Hetalia Oneshots (Requests Open)

2p Russia x Shy! Reader

Your pov

The intense bass thrumming in your ears was starting to give you a headache. You were already more than overwhelmed being at a party with an ass load of strangers, so you really didn't need it or the fact you had lost (F/N) an hour ago. Guys approached you, making horrible comments about your breasts or your butt, asking you to dance. It was all so suffocating. Silently, you looked for (F/N) or an escape, either would do at this point. As you did so, you looked across the dance floor and found (F/N) grinding against someone looking like they were having the time of their life.

"Hey, chicky, what's a cutie like you doin' here all alone," A guy asked, trapping you against a wall of people.

"I-I was just leaving," You squeaked, ducking under his arm. He turned quickly, glaring.

"Fine. Whatever, bitch! You ain't even cute!" He snarled. You made your way through a sea of people, finally finding a glass door. Freedom, you thought, sighing happily. Stepping out into the cool night air was refreshing. You felt like you could breathe again. Crossing the deck, you leaned on the railing as you breathed a deep sigh.

"How did I let myself get reigned into this?" You muttered, hanging your head slightly. You still felt jittery from everything that had gone on tonight. You needed a smoke. No one you had ever met had pegged you as a smoker because of you demeanor, but you were. You didn't smoke often, only when things like this happened, because it would make you focus on something else. Pulling the carton out, you popped a cigarette between your lips only to realize that you didn't have a lighter. You smacked your palm against the railing a swore under your breath.

"You're needing a light, da(1), little one?" A voice asked from beside you. You jumped, suddenly aware of the person standing so close to you. How long had he been there? Turning quickly, you fell on your butt, staring up at the man.

His face showed disinterest and his eyes were ringed by dark purple circles. For a second, you thought that he was wearing makeup to make him look like that. Then your realized that, though disinterested, his face was worn and tired. His hair, from what you could tell, was a brownish-red. His eyes were a piercing crimson as the stared down at you from just over a scarf. Standing up, you made a little more space between the two of you.

"Yeah, t-thanks," You stuttered, leaning just close enough for him to light the cigarette. You almost jumped again at the sound of the flame hissing to life. The second it was lit, you faced the yard and took a long drag.

"You are alright?" He asked, still sounding bored. Rolling your shoulders, you began to shift around uncomfortably.

"Mhm," You hummed. You watched as he lit a cigarette of his own, leaning backwards against the railing and looking in at the people. He took long drags and blew out slowly, like he was trying to calm himself too.

"A-are you okay?" You asked, wondering where the words had come from. You hadn't intended on speaking to him.

"Da," He answered, shortly. "Who are you?" The question had caught you off guard. You hadn't expected him to say anything else to you.

"(Y/N)?" You said. It came out as more of a question than an answer, but he nodded like he didn't notice. You watched as his eyes traced down your face, across your shoulders, and watched the cloud of smoke you'd just blown out dissipate in the air.

"Viktor," He stated, calmly.

"God I hate parties," You said, hearing someone yell something about truth or date from inside.

"Me too," He responded, turning so he was facing the yard as well. You weren't sure why, but you felt oddly comfortable with the stranger that offered to light your cigarette.

"Who dragged you here?" You asked, taking another deep drag. You didn't let it out immediately, you let it burn in your lungs for a few moments.

"Doesn't matter," He said, dully. Hie eyes flicked in your direction, "What about you?"

"A friend of mine. I haven't seen them all night though," You mumbled, tapping the ashes over the side. He nodded slowly, dragging his eyes over you again. They burned you. Searing your own (E/C) eyes until you were forced to look away. It finally occurred to you that you were speaking so easily with someone you didn't know. Viktor was intimidating in every way, yet you weren't afraid of him like you were most people. That in itself was scary enough to you.

The silence stretched on for what seemed like forever. Something in you made you feel like you had to fill to soundless gap but, at the same time, you were glad that it existed. You weren't sure if your shy awkwardness was what had been spurring on the random conversation before, though you imagined that it was helping. Things like this happened every so often, you would just talk to fill space and end up sounding dumber than you intended. Sighing, you stubbed out your cigarette and tossed the butt into the grass below you. The bass still hummed through the glass door, reaching your ears just enough to be pleasant. You'd almost forgotten Viktor standing beside you.

"подсолнечник(2)?" He asked. You jumped, glancing at him.

"Yeah?" You asked, timidly.

"What are you thinking?" He asked. His voice almost had a tone of interest but, then again, you could be hearing things.

"How quiet it is," You said, honestly.

"I see," He said. Everything would have been fine if it hadn't been for the guy from earlier. He walked out onto the deck, not noticing you at first. When he did, he walked a little closer.

"Is that the bitch from earlier?" He grumbled to himself. Panicking, you turned and grabbed the edges of Viktor's coat, pulling him into you. You pressed your lips to his, using your (H/L) hair to hide the remainder of your face.

Viktor seemed startled to say the least. He grunted slightly, but grabbed your hips anyway. His hands were warm and larger than you had thought. It took him a second to realize what he was doing. Eventually, he kissed you back slowly, lazily. You heard the guy scoff before the door slammed shut and you pulled yourself away, looking towards the glass.

"I-Is he gone?" You asked, hesitantly. Viktor just stood, still holding your hips, staring down at you with the same expression he'd had. Not mentioning the slight pink that had dusted across his pale cheeks.

"Da, he is gone," He said. You shoved yourself away with a loud squeak.

"I-I'm so s-sorry. I d-didn't even think... I-I panicked. S-Sorry!" You babbled quickly, hoping that he wouldn't be upset. For the first time tonight, he smiled. Actually, it was more of a smirk, but it was more than you'd seen already.

"Don't be sorry, little one," He said, his voice sounding nearly teasing.

"U-umm?" You squeaked, fishing or something, anything, to say.

"Perhaps this party was not a waste after all," He muttered, gripping your chin between his thumb and forefinger as he tilted your head up. Out of instinct, you slid your arms around his neck and leaned into him as he connected your lips again. Maybe you'd let (F/N) drag you to parties more often.

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Translations:

1) Da- yes

2) подсолнечник- sunflower

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