Mother Knows Best (Russia x Reader)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝘁𝐞𝗿 𝐗𝐋𝐈

Y/n's eyes widened, her heart racing as the implications sank in. "T-Teresa? As in... Mother Teresa?" she stammered, her voice laced with astonishment.

The maid waved a dismissive hand, her expression filled with playful mockery. "Oh, ah, right! Aunt Teresa became a nun," she remarked with a nonchalant shrug. "Psh, she wasted her opportunity to marry a nice, rich king, if you ask me. The king of Croats is quite a handsome man. Although his daughter, Croatia... she's the one who would have appreciated Teresa as her own mother more than anything," she added with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

Y/n furrowed her brow, her mind spinning with newfound information. Before she could delve deeper into her inquiries, the maid interrupted her, cutting her off abruptly. "You've found out way too much already," she cautioned, her tone tinged with a sense of urgency. 

"If you get out of this place alive, just go to the king of Croats. You know, where your lover's uncle, Yugo, used to rule. They're supposed to be there. You'll find Tatjana there and reunite with her. Just... be careful," she concluded, her words carrying a mix of warning and genuine concern. "You're my two cousins I didn't get to bond with yet, and I'd like to."

With those cryptic words hanging in the air, the maid departed, leaving Y/n to ponder the weight of her revelations. She stood there, feeling a strange mix of urgency and anticipation building within her, a yearning to uncover the truth that lay hidden within her past.

As the door swung open, Y/n turned her attention to the entrance, where none other than Russ stepped into the room. The sight of each other seemed to render them momentarily speechless, their cheeks flushed with a delicate shade of pink.

"Ah, your majesty, go on in. Your sweetheart is ready!" the maid announced with a warm smile, stepping aside to allow Russ to approach. Her words held a playful teasing undertone, adding to the blush that painted both their faces.

Y/n's gaze met Russ's, an unspoken understanding passing between them. At that moment, their connection seemed to transcend the confines of the grand palace walls, their hearts entwined in a dance of uncertainty and budding affection.

Anticipation coursed through Y/n's veins as she awaited Russ's reaction to her appearance. Would he compliment her? Would he acknowledge the effort she had put into her attire? To her surprise, as the door closed behind the departing maid, Russ took a deliberate step toward her, his eyes fixed on her intently. He reached out and gently clasped her hand in his, his touch both tender and firm.

"You look beautiful..." Russ began, his voice trailing off momentarily before a mischievous glint danced in his eyes. "...for a brat," he added his words carrying a teasing edge.

Y/n's breath hitched, her eyes widening in disbelief. The intended jest hit her with unexpected force, fuelling a surge of anger. With a gasp, she swiftly brought her hand up and delivered a sharp slap to Russ's cheek, the sound echoing in the room.

Russ's initial surprise was quickly replaced by uncontrollable laughter. His amusement reverberated through the air, filling the space with a rare vulnerability. The sound was infectious, causing Y/n's anger to waver, her lips curving into a reluctant smile despite herself.

Regaining his composure, Russ sighed, his grip tightening around Y/n's waist. "I was merely messing with you, my dear," he confessed, his voice laced with sincerity.

As Y/n's hands rested on Russ's chest, her blush persisted, her emotions caught in a whirlwind of uncertainty. Russ leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. "You cannot lie that you enjoy my teasing," he murmured, his words tinged with a mixture of playfulness and affection.