Change of Heart - Yuri Plisetsky x Reader

Chapter Two

"Russia?!" I cried, mid-kick, unsure whether I should feel elated at the opportunity to explore or enraged that they hadn't bothered to tell me sooner. "We're doing the competition in Russia?"

The boards I was aiming at fell away cleanly as I struck, and I decided that rage towards my parents felt much better than some half-assed attempt at being excited.

"We thought you might be upset," My dad said, trying to help cool down the situation. "We didn't really know how to tell you."

They were both trying to console me, but in the heat of the moment I could barely hear them. How was I supposed to adjust to Russia? For five months?!

"What am I supposed to do about school? I can't just skip for five months!" Winter vacation only went from mid-December to early January, so for the rest of the time I would be missing out on important stuff.

"We worked something out for that," My mother said quickly, relief evident in her voice. "Your teachers will be posting all of your homework digitally, and you can do all of your work there until we come back."

Clearly, she was hoping this would bring me some relief, but it didn't change the fact that she had just given me the news that I would be moving to an entirely different country without any notice.

"So, when do we leave?" I asked, pouting, somehow holding a faint hope that guilt-tripping them would cause them to change their minds.

"We've been looking for flights, and the earliest one we could find was for December eighth," My mom stated, giving me an apologetic, puppy-eyes stare that I despised. "Though we may want to pick one later than that... We'll need time to pack, and we haven't even thought about what we'll do about the house while we're gone-"

"All I asked was when we're leaving!" I snapped, cutting her off and storming towards the door. Even before I'd said it, I'd begun to feel guilty, but the fact that they had sprung this information on me so suddenly made it fade a bit.

"You shouldn't talk to your mother like that," My father warned sternly. "It's not her fault, or mine. Neither of us wanted this. We just found out tonight, okay?"

I could see where he was coming from, but at the moment I was so mad that it didn't matter to me whether they'd known about it or not.

"That doesn't make me feel any better, okay?" I shouted, already halfway out the door. "This is so unfair!"

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Over the course of the next few days, I packed furiously. It was a bit difficult to decide exactly what to put away, so I ended up packing a bunch of stuff that I probably wouldn't need; I packed a whole suitcase filled with nothing but posters and books. I don't even want to get started on all the clothes I was taking with me.

On one of the last days I would spend at home for the next several months, I was met with quite a lovely surprise. I hadn't been talking to my parents more than I had to up until that point; I knew by now that my initial reaction was slightly unreasonable, given the circumstances, but this whole ordeal still made me upset. So, when my mother approached me while I was still busily checking and double checking all of my luggage, I felt the urge to simply get up and walk away.

This would've gotten me into huge trouble, however, so instead, I sat silently and listened.

"(Y/n)?" She said hesitantly, approaching me with caution as though I was a ticking time bomb. "I found out some information that might make you feel a bit better about this whole Russia trip."