Mother Knows Best (Russia x Reader)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝘁𝐞𝗿 𝐗𝐈

The sight before him was angelic, almost. She lay with the dogs surrounding her in the guest bed.

He wanted to shout for the dogs to move it so that he can take their place. But with one nudge from Sergei...

... He realized he didn't have to. They slowly moved off the bed down to where their feet were. Russ mumbled, taking his shirt off.

He kept his pants on, taking his rightful place beside her. She must have instinctively snuggled closer to him. Her hand laid upon his scar.

His breath hitched. He felt his breath become uneven. He felt her press her cheek against his collarbone.

His cheeks felt hot. He knew he used her, he took advantage of her sleeping form. He moved his arms slowly around her to not wake her up.

But he feared how she'd react when she woke up. He tried moving back from her, only to have her pull him in closer. "Mmmm... Don't go..." - she mumbled.

"You're awake...?" - he gently mumbled as he wrapped his arms around her once more.

"Mhmm... I waited." - she pecked his cheek. "Why? I told you to be in our bedroom..." - he mumbled, slightly annoyed as well.

"Because I wanted to see if you'd come here. I knew you'd come to your bedroom. It's only logical." - she said, pressing her face into his chest.

"Why do you think Sergei didn't leave your side? He's a smart dog." - she said.

She suddenly felt his lips press on her head. "You're a smart woman." - he blurted out, he scoffed afterwards, feeling his cheeks heat up at the realization of what he said. 

"And you're a hothead." - she chuckled, and he sighed. He still held her close to him. Wishing that time would pass just a little faster. 

His heartbeat slowly went back to normal, and he felt himself become slightly drowsy. Probably because it was already past his usual bedtime. 

Gently rubbing Y/n's hair and back, the two fell into a deep slumber. Almost like a fairytale, they slept peacefully. 

Outside, the storm was rising. A snow blizzard hit the city, which all the country humans lived in. Everyone asleep had not even noticed that the blizzard had arrived, the only one who was still awake, however...

... was Ukraine. 

Pacing around his office, his fist met the hard maple surface of his office desk. "Damn it!" - he muttered. He looked at the image hanging on his wall. 

He walked up to it, a saddened expression on his face. "You were supposed to marry me... Since we were children... you were meant to marry me." - he muttered angrily, taking a knife and swiftly throwing it at the image of his brother on the other side of the room. 

"DAMN YOU RUSS! DAMN YOU AND THE DAY FATHER DECIDED THAT YOU WILL BRING HIM BACK TO LIFE!" - he shouted. His anger filled him to the point where he shredded the image of his brother that was on the wall. 

Ukra scoffed, walking over to the other side of the room dramatically, "You'll be my wife, even if I have to make him hurt you. I will stop him. Who even needs that old fart? He never did anything good for the family, only massacred me and my people!" 

He turned to where the image of his father, USSR, stood. "Damn you and the day you had created us. I'll make sure you never return. Russia will never get the chance to see you again. I won't let you hurt me again." - he scoffed. 

He took an axe he had randomly hanging off of his wall, and he threw it at the portrait of his father. The same one Russ had painted many years ago. 

"Damn you. Damn you, father." - he scoffed. He took a seat at his desk, angrily glaring at the image of his brother standing next to him and their mother sitting in front of them. A loud groan escaped his lips as he imagined her...

Y/n. He wanted her... he needed her. He wanted nothing more than to have her in his embrace and filled to the brim. He thought of how Russ was lucky. "Damn bastard... Getting everything. Even when it isn't his..." - he muttered. 

He felt a stray tear leave his eye as it slowly stains his cheek. "You were supposed to be mine... my little sunflower..." - he mumbled to himself. 

"I wish I could have been closer to you in our younger days... But you had to stay with that damn hag..." - he grumbled. Looking outside the window of his large office, the blizzard showed the spectre of his emotions which were swirling inside him. 

"I'll show you at the festival. You won't know what hit you." - he muttered with a proud smirk on his face. "I'll show them all what Ukraine is made of!" - he laughed evilly as he watched the blizzard outside become stronger and stronger.