Hetalia x Reader One Shots

AphNyo!Belarus x Fem!Reader: Kindness

Nikolai's Pov

I force myself to stumble in through the howling, icy wind caused by an unnecessary blizzard. My vision was a mixture white and red. The white, probably being snow and the red, blood from the wound on my left temple. My thoughts were drunken and hazy. Why was I like this again? Oh yeah, I remember now.

Flashback

"I am sorry little brother. I will not marry you." My older sister denied my marriage proposal. Don't look at me like that! Anya was the first person to ever show me kindness. I wanted to protect her forever in return. Her rejection stung me like a wasp. I stormed out of the house and onto the streets with anger and hurt.

"Sir, are you alright?" A young girl asked. At the time, I just guessed it was a girl. I didn't care enough to look. I pushed her aside violently, knocking her to the ground.

I headed straight to the bar. I ordered vodka. Once I finished my glass I asked for more. And more. And more. A young man snickered at me.

"Got dumped buddy?" He asked. The men around him laughed. Fueled on alcohol and rage I punched him, square in the face. He yelled out insults and hit me with a bottle. My vision blurred slightly. I took out my knife and stabbed his clavicle. The men around us jumped at me and started beating me. I managed to stumble out of the bar, unsure of where I was going.

Back to the present

I groaned. Nowhere to go, in the freezing bitter cold. I fell to the ground trying to get back up in vain. I saw a silhouette of probaby a girl, headed towards me. My vision got dark and I black out.

Time skip

I woke up on a soft couch with blankets covering me. To my side was a warm, blazing fire.

"Oh, you're awake. That's wonderful sir." A familiar voice said. Said voice belonged to a young girl in a (f/c) lace dress that reached the top of her knees. She made her way towards me, carrying a tray with some hot tea. I sat up and gave her a guarded look.

"You should lie back down, you were hurt pretty bad." That's when I noticed the bandage on my left temple.

"I made some tea, would you like some?" She asked. Why was her voice so familiar?

"Sir, are you alright?" Wait. 

Sir, are you alright?

She was the girl I pushed earlier. That was when I noticed the bandage on her upper arm. I hurt her, why is she taking me in? It dawned to me, it must be a trap. I tried to get up, but she pushed me down.

"My apologies sir, but you really must rest." I glared at her. She chuckled.

"I'm (f/n) (l/n) by the way." Her last name, I didn't like it. It didn't suit her in my opinion.

"Nikolai Arlovski" I grunted.

"Nikolai Arlovski" She repeated. "I like it! So, would you like some tea, Mr Arlovski?"

I shook my head. "Call me Nikolai" Now that I actually got a close look at her, I realized that she was very beautiful. (h/l), (h/c) hair, (e/c) eyes were the perfect combination of sweet and captivating. She had this certain attitude that fit her well. She'd make a perfect wife.

"Nikolai, your face is red, are you feeling ill?" (f/n) placed the back of her head on my forehead. I shook my head.

"I am fine."

"Oh that's a relief. So, Nikolai, what were you doing out in a blizzard." I decided to tell part of the truth.

"I was in a fight at a bar." She tilted her head, looking adorable.

"You don't seem like the type to lose to some drunk man. And you don't look like the type that gets drunk easily either. You must've drank a lot. "

"Why do you care, ідыёт?[1]"

"Why wouldn't I?" Was she really that innocent? That kindhearted? To someone who pushed her aside when she offered help? No, she must've been up to something. I had to figure out what.

"Because I knocked you down on the snow! That bandage on your arm is proof! Why are you helping me? What revenge are you planning?" I yelled. She looked down, smiling with pink dusting her cheeks.

".....When I saw the pain in your eyes, I just knew...... I couldn't leave you like that..... That's a pain no soul should ever suffer. When you pushed me aside, I knew it was because you're hurting. I wanted to help. I still do, Nikolai Arlovski. " She looked up at me with a genuine smile.

Was she really telling the truth? I needed to know more about her. I huffed and looked away.

"I am going home now." I stood up and walked to the door.

"Wait!" She grabbed my hand. "Are you sure you can get home safely?" I nod, pull my hand away and leave.

I made my way home, my sister's rejection didn't seem to hurt anymore. In fact, my plans to marry my sister started to seem ridiculous. When I entered my house, surprisingly, I was welcomed with hugs and apologies. They were all worried. Even the three nervous servants showed relief at my safety. However, none of this mattered to me. (f/n) became my new obsession. I needed to know her plans for revenge. I had to find out what made her tick.

And then, I wanted to make her mine.
Whether her intentions were to deceive me or not.

Time skip and pov change

It was a day after I met the strange man named Nikolai. I paced around my room.

Is he alright? What if he was still drunk? What if got hurt again? What if he went back to the bar? My concern grew until I heard the front door open.

I live alone....

I raced to the door, wondering who had entered my home. It was him, Nikolai. He came in, closed the door, and looked around the house.

"Nikolai! What are you doing?" He didn't respond. He grabbed a photo of me and my friend, Tino.

"Who is this?" He asked, his face showing.... annoyance maybe? I couldn't tell.

"Oh, that's a friend of mine."

"Do you love him?"

What?

"Umm. As a friend I guess... and even if I did love him that way, he has a boyfriend." What a random question to ask. I was about to ask him if he needed anything when I found myself pinned against the wall. And a knife to my neck.

"Why did you help me? What are you plans? There is no way that you would show me such kindness. " His eyes were intimidating, but somehow, I wasn't afraid.

"I already told you, I wanted to help." My voice was calm and I didn't dare break eye contact.

"I do not believe you."

"Fine. I'll make you believe." I grabbed his knife, threw it to the floor, grabbed him by the collar and kissed him. My face was probably as red as a tomato, if not then redder. It took him a second, but he kissed back, quickly taking dominance. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I threw my arms around his neck. Without permission, he snaked his tongue in my mouth, causing my face to grow a dark shade of crimson. When we pulled apart for air, I smirked.

"Do you believe me now?" He nodded.

"You are mine now. Only mine."

"I'm fine with that. Just know that you're mine" It seemed to surprise him, but he nodded.

"One day, your name will be (f/n) Arlovski"

"(f/n) Arlovski" I repeated. "I like it!"