Hetalia Fluff and Stuff (country x reader) drabbles

Broken Vases & Child-like Faces

You flung open the door, it wasn't a good day where you'd ice skate on the frozen pond in the backyard and make snow angels. It was the type of day where you would throw vases on the floor and burn things. You were somewhat a pyromaniac, entranced by the orange and blue flames that danced in the wind that were so light but could turn anything with it's dangerous heat into mere ashes. You, were supposedly like fire, a beautiful creation by God, that could turn horribly wrong in simply a few seconds. Your sharp (e/c) slanted immediately when you heard a sweet Russian voice call out, "(y/n)?" You quickly turned your head towards your roommate, Ivan. "(y/n)? Hallo, can you vear me?" "Hallo, can you vear me?" you mimic him quietly. "Vhat?" he said in a calm voice, "Vhat?" you mimicked him in a louder tone, cocking your head to the right slightly. He gave you a sweet child-like smile that clearly said, you're walking on thin, thin ice. You returned the smile and shrugged off your coat, hanging it on the coat rack. He was watching you, you could tell that his soft violet eyes were watching every single breath and movement you took. You walked up to a large window that overlooked the snowy Russian plains, it was snowing fiercely because it was General Winter, snow shooting from the sky at record-breaking speeds covering every object in its path with a white barren blanket. It somehow, gave you a feeling of comfort, that most creatures out there were competing to survive the deadly blizzard while, you had the luxury of staying in a heated cabin with a companion to share your thoughts with. Though, you wish it was the other way around, you wanted to be outside with the cold air nipping at your tender flesh and your stomach growling and pained with hunger. You liked the feeling of being slowly eaten from the inside, out and awaiting your painful, everlasting death. You were pulled out of your deep thoughts by Ivan's calm sweet voice. He was holding out a cup of (f/d) and was smiling in a child-like way once again, you grabbed the cup slowly and unsure, like a baby doe walking for the first time. His eyes light up as you finally sipped up the delectable liquid and gave a small sigh and nod of approval. You two spent the rest of that long winter sharing childhood stories, sharing smiles, and breaking a few vases.

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