Mother Knows Best (Russia x Reader)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝘁𝐞𝗿 𝐈𝐈𝐈

Suddenly the music began to play in the great ballroom next door. Ukra smirked. "Come! Let's dance!" - Y/n excitedly laughed as she ran off with Ukraine. His wide smirk catching her attention instantly.

He looked so handsome. And the music which was played was, of course, Russian. From all the songs and daughters of USSR, they asked the DJ to play it.

Suddenly Ukraine took Y/n's hand. "May I have this dance?" - she blushed and chuckled softly. "You may indeed, but I don't know how to dance any Russian dances." - she said.

"It's easy! Come I'll show you." - a smirk on his face as he led her to the middle of the dance floor. He began to dance with her at his side, he danced and did the Kazotsky kick.

Y/n and all around him clapped as Ukraine showed off his moves.

Suddenly the song changed to that of Katyusha. The door busted open with Rus walking up to his brother. Everyone watched as the tension rose in the air.

Ukra smirked as he saw his older brother approach. "Well well, if it isn't the drunken bear himself. Came to embarrass yourself a bit more?"

Russ growled at him, "The only man that's embarrassing himself is you." - he spat in heavy Russian accent.

Other country humans and non-countries of high status watched as the two glared at each other. It wasn't until Russ' gaze travelled to Y/n that Ukraine figured his brother out.

"Ah, I see. You've come to make amends with the female. Well, guess what, brother, she's going to be mine." - said Ukra, stealing a glance at Y/n.

Russ scoffed. "If anything, she'll turn a disappointment like you. Father's favourite, who can't keep his country running without matushka running around doing your errands." - he laughed, and the whole room seemed to join him.

Y/n looked over to see Russ, his cold gaze glaring at his brother. Anger seemed to be taking over. Without much thinking, Y/n ran over.

"Don't listen to him... Please." - she looked at Russ with pleading eyes. He glared behind her, a death glare as cold as Siberian winter.

"Russ! Russ!" - she gently touched his chest, snapping him out of his trance. He glared at the woman who stood before him. Her long hair covering her shoulders and neck.

He spoke through gritted teeth, "Get. Out. Of. My. Way. Y/n." - she frowned and stood her ground. "Russ, no." - she said. "I told you to move. Don't make me move you." - he said.

Her eyes widened, but she only crossed her arms. "You're only proving he's right, Russ. Stop thinking like you're drunken on Vodka and think!"

She said slightly louder, obviously annoyed.

Russ scoffed, moving her to the side regardless of her words. He moved and punched Ukra in the face.

His mother, obviously watching beside Y/n and Brittany. "Won't anyone do something?!" - Y/n asked worried.

"Don't worry, Russ will be fine, he'll let go of it after a short while, meanwhile, I've got to speak to Brittany, and seeing the way you reacted when my son was about to become violent, and the way you stood your ground..."

She went quiet, the two males taking up everyone's attention. She smiled, "Brittany and I believe you and Russ would be a match made in heaven. We believe you will be able to lead him onto the right path. Which is why we'll arrange for the two of you to marry." - she said.

Y/n was at a loss for words, but more importantly, she now knew she just got her hands filled with putty she'd have to shape into a ruler worthy of the Russian land.

"Do not worry, he'll surely come around, he just isn't used to anyone being sentimental towards him and vice versa." - Natalia explained.

"Indeed, Russ is a good friend of mine, my child, and I know he can be temperamental, but I believe that you should be able to handle him just fine. Believe me, he's gentle with what he cares for." - Brittany said.

Y/n looked over to the two women, only to notice they exited the room.

She turned around to see a bloody and badly beaten Ukraine, Russ stood above him and spat onto him as he turned around, wiping blood off of his mouth.

"Russ..." - she mumbled as she felt sudden heat rush to her cheeks. "Come on." - he walked up to her and gripped her wrist tightly.

"W-Where are we going?!" - she tried to pull out of his grasp, only to have his grip tighten and tug harder.

She didn't call for help, but the sight of Ukraine of the floor, probably close to death. She looked forward to seeing Russ was covered in blood almost from head to toe...

She gulped, "This is going to be a long day..."