Как лев (Russia X Reader Lemon)

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The room around you was dark, dimly lit by candles and it smelt damp. You couldn't see very far in front of you, you held out your hands and tried to feel something, anything. All you met with was thin air. With a nervous sigh you stood up and blindly walked forward, keeping your arms out in front of you as you did.
"H-hello?" You asked, all you heard was the sound of your own voice echoing from the walls. "Ivan? Gilbert? Anybody?" Again, nothing but your own voice. Your finger tips touched something, causing you to gasp and jump back a little, just then the room lit up. You had to shield your eyes at first until they adjusted to the new brightness, when they did you looked forward and gasped when you saw a tall, blonde haired man standing with his back to you. He was wearing a black jacket and his shoulders were broad. His hands were by his sides and you felt sick when you saw the blood dripping from his black gloves, creating a puddle on the cold stone floor. "Who are you?" The person didn't turn around, they didn't even move an inch. You took a deep breath and walked forward slowly, when you saw the man's face you simply nodded. "You're Ludwig... aren't you?" When you asked this, the man's eyes met yours and one hand locked around your throat as he walked forward and pushed you against a wall. You tried with all your strength to move his hand from your throat, however with both hands it wouldn't budge. As you gasped for breath and kicked your legs, the ground began to shake and the walls started to crumble. You woke up with a scream as tears rolled down your cheeks. You looked around you and put both hands on your throat, you were in your house still, in the bed as you were hours ago when you had fallen asleep. You sighed deeply and wiped your eyes as you climbed out of the bed and walked downstairs, you sighed when you found you were still alone, Ivan wasn't there. You lit a fire and sat in front of it with some whiskey, looking out of the window at a fire blazing in the distance. You were filled with dread as you looked at the fire, wandering what it was that was burning and if everybody you loved and cared about was safe. Why did you dream about Ludwig? And why was he strangling you like that? You finished your glass and quickly poured another, trying to take your mind off the current situation. As you looked down at your hand you smiled a little when you looked at the ring on your finger and thought of Ivan.
"Please God, if you are up there... bring him back to me safe." You whispered as you closed your eyes before taking another drink. The house seemed so different to the one you came to when you were shot. Raivis was gone, Arthur and Alfred didn't visit much any more because of how busy they were and instead of being warm and safe in bed beside you, Ivan was out there fighting. At this thought, no amount of fire or whiskey could have warmed you. You shook your head, finished the glass and sighed as you sat in the chair by the fire. "Come on, you're a Kirkland. Pull yourself together, girl." You looked into the flames in the fireplace and felt your eyes growing heavier and heavier until they finally closed. This sleep was dreamless, much to your relief.

"Put him upstairs, second door on the left." Was the first thing you heard Ivan say. Your eyes opened slowly as you were woken, but when you heard his voice and those of others, along with the loud walking of heavy boots, they shot open and you stood from the chair. Around you men were sitting with bandages on their heads, legs and arms whilst others were being carried outside on stretchers. You stood frozen to the spot as you looked around you, feeling sick. "My love, what are you doing down here? I don't want you to see this." Ivan put both hands on your arms, however you were looking around you still. "(name), look at me, okay? Not at them. Focus on me." When he said this you finally looked at him, although when you did you gasped and put both hands on his face. He groaned in pain but smiled a little as you started to cry.
"L-look at you! You're all bruised and battered." You said, he had a large cut on his head, lip and cheek whilst blood from other men stained his hands and clothes.
"Oh, thank god!" Arthur violently hugged you when he saw you, you could hear him crying a little as he buried his face in your hair, kissing the side of your head as he pulled back. Arthur was a little better off than Ivan, though he had cuts on his face and hands. "I was so bloody worried! Ivan, shouldn't you see a Doctor?" You turned to look at your husband as your brother spoke, gasping when you saw him holding his side. You put both hands on his chest before gently moving his away, groaning and looking away when you saw the wound with blood around it.
"It's nothing serious. Arthur, please take her upstairs." Was all Ivan said before he kissed you and helped to bring other men inside. Arthur took your hand as he led you upstairs and into your bedroom, you looked out of the large windows and sighed when you saw the men outside, most of them injured however some looked already dead.
"Get dressed, Old Girl. We might need your help today." Arthur said, you nodded and slowly walked to your closet to pick out a dress. Everything felt surreal and you suddenly remembered the dream you had the night before. As Arthur turned his back you changed from your night dress into the one you just got from the closet before you looked back out of the window, sighing with relief when you saw Alfred and Francis helping some of the other men. "Ivan told me. About your friend."
"Arthur, please not now." You said in a quiet voice as you looked outside. However when you felt a hand on your back you looked to your side to see him standing there with a small smile on his face.
"I'm not going to shout. I thought you might want to know... he was injured. Badly." When he said this you felt a lump rise in your throat and you could hear your heart beating in your ears. "Ivan didn't want you to worry... he's down the hall." After telling you this, Arthur left the room however he left the door open. You instantly ran down the hall and checked every room until you finally found him. He was laying on the bed, a large bandage was around his head and right leg and his left arm was in a make shift sling. You noticed a tear in his coat and shirt from a wound that you guessed had been bleeding heavily. You ran to his side, knelt down and took his free hand in yours, hearing him make a small sound.
"Gilbert? It's me, it's (name)." You said as you looked at him, feeling yourself about to cry.
"(name)? So I am in your house. It's very nice." He said, making you laugh a little. His voice was quiet and sounded fragile, as though his throat was sore. "I'm not looking so great now, huh?"
"I think it suits you." You replied, smiling when he laughed a little. "Look at you. What happened out there?" Gilbert turned his head and opened his eyes as he smiled to you, he looked even paler than usual and his lips looked dry and sore.
"I guess I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. I told you I'd find you, though." He replied with another small laugh, only this time he started to cough afterwards which only made you cry more. "Listen, I want somebody to find Ludwig and tell him I'm safe and that Ivan did everything he could to help me. I don't want that big idiot causing any trouble when he hears I'm here." You simply nodded and remained silent, not wanting to tell Gilbert about your dream involving his brother.
"How is he?" You heard Ivan ask from the door, you made a move to stand, however he held out one hand to you and limped into the room. When he stood beside you he placed one hand on your shoulder as the other held his side.
"Awake. And alive, thanks to you." Gilbert commented, Ivan laughed a little as he shook his head and brought a chair from the corner, sitting down with a groan. "You came out of it looking like shit too, huh?" You looked at the wound on Ivan's side, which had now been healed and bandaged and held his hand in yours, making him smile.
"I would have been much worse if it weren't for you. I owe you my life, Bielschmidt." When Ivan said this, you looked at Gilbert to see his eyes closed as he laughed a little and shook his head. "You weren't going to tell her? My apologies."
"Tell me what?" You asked as you looked from one man to the other. Eventually Ivan smiled and looked at you before looking back at the man on the bed.
"Gilbert saved my life. A soldier shot at me, but he took the bullet." When Ivan told you this, you gasped and turned to look at the Prussian, he smiled when Ivan nodded once to him before doing the same. You gently sat on the edge of the bed and hugged him gently, he laughed a little and used his only free arm to hug you back.
"Thank you." You whispered before you sat back and pressed a kiss to his forehead, he smiled to you and nodded before he took hold of your hand. You noticed how cold his skin was, which only made you worry more.
"For that, you can stay here as long as you need. It's still too dangerous to go back." Ivan told Gilbert, the two men began to speak, however you blanked out and thought of something else. Where was Feliciano? "(name)? Is everything okay?" You nodded before kissing both men on the cheeks.
"I need to get some air, I promise I'll stay safe." Was all you said before you walked from the room, down the stairs to retrieve your coat and gun before you crept through the back door before any body could see you. You ran into the woods, relieved to find nobody there before you took a deep breath and kept walking forward. You kept a tight hold on the gun in your pocket, ready to use it if you had to. When you saw the edge of the German camp, you could see the injured men there too, along with others walking up and down with guns by their sides that looked like they were doing patrols of the area. You took another deep breath, made sure nobody was looking and climbed over the fence. When your feet first touched the ground you let out a deep breath, looking around it looked like nobody had spotted you yet. You hid behind a tree when you heard people coming towards you, when you heard a familiar deep voice you looked out from behind the tree and went a little wide eyed when you saw the man you were looking for. Ludwig said something to the men he was walking with before saluting and walking into a tent. You waited a few moments before making sure nobody was around and you ran across the open space before hiding behind a desk in the tent. You looked up, relieved to find only Ludwig in the tent with his back currently turned to you. With a deep breath you stood up and aimed your gun at the back of his head.
"Drop your gun and turn around. Slowly." You demanded, he jolted a little, obviously surprised by your voice, before his gun dropped to the floor beside him and he turned around with his arms in the air. When he saw you, he raised one Eyebrow.
"Who are you?" He asked, you didn't move your gun as he slowly walked towards you, you didn't move. "I said..."
"I'm the wife of Lieutenant Ivan Braginsky of the Soviet Army and the sister of Arthur Kirkland of the British Army. I don't want to cause any more violence by being here...i wanted to tell you that your brother, Gilbert... and my friend, is currently at my home. He is badly injured." You told him, this news caused him to go wide eyed and his hands balled into fists at his side. "My husband Ivan is taking good care of him and is making sure his wounds are being seen to. Gilbert asked me to get word to you that he is safe with us... nobody knows I'm here."
"How are you friends with my brother? How do you know him?" He asked, seemingly getting angry as he began to walk towards you again.
"That's a story for another time. Right now, you should be worrying about your brother." When you said this, Ludwig stopped walking, looked down at the ground and sighed deeply.
"Fine. Show me."
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"Stay here." You said to the German as you held out one hand to him and walked into the house, looking for Ivan. There was less men in the house now than there had been a while ago, you found him in the kitchen, washing his hands. "Ivan, come with me. But you have to promise me, please don't panic." Ivan turned to look at you with a confused expression, before he nodded and hesitantly took your hand in his.