Mother Knows Best (Russia x Reader)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝘁𝐞𝗿 𝐗𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈

However, as soon as the night had approached, Y/n made her way out of her room through the window. With a little help, she changed into a suit she got from her mother for her birthday, those same words ringing in her ears.

"I don't know when you'll need this suit, but by all means, accept it, it's from me and I want you to have it. It was your dad's once, and I want you to have it. I'm sure it will come in handy someday, especially if you marry a dangerous country or something of the sort."

The memory was still vivid in Y/n's mind, so much so that when she was putting the suit on, she realized that it was perfect for her, she guessed her dad knew he'd have a daughter such as herself.

However, this made her realize something... "Wow, this suit fits me perfectly. I guess my dad knew I would have his body physique." She chuckled softly to herself. She paused for a moment. Before realizing something... Wait, does that mean I'm also going to bald like him?" She looked at her head, her hair still in place, "Oh well, at least I'll look sharp doing it."

She snorted, France really was a great dad. "Thanks dad..." she mumbled to herself, as she made her way out of her room through the window, her mind filled with excitement and anticipation. She had seen the golden field during the day, a place where the sun's rays hit the grass in such a way that it looked like it was made of gold. She had always wanted to see it for herself, back when Russ was telling her about it, and now, as the night approached, she felt this would be a great new adventure for her.

As she reached the golden field, she couldn't help but be awed by the beauty of the place. The grass was illuminated by the moonlight, making it look like a sea of silver. She walked around, taking in the sights and sounds of the place, feeling a sense of wonder and contentment. She hoped that Poland would also appear so that she wouldn't be the only one outside. She didn't want to be alone, she wanted to share this experience with someone else. She walked through the field, before reaching her.

Poland was upset with her own behaviour, she did not comprehend how miraculously her stupidity led her to the place where she is now. The girl was sitting among the wheat, looking at the flashing constellations above her, wondering if her gut feeling, her trust, had led her astray. Her soul was drilling left and right in the company of Y/n, as if she were glad to see her, as if her insides purred like a sleeping bear at her sight.

Unfortunately, Poland did not have trousers other than her pyjamas trousers, so she sat in the cold darkness in her pyjamas, white as a tablecloth. The weapon lay beside her right hand was barely covered with wheat. The moon turned blue, so the light falling on the field painted the golden plants green.

The girl grabbed her calf and squeezed in nervousness, once again having doubts in her strange feeling towards Y/n. In truth, it wasn't abnormal for her to have doubts about her feelings, thoughts, and beliefs – but most of the time she just gave up, finishing whatever her brain enzymes started to produce at the very beginning "Damn..." she muttered.

Today, however, for the first time, she grasped the scythe firmly and lifted it up.

She continued to justify her behaviour, "Y/n?" a faint voice sounded, and she lifted her head with long, straight hair towards the sound.

Suspiciously, she lifted her body, tensing the muscles under her pyjamas. Her father alerted her to the slightest suspicions, which is why Poland had already been programmed in her brain to choose an escape route when an unfamiliar figure waved over the horizon. One step, then a second, third and fourth, the blonde approached the sound source noiselessly.

She held her breath, squeezed her hands and frowned ... when she suddenly saw a girl whose doubts in trust were seething in the centre of Poland's head "Y/n, no one followed you?" she asked right away, wasting no second of time.