brought my protégée with me. I am looking to find her a good husband who would help her keep on living in this world." - she said.

The two women looked at one another, "I believe Natalia has some unmarried sons. Mine are both already married." - Frida said sadly.

"I believe Ukraine and Russia are still single." - she said. Making Y/n look at them in horror.

"RUSS! UKRA! COME OVER HERE NOW!" - she shouted. The two men appeared. The moment Y/n saw Russ' face again, she gulped. However, when she saw Ukra, she felt her cheeks heat up from embarrassment and excitement.

The young man walked over and gently took the young woman's hand. "It's a pleasure, my lady." - he pecked the back of her hand.

She smiled as he raised his gaze up to her. "Likewise, Ukra." - she said as he smiled back at her.