Mother Knows Best (Russia x Reader)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝘁𝐞𝗿 𝐋𝐗

As the day of our wedding approached, an air of mystery surrounded the announcement of additional guests. Neither Y/n nor I were given any clues as to who these guests might be, and the uncertainty only added to the anticipation and nerves building up within me.

On the morning of our wedding, I found myself separated from Y/n, as tradition dictated that the groom should not see the bride until the ceremony. I was led to a spacious room, and there I was met by Serbia and Sweden, two individuals who couldn't be more different from each other.

Serbia, a brash and lively soldier, seemed to take delight in teasing me. "Nervous, Russ?" he asked with a smirk. "I never thought I'd see the day when the stoic prince would get hitched."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. "I am not nervous," I replied coolly. "I simply prefer to focus on the task at hand."

Serbia chuckled, patting my back roughly. "Well, don't worry. It'll all be over soon, and then you'll be officially tied to Y/n for eternity."

I sighed, wondering why I had allowed Serbia to be part of my wedding preparations. His presence was hardly calming.

Sweden, on the other hand, stood by silently, his icy blue eyes scanning the room with detachment. As a prince, he had an air of nobility and reserve about him that often made others uneasy.

"Is there something on your mind, Sweden?" I asked, hoping to elicit some response from him.

He turned his gaze to me, his expression unreadable. "Just observing," he replied in a monotone voice. "Your marriage to Y/n will have political implications, and I am merely assessing the situation."

I frowned, not entirely sure what he meant. "What do you mean by political implications?"

Sweden shifted his weight slightly, his hands clasped behind his back. "As a prince, your marriage will affect the dynamics between our countries. It's crucial to ensure that it is a beneficial alliance."

I nodded, understanding his point. The politics surrounding royal marriages were complex, and I knew that our union would have far-reaching consequences beyond just our personal happiness.

As the preparations continued, Serbia's boisterous nature provided a stark contrast to Sweden's quiet and distant demeanor. They were an odd pair, but somehow they seemed to balance each other out.

Serbia picked up a brush and began to groom my hair with an exaggerated flourish. "You know, Russ, you're one lucky guy," he said with a grin. "Y/n is stunning, and she's got a fire in her that can match even the fiercest warriors."

I couldn't help but smile at the mention of Y/n. "Yes, she is quite remarkable," I admitted, my thoughts drifting to her warm smile and spirited personality.

Sweden observed our exchange with detached interest, seemingly uninterested in participating in the banter. "Remember, Russ," he interjected, "your role as a prince goes beyond personal feelings. You must consider the long-term implications of this marriage."

His words were a reminder that as a prince, my decisions carried significant weight and responsibility. While I was deeply in love with Y/n, I couldn't afford to let sentiment cloud my judgment.

As the time to walk down the aisle drew near, I found myself growing increasingly anxious. I longed to see Y/n, to look into her eyes and exchange vows that would bind us together forever.

"Are you alright, Prince Russ?" Serbia asked, breaking the silence that had settled over the room.

I nodded, trying to mask my nerves with a composed expression. "I'm fine," I replied, my voice steady. "Just eager to see Y/n."

Serbia grinned, clapping me on the back once more. "Don't worry, she'll be there. And believe me, she'll take your breath away."

His words did little to ease my anxiety, but I appreciated his attempt to lighten the mood. Sweden, on the other hand, remained stoic and silent, his eyes carefully observing our interactions.

As the time for the wedding ceremony approached, I felt a mixture of excitement and apprehension. The thought of finally marrying Y/n filled me with joy, but the weight of my responsibilities as a prince weighed heavily on my mind.

"You're about to become a married man, Russ," Serbia said with a mischievous grin. "You're officially off the market."

I couldn't help but chuckle at his teasing. "I suppose I am," I replied, a genuine smile tugging at the corners of my lips.

"And you're marrying the most incredible person," Serbia continued, his voice turning more sincere. "Y/n is strong, kind, and has a heart of gold. You're a lucky man."

I nodded, my thoughts once again drifting to Y/n. She truly was everything I could have ever hoped for in a partner and more. Her unwavering support and love had been a constant source of strength for me.

As the time for the wedding ceremony drew nearer, I found myself growing more eager to see Y/n. I knew that once we exchanged our vows, our lives would be forever intertwined, and I couldn't wait to begin this new chapter together.

When the moment finally arrived, and I stood at the altar, waiting for Y/n to appear, my heart pounded in my chest. I could hardly contain my excitement as I imagined her walking towards me, looking radiant in her wedding dress.

As the grand doors finally opened, they revealed...