Russia x reader (maybe lemon?)

Chapter 1 ~ Chores

Y/n POV

(Country/name)....is the name that my country has been given. I'm a small piece of land in between Lithuania and Poland that's technically considered......well....I'm not sure. My father, England (or Britain or whatever the hell he wants me to call him) hasn't told me. I found out I was land of another country years ago and I asked him then, but he either didn't give me a clear answer or just make up an excuse to leave.

Anyways, if you couldn't guess, I'm a country! Unlike Sealand who keeps on bugging me since I'm new. Father wasn't always here to take care of me as a child so my geographical neighbors took care of me while he was away. Me and uncle Po and uncle Lulu (that's Lithuania by the way) had great times playing together. But time went by fast and i apparently aged up to be a very mature lady...according to father, france (who i think is my father's lover? im not sure), uncle Po, and lots....and lots....of others.

Oh! My human name is (Y/n) by the way! Hi!!

On my 20th birthday I got to see beyond Europe! I stepped over the boarders of Latvia earlier and uncle Lulu and uncle Po told me to stay away from that side. When I looked across the boarder all I could see was snow. What's so harmful about snow? I grew up in snow, so there shouldn't be anything keeping me from going there. Technically my father is in control of that land so since im his daughter I have the right to go over there right??? Oh well....at least I got my candy from Estonia~!

Ok, now to the present time! Im still 20 and my father said he's going to give me a special job today! Im so excited! Although im a country I haven't done any paper work or anything like that because my dad has control over me. Fine by me! Less work for me to do!

Im currently walking to my father's office, giving the door a cheerful knock once I reached it. A grumble can be heard from behind the doors, followed by a tired "come in." I giggle as I skip into the quiet room, closing the door behind me. "You wanted to speak with me, father?" I chirped.

"Yes I did..." he started off. He pushed away the paperwork he was currently working on and looked straight at me. "Remember as a child i told you to never go into the basement, and then you did anyways?" Ah yes....the basement. I found quite a few stuff down their. There was a lot of magic stuff and old dusty books. There was this door that lead deeper into the basement, but father found me before I could go deeper. I nod saying i did remember. "Do you remember that door....?" He asks. Oh, how convenient. Once again, i nodded. "I need you to bring food down the stairs past that door once a day. You'll know where to put it."

What....? Why...who....I won't question what my father wants me to do....but still...why one meal a day? If someone is going to eat it at least they should have the three meals a day.  "Alright father." I say softly. "Thank you. It takes too much time out of my day to do that, so I dearly appreciate this. You may start this today by making lunch."

"O....kay......but...what do you want me to ma-" I started but was interrupted by father, "whatever is fine. Just don't be so fancy with the food, alright?" Why not...? Whatever the food is for should be at least of the highest quality. I nod. "Yes father."

"Good. You're dismissed." And with that, father went back to work. I left his office with a sigh. I went down into the kitchen and made something simple; a sandwich. It's not much but i apparently know how to make a killer sandwich. I also have something to drink and an apple on the side. Whoever this is for should have a complete meal right?

After I finished making lunch, i carry the food on a tray and i go to what I call the forbidden door. Well, as of today tis no longer forbidden. (It autocorrected to tis so im keeping it XD) I walk down the stairs to the magical room. Wow....it's dustier than I was in here last time. I walk past all of the old books and magic stuff and I slowly open the door, revealing a series of stairs. I slowly go down each step, somewhat surprised that the stairway is lite....by candles. I take one of the candles so I can see where im going.

When I get to the bottom the first thing I see is iron bars. I shiver as I see a little hole at the bottle of a door made of iron bars. I kneel down and I softly push the tray into what looks like a cell. Suddenly I hear the metal of the tray scrap against the floor. The sound of the lunch I have prepared slowly being devoured echoed throughout the room. Curiosity rushes over me, wondering what's behind these bars. I slowly step closer to the bars, holding the candle out so I can see. What I see next terrified me....

It was a man....a dirty, pale, thin man. His hair and body was covered in dirt, so it was hard to tell what he looked like. He was wearing nothing but rags and what looks like an old dirty scarf. It looks like he could be big and muscular but in his current state....he kinda look like he couldn't even lift himself off the ground. There are chains around his ankles, wrists, and neck. Why all the chains...? Like I said he looks like he can't even lift himself off the ground.

I think he noticed me staring at him, because after a while I heard him say, "на что ты смотришь?"(1) I gasped and jumped back, almost dropping the candle. He looked at me with beautiful purple eyes, but it was hard to see their beauty when they seem lifeless.

"Что ж? О....вы говорите английски не так ли?"(2) He asked me. The more he spoke the more hoarse his voice sounded. "W-what..?" I trembled.

"Oh, so you do speak English...." He trailed off. "Y-yeah, I do.....who are you?" I asked. He raised an eyebrow at me as he softly takes a bite into the apple, "im assuming you live here from the english clothes....you live here and gave me food yet you don't know who I am..?" How am I supposed to know you if you're living in my basement? "M-my father never told me about you, and forbid me to go down here as a child. He just gave me the job of coming down here with food today....h-he said to bring down food once a day but I was going to bring down the full three meals a day..." He stayed silent as he continued to eat.

Finally after what felt like eternity, he pushed back the tray for me to take and spoke, "your father is known as England, да?" I softly gulped taking the tray. "Y-yes he is! I-I'm (C/n)! How did you know?" The man's face crinkled into a small smile. "Let's just say he's an old friend...emphasis on the old part." I softly frowned, holding the tray with both hands. "O-oh....i never knew." I couldn't clearly hear, but it sounded like he chuckled. "Of course not, you're a newer country that would know the power i used to possess...." I softly cleared my throat. "Y-yeah...um....I need to go back upstairs now, I'll come back later to give you dinner, alright?" He didn't say anything.

"Well....I'll just go then....." And with that, I went back up stairs, leaving the man alone, at least not in the dark like he was earlier. What did he mean by 'the power I used to possess'....? Is he a country too...? Oh well, I'll ask him at dinner time.

Author's note

Hey guys, thanks for reading the first part of this fanfic! If you like it so far please vote and comment for more! also check out my other publishings.

Just a reminder if you don't know, my book "Anya's Randomness" has some russia fanfics in there so check that out when you get the chance and if you like russia! But anyways thanks for reading and I'm out boi

Song: It's not evening yet
Song name in original language: Ой, да не вечер

(1) What are you looking at?
(2) Well? Oh, you speak English don't you?

Published: 4/13/2016