Mother Knows Best (Russia x Reader)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝘁𝐞𝗿 𝐗𝐋

Russ and Y/n were situated in a small town, just outside the walls of the grand palace. Russ was worried about seeing his uncle again, since his sons, Slovakia and Czech, were not too happy to see him the last time he saw them. 

"Russ, are you feeling alright?" she asked, to which the male looked at her, and her sweet luscious lips, he had only not realized how beautiful and kissable those lips were, he almost felt ashamed to even think of kissing them. 

"I am fine," he muttered, looking at her, and trying to hold back his blushing face, Y/n didn't seem to say anything in turn, and you decided to let it go. As for her, she wasn't too sure that she should have much to do with how Russ felt, as she wanted to give him a chance to openly say how he felt himself. 

They stood like that together, the silence between them didn't seem all that terrible, it was simple, they had not done this before, and it truly made both of them feel comfortable in the other's presence. 

She went to speak, her lips parting, but before she could utter but a single sound, she was stopped, "Don't," he said, quite sternly. "Whatever you wanted to say, don't," he went quiet again for a moment or two, "I'm enjoying this..." he mumbled the last part, making her blush. 

The warm rays of the afternoon sun bathed the small town, casting a golden hue on the cobblestone streets and quaint buildings. Russ and Y/n remained locked in serene silence, basking in each other's company. The tension that once weighed heavily on Russ seemed to dissipate, replaced by a newfound sense of tranquillity.

They stood side by side, their shoulders almost touching, as they gazed out towards the grand palace. The towering walls of the palace seemed to symbolize the barriers they both carried within themselves, fears and uncertainties that had kept them apart for far too long. But at that moment, the walls seemed less daunting, almost conquerable.

As time passed, the hushed stillness was broken by the distant sound of paws padding against the ground. Misha, their loyal canine companion, bounded towards them. Her tail wagged furiously, and she panted with unrestrained joy.

Misha's presence brought a renewed liveliness to the scene. The bond between Russ and Y/n was momentarily interrupted, but their gazes lingered on one another, reflecting a shared understanding and a touch of affection. Their unspoken connection spoke volumes, weaving a tapestry of emotions that words struggled to convey.

Misha nuzzled against Russ's leg, demanding attention and affection. He crouched down to pat her, his warm smile radiating a genuine fondness. Y/n watched their interaction with a soft smile, appreciating the beauty of this simple moment. It was as if Misha had inadvertently reminded them of the joy that can be found in companionship, in the unwavering loyalty of a beloved friend.

Without a word, Y/n joined Russ in showering Misha with affectionate pats and scratches behind the ears. The trio stood there, in a silent harmony, embracing the shared warmth and contentment that permeated the air. In that fleeting instant, the worries of the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the pure bliss of the present.

They knew that eventually, conversations would unfold, and their hearts would find solace in one another's words. But for now, they allowed themselves to revel in the simplicity of this serene moment, grateful for the newfound connection they had discovered in each other's company.

It was only moments later that Poland walked up, "Russ, Y/n, we've been invited inside the castle walls," she said, and Russ took one glance at Y/n. His mind was almost blocked, but he knew that the romantic and wholesome moments would have to wait a little longer, just a little longer, "Let's go."

The four made their way to the grand palace walls, as a grand sound of music came from inside the palace. Orchestra playing, it seemed that a ball was ongoing in the palace.