Hetalia & Other Reader Inserts

Russia x Reader: First Snow

    "Oh my gosh, Ivan!" you shrieked. "Come here now!"
    Your Russian friend, Ivan, came sprinting through the house to your side in the living room.
    "V chem delo!?" Ivan asked worriedly, gripping your shoulders and turning you around to look into your excited, smiling face.
    "It snowed!" you squealed, bouncing up and down. "It snowed, it snowed, it snowed!"
    Ivan stood back up to his full height, looking back down at you in confusion.
    "You are unhurting?" he asked, bewildered. When you nodded, Ivan knelt down to your height and hugged you tightly. "Moy podsolnechnik, I thought you were in danger!"
    "I'm sorry Ivan," you said, your voice muffled by the Russian's thick coat and scarf. "I was just so excited..."
    "Why?" Ivan asked, releasing you from his hug. "It snows here in Russia all the time in winter. What reason is there to be getting excited?"
    "Because I've never seen snow before!" you exclaimed, bouncing up and down again. "Back in my country, I lived in an area where little to no snow fell, and when it did it wasn't where I lived and didn't last long."
    "Oh, I see," murmured Ivan. "Is that why you wanted to come here? To see the snow?"
    You nodded, then felt guilty when your friend looked hurt.
    "I-I mean, of course I came to visit you!" you stuttered, worried you'd hurt your lonely Russian friend's feelings. "But I also came because I wanted to see snow. I wanted to play in it with you."
    Ivan smiled softly and said, "Well then, let us go and play in snow. It's cold, though."
    "Come on, come on!" you shouted excitedly, grabbing Ivan's hands and bouncing on the balls of your feet. "What are you waiting for? Come on! Let's go!"
    Ivan chuckled at your enthusiasm and followed you to the door. He waited patiently inside while you foolishly ran out into the snow-covered ground wearing nothing but your slippers, some sweat pants, and a sweater with a jacket over top.
    As the cold finally sunk in, you squealed and dashed back inside, right into your friend's arms.
    "I told you it is cold," Ivan scolded softly. "Come now, we go get warm clothes, odobreniye?"
    "Yeah, okay," you mumbled, your cheeks pale red from embarrassment and the cold. "Then can we go play in the snow?"

    Now fully dressed in winter-appropriate clothes and looking like a little fat eskimo, you ran back outside and flopped face first into the snow. Ivan rushed to check if you were okay, and was relieved when you rolled over laughing with pure joy.
    "It's so cold!" you shouted. Sitting up you said, "I love it! Ivan, can we have a snowball fight? Please? Oh, I've always wanted to have one!"
    "Da, of course we can," Ivan replied. "But be warned: I am a master when it comes to snowball fighting. However, I go easy on you, odobreniye?"
    "Wait, Ivan!" you called as he walked away and began to build an odd wall. "How... How do you make snowballs?"
    Ivan froze, and looked over at you before smirking devilishly. At that expression, you suddenly realized why everyone was so terrified of the sweet Russian.
    "Oh dear," Ivan said. "You challenge me to a snowball fight, and then ask me how to make one?" Ivan shook his head, tsking slowly three times.
    "I-Ivan?" you squeaked, feeling nervous. "P-please, just show me at least once how to make a snowball?"
    "You need more than just snowballs to win," Ivan said darkly, then added a little more brightly, "You also need defense. Build a wall over there, facing mine."
    You nodded and got to work on building a wall of snow. It looked flimsy and weak compared to Ivan's, but it was your first wall, so you were fairly proud regardless.
    "That is... Really awful, but good try," Ivan commented, coming over to inspect your defensive wall. "It needs to be another few inches taller, and have more snow at the base to be sturdy."
    "Yes sir," you said, saluting the Russian before reinforcing your wall.
    When you were finished, you looked up to see Ivan still standing where he was, staring off into the distance with a near pained expression.
    "Hey, Ivan?" you called, standing up and walking to your friend, gently laying your hand on his arm. "You okay? Ivan?"
    Ivan jumped at your touch, and looked down at you in confusion for a moment before familiarity and relief flooded his eyes.
    "I am sorry," Ivan mumbled, looking away nervously. "I, uh... Sometimes have flashbacks of the wars."
    "What wars, Ivan?" you asked in bewilderment. "I didn't know you fought in any wars."
    Ivan looked down at you sadly and replied, "I do not wish to talk about them."
    "Okay, sorry."
    "To make snowball," Ivan said, crouching down. "You must pick up large amount of snow and press together until hard and packed tightly. Keep adding snow until it is as big as you want."
    You watched intently as Ivan showed you how to build the little white ammo, and rushed to behind your wall to begin making your own.
    Once you had several snowballs made, you peaked over the top of your wall to spot Ivan patiently waiting behind his wall.
    This is going to be fun, you thought.

*°*°*°*

    "Ivan, I'm cold," you whined, shaking almost nonstop.
    "See? This is why I hate snow. You should feel lucky you don't get any."
    "I like the snow. I just don't like shivering from the cold."
    "Here, have my blanket. I'll fetch a few more." Ivan set his large, soft quilt overtop yours and left the warmth of the couch to fetch another two blankets.
    "Hey, Ivan?" you asked timidly as your Russian friend sat snuggled next to you.
    "Da?" Ivan responded softly, turning his face to look at you. He smiled softly.
    "Thank you for playing in the snow with me. I had lots of fun."
    Ivan's smile grew wider as he replied, "It was not a problem. I enjoyed playing with you too. It has been long time since I enjoyed the snow, so thank you as well."
    Now warm and happy, you and Ivan snuggled under the four blankets, watching the flames in his fireplace crackle, pop, and lick the air with their fiery tongues.
    You decided you would visit Russia at least once a year.

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Russian:
V chem delo?! - What happened?!
Moy podsolnechnik - My sunflower
Odobreniye - Okay/alright (as in asking permission/confirmation)