❥-◤Drabbles and Oneshots◢-☠

↬Admiration↫~(Russia-APH)

You really weren‘t the person to be scared by silly horror movies. All the ones you'd seen usually involved the same clichés, the stupid screaming teenage girls and guys, the jumpy people, obvious killers, and the predictable plot twists.

Oh but not this one. Japan, hearing of your displeasure at being unable to find movies that scare you, lent you one from his own country. And for once, you were covering your eyes, squeaking, and cringing. The movie was well…unsettling, was Japan really this messed up?

Did a disfigured man really just tare out of a sack and eat a bowl of bile? Did she really just slit the man‘s throat?! Oh God, not the dog...!

It was late, but you had every light in your house turned on. You were walking carefully, holding a butcher knife from your kitchen for protection. Suddenly, your good old imagination got the best of you. Moans and groans echoed when you could have sworn they couldn’t be heard before.

You felt the feeling of being watched numerous times, and you repeatedly whipped around to find no one behind you or around the corner.

You couldn't go to bed like this! You'd never go to sleep. An idea fell into your head, and you grabbed your phone and dialed a number of a close number.

The other line picked up. "Hello?"

"Hello, Russia?" You spoke softly and a little nervously, repeatedly glancing over your shoulder as if some killer or anything that would kill you, was about to get you right then and there.

"Are you doing anything right now?"

"Oh, umm, ____. No, I was actually about to go to bed." Russia answered, as if such calls at two in the morning were usual for him. "Are you ok, da? You sound tense."

"Well, um..." You felt embarrassed telling this to someone like Russia. "I just watched one of Japan's horror movies...and I'm kind of scared right at the moment, so could you please come over? I can't go to sleep."

"Are you sure, da?" Russia sounded tired. You were guilty, but you were so scared you decided to be selfish.

"Please, Ivan?" You pleaded. "It'd mean a lot of you came and slept with me."

Maybe you should have worded that differently with him. Pause. "I'll be right over, da."

"See you soon, Russia~!"

Soon enough, Russia was somehow over in a matter of minutes, tired but tender-eyed. You latched to him as soon as he entered your house. If anyone could scare away your fictitious demons, it would be the intimidating, dominating nation.

"So, _____, where is this thing that's frightening you?" Russia asked calmly, and you noticed that he'd taken out his faucetpipe. "I could kill it right now and here for you, da. Nothing is allowed to harm nor touch you."

"No, that's okay." You buried your face into his back taking in his warmth. "Nothing's really there. It's just in my mind."

Russia seemed disappointed that he couldn't kill anything to protect you.

"Just make sure you're careful opening doors and going around corners. Something might attack you there." You warned.

Russia turned to you and began to laugh. "______, do you really believe that anything, including some mass murderer, could kill me?!”

"I g-guess not..."

Feeling safe enough to let go of Russia for a few minutes, you got ready for bed. You were reassured by the sound of him moving around downstairs, probably turning off all of the lights that you'd left on.

After a short time, after looking around the room for anything that could kill you, Russia came upstairs and slipped into bed next to you.

"Спокойной ночи, da~" Russia smiled as you snuggled close to him that you were entirely surrounded by the large man. You were well aware that Russia petrified other nations, and he was extremely intimidating to others.

In fact, Russia would probably make a much scarier horror movie killer than anything you'd ever seen.

Except, there was one difference...one thing that changed everything.

He adored you.