Mother Knows Best (Russia x Reader)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝘁𝐞𝗿 𝐋𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈

As we made our way through the dense Northern Forest, the atmosphere seemed to mirror the tension between Soviet and me. Our escape from Russia had been fraught with danger and uncertainty, and the weight of our past haunted every step we took. Soviet had confessed his love for me, but my heart remained guarded, sceptical of his intentions.

As the leaves rustled in the cold breeze, I couldn't help but steal glances at Soviet, who now appeared lost in his own thoughts. He seemed distant, his once expressive eyes now guarded and unreadable. It was as if a chasm had opened between us, and I couldn't shake the feeling that he was hiding something from me.

"Soviet, are you sure this is the right path?" I asked cautiously, trying to break the stifling silence that hung between us.

He turned to me, his features hardened, "Yes, this is the only way out of Russia. We need to keep moving, Natalia."

His tone was curt, and I felt a pang of hurt deep within me. I wanted to trust him, to believe that he still loved me, but the walls he had erected around himself made it difficult to see the boy I had once known.

As we rode on, the treacherous terrain seemed to reflect the turmoil within my heart. I wanted to confront Soviet about his true identity, to demand answers, but fear held me back. I didn't want to lose him, and yet, I couldn't bear the thought of being deceived again.

In the distance, I spotted the border that marked our escape from Russia. The realization that our journey together was coming to an end filled me with a mix of relief and sorrow. I had hoped that this escape would bring us closer, but instead, it seemed to be pushing us further apart.

As we approached the border, I noticed Soviet growing weaker, his disguise as Jovan faltering. I knew that he couldn't maintain his facade for much longer. It was time for the truth to be revealed.

He glanced at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of resignation and relief. "I never meant to deceive you, Natalia," he confessed. "I wanted to protect you, to keep you safe from the dangers that surrounded us."

"You don't get to decide what's best for me," I retorted, my voice shaking with anger and hurt. "You lied to me, Soviet. How can I trust you now?"

He looked down, the weight of his actions heavy on his shoulders. "I know I made a mistake, but I love you, Natalia. I would do anything to keep you safe."

His words stirred conflicting emotions within me. Despite the hurt, I couldn't deny the love I still felt for him. But trust had been shattered, and rebuilding it would not be easy.

Before I could respond, a loud noise echoed through the forest, followed by the sound of galloping hooves. We were being pursued, and time was running out.

"We need to go, now!" Soviet urged, his disguise fading completely.

As we crossed the border into Belarus, a sense of liberation washed over me. The weight of our past in Russia had finally been lifted, and the land of Belarus offered a glimmer of hope and a chance for a new beginning. Yet, as we approached Belarus' castle, uncertainty gnawed at my heart. What would await us here? How would Belarus react to his long-lost father?

As we rode through the castle gates, I couldn't help but notice the grandeur of the surroundings. The castle was a breathtaking display of architectural marvel, a testament to the power and prestige of its inhabitants. The courtyard bustled with activity, and I felt a mix of excitement and trepidation.

Belarus, our son, stood there in disbelief, his eyes wide with shock and wonder as he recognized Soviet. The years had been kind to Soviet; though we were both over a hundred years old, our immortality had preserved our youthful appearances.