Mother Knows Best (Russia x Reader)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝘁𝐞𝗿 𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈

Russ sighed as he sat down, four sets of eyes watching him. "Get the hell in." - he said, Sergei, Anastasia, Alexei and Misha entered the room. "Master Russ, we have seen things today." - said Sergei, Russ sighed. 

"I am well aware, I had seen her outside fighting my two idiotic brothers as well. I still cannot believe that this had happened." Sergei and the others watched him, their expressions showing sorrow and pity for their master. 

"Have you spoken to lady Natalia?" - asked Sergei, Russ scoffed, "I haven't had the time of day to talk to her. I am still trying to comprehend the fact I had found out both Y/n, and I have split personalities." - he said. 

Sergei watched along with the others, "What do you want us to do sir?" - asked Alexei, finally speaking up, "I want you to find that lawbook my mother keeps, I must know." - he said. With that, the dogs turned back and left, with Sergei taking one last look at his master. 

When Russ didn't turn at him to look, Sergei just ran. Russ sighed, thinking to his grandmother, Maria. He wondered why she couldn't have stayed longer... He sighed deeply, looking up at the clock, ten minutes to eleven. He thought perhaps he could take a stroll to his bedroom. 

Their bedroom. A soft sigh escaped his lips once more as he thought of the truth if they married, could this mean the doom of his mother... He needed this book. "Damn it..." - he muttered, "All those damn answers are in that book, the lawbook, there has to be something..." 

He groaned, "Well I'll be damned if things don't go to hell." - he chuckled, a memory of his grandfather moving through his head, He could remember him oh so clearly. 

"𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚢𝚊, 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚎." - he said, Russ could remember him, "Old geezer." - he chuckled, walking slowly towards the room, he could hear something, like smaller, softer footsteps. A soft sound of the door being shut could be heard. Russ' eyes widened. 

"Had she been listening?" - he thought to himself. He decided not to run to check, maybe he was mistaken. He didn't know what to do while she might have been aware of Sergei and the others. The only thing he could do was hope that she had not seen or heard anything. 

He came to the door and opened it, finding a curious sight. She stood at the window. "I said eleven." - she said. She didn't turn around to look at him. But he knew, she was not pleased, not in the least. He stood, internally scolding himself. 

"I cannot be weaker than some woman! I am Rossiya, I am the son of Soviet, the greatest ruler since Russian Empire had ruled."  - he scoffed as he saw she had turned around, her eyes glowing again. The golden glow made Russ frown, "What in the hell..." - no sooner she was able to knock him onto his back. 

"𝚈𝚘𝚞, 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚍. 𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚢𝚊." - she scoffed as she slapped him across the cheek, she stood tall above him. "𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚒𝚝. 𝚂𝚗𝚊𝚙 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠!" - he shouted at her, and in an instant, she dropped to the floor. 

He checked her pulse, a soft sigh escaping his lips. He lifted her off of the floor, bruises visible on her wrists from where she had been held earlier today, her body was cold, not as cold as death, but once he saw that the fire had gone out, he knew. 

As he placed her down on the bed, he watched her oh so carefully, looking for any sort of clue as to what his split personality was looking for, if he could really call it that. He wasn't sure if those were split personalities, but nonetheless, he'd find out.