Mother Knows Best (Russia x Reader)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒

Russ kept dragging the poor girl all the way to the entrance of the Grand Hall. "Russ! Russia! Let me go!" - she screamed, only to be pulled and pushed up against the door.

"I've won you fair and square. I've beaten the living hell out of my brother. You don't get to go anywhere."

She blushed as he suddenly leaned in. "I own you." - he spoke through gritted teeth.

She shook in fear, watching as the male moved off her. "Come now." - he said. Pulling her away from the door and opening it.

The sky was changing many colours as the sun was setting in the evening sky. Y/n wanted to scream for help, but she couldn't bring herself to do so.

She ended this way thanks to herself not thinking at all. How ironic, and she was the one who told Russ to start thinking with his head.

Finally, a coach pulled up and Russ opened the door. "Get in." - he said coldly.

Y/n noticed his patience was thin, so she, as gracefully as she could, got inside the coach.

Her body felt cold, as she had not brought her coat along, having left it at home.

She could feel her teeth starting to chatter. She didn't dare look at Russ. But it seemed he wasn't as brainless as his brother, Ukraine, made him seem.

She could feel a hot coat land around her shoulders. Placed there by Russ' big, rough hands. She could feel herself blushing brightly from how warm they were.

The male had an emotionless expression as he shouted to the driver to get the coach to move in the direction of home.

Y/n felt content but confused at the same time. "Russ..." - she mumbled. He slowly turned to her, his face covered in blood, his body slowly starting to bruise.

She, thankfully, had her small purse on her, she pulled out a handkerchief and carefully approached the male.

He didn't move, but he sighed deeply as her gentle fingers touched his face. Like a beast of sorts, his large chest seemed to deflate as Y/n's gentle hands wiped the fresh blood off of his face with the handkerchief.

"Why did you act on impulse...? Why wouldn't you listen--" - she was cut off by Russ grabbing her wrist hard.

"You don't get to tell me what to do. I am my own person. I don't need you to tell me what to do."

She was speechless as she looked at him. "I know what's best for me... In turn, I know what's best for you."

His grip lessened. "Now, will you stop being so damn sentimental? I do not need a weak wife. I already know they'll probably make you marry me, you might as well act like a wife to me."

Her breath hitched in her throat, she watched him in disbelief. Such a harsh and cold tone. She felt her already weak heart weaken a bit more.

She moved her hands away moments after he released her.

She sat across from him, still covered by his coat. She didn't look at him, anger filled her being.

Anger... slowly turned to sadness. And sadness to loneliness. She felt it. She was lonely in this coach.

She didn't look up, but she didn't need to, she knew he was looking everywhere but at her.

She curled up into the coat, enjoying the warmth while she still had it.

Looking through the window, her head lowered down in shame.

She felt a stray tear leave her eye, falling down her left cheek.

She wiped it away with the handkerchief, only to smear a bit of blood onto her face.

Russ glanced to see, tears... Tears...

She was crying. He thought to himself of what he could possibly do... Should he do anything? He never knew the right words. Being his father's eldest, he was always isolated from his siblings... All the way up until his father died.

When he was reintroduced to normal societies, he never knew how to act when someone was sad, angry or happy.

He saw tears finally leave her eyes, covering her cheeks. She wiped the tears with her handkerchief, he wanted to help...

... But he had no idea how. He thought of gestures which could make her smile... But this was no laughing matter... at least he thought so. He still wanted to be somewhat decent, to the bare minimum, however.

He decided to ignore her quiet sniffles and tears. In the hope to get over it and come home soon.

Y/n began to calm down as she heard the driver stop the coach. She looked over to see Russ stand up as much as he could, he was quite tall, after all. He opened the door of the coach and walked out.

"Come on. We're here." - he scoffed.