Mother Knows Best (Russia x Reader)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝘁𝐞𝗿 𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐈

A gust of wind set in motion the white, long hair of the girl lying in a field full of wheat. The head of the white-haired girl was lying on the arms crossed behind her head, and the long, golden blade of wheat in her mouth was also blowing with her hair.

"Wow, I was right" she muttered to herself sarcastically, sighing deeply and turning to the left side "Who would have thought being alone with myself is so much better than those damn feasts with these Russian and German perverts"The sun shone on her closed eyes, irritating her, but not to the point where she couldn't get through it.

The echo of the wind bounced against her back, cooling it pleasantly. A perfect day to lie and meditate in solitude, talking shit about all the other countries under her nose. How much Poland pretended to be an energetic lover with larger breasts than her head in front of the others, in fact, she never liked anyone she talked to, played with, drank and ate at one table.

Her father was an incredibly famous man, with incredibly long lists of people whom Poland had to somehow match. Unfortunately, the facts took such a turn that she was forced to pretend to be a stupid blonde in front of these people to suit them.

As you can already guess, most of these people were older men with an attraction to younger, grey-eyed girls who would pull their dresses up at the slightest nod of theirs. But, fortunately or unfortunately, the white-haired girl has long come to terms with her fate of pretending to be someone she was not, to suck up and "accidentally" bend down for a previously fallen napkin in front of important allies and potential colleagues for her father. She had to play such a role in this theatre.

But how rude a man her father must have seemed for forbidding his only daughter to prove he had a brain – the man hated himself for it all his life. Many times he tried to convince Poland to stop such behaviour, that she no longer cares what people think of them, that he understood his mistake of worrying about the slightest nod of someone.

He was afraid, indeed, he was terrified to the bone for his child and her future.

It has happened during the partitions, Poland was not officially on the map, it was treated as a province in Germany, Austria, and Russia. Later, however, thanks to the help of her old man, it began to somewhat exist as a legitimate country – though unfortunately, it was still called "a province". It was an issue that everyone knew about, but no one dared to take up the topic as a topic of conversation. The girl sighed, once again remembering her father and his fighting spirit.

It was depressing to think what both the German, Austrian and Russian Empires had to stab him in the back to break him so severely internally and externally. Especially in his last years of life, as if all his trauma had gathered in a pile, to destroy him irreversibly. Though maybe it was rather convenient for him then? In fact, after he "went mad", he began to respond more aggressively to the attacks of three nations, who then held him on a leash with a belt in their stern hands.

This weakened the enemies to such an extent that Austria withdrew completely from the southern territories, giving the territories back to Poland. Thus, a tiny patch full of fields, blood, and alcohol in the rivers began to be written on the maps. However, not as a country, but as a territory of SOMEONE ELSE. Like Greenland.

All RON's once praised and admired fighting spirit, all the years of anger, all the fury he had harboured towards his pursuers poured out of his wounds onto the battlefield. What stunned everyone, in fact, most countries were firmly convinced that RON would never return to the maps and would never fight for its home again after what had happened, things every country considered as a horrific nightmare.

As he was dying, an amazing number of people began to notice what had happened, but again, no one had the guts to help or even bring up the topic. Everyone tried to forget about it, despite the remorse for just this act. Nobody had the balls to do anything and let him die.

The Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth was truly unique. Not like this mendacious Poland. "What a pathetic day", her grey-eyed eyes widened as she heard the footsteps behind her, anticipating who the visitor might be, her guts began boiling like red borscht on a burner.

A soldier appeared, "My lady, you have visitors." he said, a stern look on his face. "It seems they come from your cousin, Master Rossiya." he said, standing before her.

Poland did not have the slightest desire to respond to the soldier, therefore she began to pretend that she had fallen asleep, in order to have a moment of peace she could enjoy.

"It's a woman." he said.