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Nyo! Russia x Sick! Reader- Солянка!

"Y/n, what happened?"

The (Nationality) girl coughed, unable to speak.

The Russian girl, Anastasia Braginskaya, shook her head. "Sick and missing the world meeting, is it?"

Nodding, she laughed dryly. "I got the flu, and I'm sorry for bothering you-"

"Nyet nyet, as long as my brother Nikolai* doesn't know where I am." Although Anya was smiling, Y/n could almost smell the fear, and she couldn't help but shudder herself. Her brother was quite a nightmare, always bugging his sister to marry him.

Y/n, laying down on the bed, smiled crookedly as she watched her girlfriend suspiciously examine a medicine bottle of Peptol Bismol. "What is this?"

"Peptol Bismol. I have a burning stomach, and with the flu, my body decided to be a insatiable bitch. I took a dose already."

Anya smiled. "Ah, you and your big vocabulary." She tilts her head. "Would you like me to make you something? Perhaps some солянка*? I know you love soup!"

"Hell ye, spaseeba."

Humming to herself, her caring girlfriend glided over to the kitchen to prepare the sour and spicy remedy. As much as she was for new medicine from doctors, she liked old traditional medicine as well, which Y/n didn't mind since Anya's cooking was just the best.

In her bed, the h/c girl slumped with her eyes closed, waiting... waiting... aaaaand she fell asleep.

Twenty minutes later, Anya entered the bedroom, placed the food on the table and cheered she was done.

Y/n jolted awake. "OH MY GOD I'M SORRY I TOOK THE-"

"Y/n! I just brought my soup for you!" She held her hand up in defense. "Besides, you should stop apologizing for so called- stealing the tea! It was Alice's* fault anyways, da?"

Blushing she nodded. The Russian laughed. They both remembered when at a meeting, there was an... incident.

Flashback

It all started months ago when Y/n first signed up to your first meeting as an official county, (C/n).

Y/n was in the kitchen, not caring too much about the chaos in the meeting room.

Meanwhile, a certain duo augured over where someone's tea was. Alice had ordered a cup of tea, and when it never came, she started to blame France, Francesca*, for the missing tea.

The two physically fought each other until Y/n came in from the huge office's kitchen. With the unmistakable porcelain teacup that belonged to Alice Kirkland.

Soon, the craziness of the meeting stopped to help sort out the chaos of two countries, France and England.

Walking out to hear the commotion, the short/tall girl took a sip as the whole meeting went silent, and Francesca, Alice, and Y/n didn't notice until the two stopped fighting. Francesca was first to glance around, and when she saw Y/n with Alice's tea no one DARED to even think of stealing, her eyes went wide in horror.

Y/n was new, but would Alice take mercy?

Alice looked at her and gasped. "My tea!"

You stopped drinking and held a confused face. "Is this yours?"

"No! IT'S NOT MY TEA I'VE BEEN ACCUSING FRANCESCA OF STEALING FOR OVER THIRTY MINUTES!" She rolled her green eyes. "Yes. Yes, it is Y/n."

"O-oh! I'm really sorry! I was in the kitchen, and uh," Y/n coughed awkwardly as Alice's glare bored directly into her soul. "Well, a friend of mine told me that a cup of tea was waiting for me there, but I guess I took the wrong cup..." Glancing up shyly she cracked a nervous smile. "I'm sorry I took the tea?"

Sighing, she replied, "Ok, Y/n I forgive you." Her eyes glowed. "However, you," She pulls out a wand and pointed it. "I think you'd look better tied up."

With a green blast, Y/n's whole body and face were smothered in ropes, and everybody remained quiet.

In all honesty, even Anya was a bit scared, remembering the last time she pissed off England by breaking Busby's chair, she got cursed into loving her brother, and saying she wanted to marry him, when it was FAR from the truth.

After that, she never messed with England without precautions- or her magic metal pipe of pain.

Eventually, Y/n was untied, but not before Alice made her make another cup for her to which she obliged. She wasn't going to make the madwoman mad again.

In other words, Y/n was now always slightly paranoid at meetings when she had to get her tea, making sure she didn't grab the wrong cup.

Flashback End

"That was not funny." Y/n pouted. "I was tied up!"

"You didn't seem to mind when I did it." Anya teased.

"Okay but you're not Alice," Y/n face flushed. "And it wasn't in front of all of our colleagues."

The Russian dismissed her with a hand wave. "I mess with you, my Кошка, just drink this soup and get better for me? Please?"

Y/n obliged, took a sip of the soup she handed her. Tangy, with a dash of cozy love.

Anya sat beside her, rubbing Y/n's head affectionately. "Я люблю тебя Y/n."

She snuggled in her. "Спасибо for the soup, and Я люблю тебя, Аня." Taking a sip, she was starting to feel better already.

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Countries:

Nikolai- Nyo! Belarus

Alice- Nyo! England

Francesca- Nyo! France

Foods:

Solyanka- A spicy and sour Russian soup