[Hetalia x Reader] All around the world~

Russia - Bittersweet

It was so painful.

Getting up from your bed, you walked to the kitchen while adjusting your hair in a messy bun.

The sky was almost white, clouds full of snow hovering above the cold city of Moscow.

You used to love this big city, you really did.

When you first arrived from your homecountry, you spent all your free time sightseeing and visiting museums, searching for uniques souvenirs or traditional restaurants.

And, one day, between the smog and the people rushing through the city, your eyes found him.

He was standing in front of a little café probably trying to find new customers, but when your eyes met, you both stopped and you swear, in that exact moment you fell in love with the big man.

You walked through the crowd until you were facing him, and he smiled - God his smile - and you both entered the shop.

Between a cup of tea and some sweets you learned that his name was Ivan and he was in his thirties, he had two sisters whom he loved deeply, and he was the owner of the little café.

Pouring yourself a cup of coffee, you smiled tenderly at the memory.

After that first encounter, you and Ivan would spend all the afternoons either chatting at the café or walking through the busy streets of Moscow.

There were so many things he knew, and whenever he spoke your ears drank his sweet voice and made you fall into a whole new world.

But he was older than you, and even though you were deeply in love with him, you knew it would never work.

You started avoiding him, trying to clear your mind. Although he never mentioned a lover, how could you know if such a beautiful man was not engaged?

Even though it was so cold in Moscow, and you desperately wanted to run to his café for a hot tea, you just put another sweater on and brewed your own cup.

Many weeks passed after that, and then months.

Even though you tried to forget him, even though you ignored his calls....

You knew it was impossible to stop loving him.

A single tear fell on your cheek. You tried to be strong. You had to be strong.

But it was so painful.

He stood in front of you.

Drenched, breathless, but with his gentle purple eyes which screamed passion, longing, and love.

And you knew, he was the man.

Soon, the two of you left a trail of discarded clothes and then it was pure bliss.

He was so gentle, yet so loving you found yourself crying of happiness whenever he murmured sweet nothings in your ears.

Countless were the nights you spent in that bed with him, countless were the mornings you woke up to find him in the kitchen making breakfast.

But everything has to ends.

Muffling your sobs, you hide your face in the big sleeves of the sweater.

Everything was so cold now...

War came.

He had to go.

It was so sudden, one hour before he was at his little shop, one hour later he was on a train to God knows where.

And you....

You just woke up when he was already far, far away...

Crawling again in your bed, hot tears wet your pillow while everything around you seemed much more grey and colder than before.

It has been about two years since he went away and not once had you or his sisters received a letter from him.

Every time they handed out those MIA and KIA lists, you feared that you would see his name, but it never was the case.

Crying until your throat hurt,you covered yourself with the covers.

You wanted to see him! You wanted to hug him!

Ivan!!!

A door closing.

Someone walking.

"I'm home."