Fictional Love X you

Workaholic. Russia/Ivan Braginsky X Chubby Reader

Translation: (Forgive me if the translation is incorrect since I used Google Translate.)

Solnishko - Little sun
Moya lyubov' - My love
Podsolnukh - Sunflower
Seychas - Now
Lev - Lion
Da - Yes

She adored her husband and everything he had done for them. Sure, he appeared to be a scary, intimidating man many had pitied her for marrying, but she did not mind. In her mind, she had such a thoughtful, compassionate, gentle giant. He would bring her a single sunflower every time he was away while explaining the meaning of the plant. It was really romantic, and she cherished those moments.

Poor baby even struggles to wake up in the morning, and it's so adorable~<3

Already out of bed and making breakfast, she notices he isn't up and climbs back into bed, wrapping her arms around his chest, feeling his warmth before waking him up. If she does not succeed, she'll physically drag him, propping Ivan upright in the bed, still in a daze with a bedhead and bedsheet creases on his face and body. This makes her chuckle before she walks out to the kitchen to finish packing his lunch.

Starting off his day, Ivan goes to his little sunflower, where he wraps his arms around her body and rests his chin on her head. He watches her do her morning routine before sadly groaning softly and leaving her there with a loving kiss on the forehead.

The whole cycle repeats again.

They had their own way of showing affection, which she didn't mind. But it became a problem when he became such a workaholic.

Crashing on the couch anytime he arrived home late and then left so early that she only ever saw him if she stayed up late. And that's a HARD, maybe.

And she didn't mind at first, not until it got in between her and her man's sex life. She needs her daily dose of vitamin D.

She missed the old days when he would sometimes bring her to the world meetings, sitting right on his lap. This was embarrassing since everyone was staring at them, but Ivan would calmly pet her head, giving her a reassuring smile while listening to all the countries' conversations.

He would even bring her a coloring book if the meeting were taking too long, or she'd be on her phone because if someone tried to talk to her like the last time, Mr. Russia himself would not hesitate to cut a bitch.

"Solnishko, I'm home..." Sluggishly, Ivan whispers, closing the door behind him.

The moment Ivan walks through the front door after being gone for two weeks, she could not have moved fast enough.

Running up and jumping into his arms, barely being caught, Ivan laughs slightly as she wraps her legs around his waist and buries her face in his neck. He thought she would be sleeping now since it was almost 4 in the morning.

Yet, knowing he was on his way after such a long job, she stayed up until she heard the door open. She just needed to be sure she wasn't imagining all this. Burying her face in the crook of his neck, she took a deep breath, inhaling his manly scent and the cologne he always wears while running her fingers through his blond locks.

"I missed you too, podsolnukh."

She couldn't even say anything, simply peppering kisses on his face. The smile on his face says it all: how happy he is to finally be home with his little sun that loves him dearly.

"Seychas, seychas, moya lyubov'," He says while setting her down on her feet but still keeping an arm around her waist for physical contact. "I need a nap before I can do any of that, little one." He softly smirks at her pouting lips and glistening eyes. He moved closer, as if about to kiss her, seeing her moving in to feel her husband warm lips against her, she close her eyes while prompting up on her tiptoes.