The Miracle of the 11:11 Wish

Reader x Latvia - More than Family

"Vell, (Name)? Is zhere anyvone you vish to stay vith?"

"Um, n-not off the top of my head no. Could you give me a minute to think about it?" you asked shyly.

Germany nodded and made his way back to his assigned seat. He also made it a point to pull Italy along with him since he was once again clinging to your side. You laughed a little at how Italy was crying at how Germany was being mean. Everyone else in the room just rolled their eyes and shook their heads at him.

Turning your attention back to the task at hand, you began to think of who you wished to stay with. Each countries' name popped in your head, but as you glanced over each of them you didn't feel a pull to any of them. None seemed to catch your interest at this moment of time, probably due to how in shock you still were. The countries seemed to be growing more impatient as the seconds ticked by, and you began to feel an annoyed pressence to your left.

You turned your gaze in that direction only to jump in fright in your chair. Russia had on his signature smile, but the aura around him confirmed that he was not happy with the situation. Even the Baltics that were sitting next to him were cowering in fear.

"M-Mr. Russia...Is s-something wrong?" Latvia asked in a stuttered breath.

You looked to Latvia as he continued to quiver at Russia's side. His short, curly blond hair shook as he quivered, and his violet eyes seemed to hold a bit of fear in them. His maroon uniform stood out amongst the other nations, but one thing kind of caught your eye. He looked rather young to be in the world meeting, but you knew from the show that he was older than he looked.

"Da, the little sunflower is taking quite a long time to make her choice," He answered with that same smile.

"Don't rush her, Russia. It's her choice!" England tried to counter back.

"You have problem with dat?"

England shrunk back in fear as Russia glared at him, shaking his head frantically.

"Good. She can come work for me till spell is done, da?"

"Umm," Germany tried to speech, but was currently at a loss for words. Even he wouldn't dare stand up against Russia when the country got mad.

Without waiting for a reply, Russia got up from his spot, walked over to you, and grabbed your hand. He stood you up and began to walk you out of the room.

"R-Russia! Wait for us!" Estonia called out as he and the other two countries quickly followed suite.

None of the other countries dared to speak out against Russia's sudden actions as not one got up from their chairs. You caught one last glimpse at England, who in turn gave you an apologizing look. You had a gut feeling that even if England finished the spell, Russia would not let you leave so easily.

You tried to keep up with Russia as he made long strides to the door, but he was walking a bit faster than you could keep up with.

"M-Mr. Russia, slow down. You are hurting Ms. (Name)," Latvia's small voice spoke up from behind you.

He wasn't lying either. Your arm felt like it was going to be pulled right out of your shoulder as he continued to drag you along. Russia seemed to ignore Latvia's request, but you glanced back and mouth a thank you to him. You could see his cheeks turn a bit pink, and his mouth curved up to smile a bit.

Russia must have gotten to the front door because all of a sudden you felt so cold. The freezing night air blew fiercely against you, and with only your pajamas on you felt the full brunt of it. Snow fell from the sky as quick as rain, leaving behind an icy touch wherever they fell. That fact that you only had on socks didn't help either, for the second you stepped outside you felt like you were walking through a puddle. Your socks became instantly soaked and this only made you feel colder than you already were.