Russia x Reader

-Two-

1st POV:

Russia and I walk into the meeting room. All of the talking stops and all eyes turn towards us. My cheeks flare up even more then they are currently.

"Hi!" I look up and see a cheerful, but intimidating face smiling down at me. "You must be my new sister, (c/n)!"

"Yupp, that's me," I say timidly. He pulls me to the side.

"Hi I'm America, also know as the hero!" He says with a smile, but then his demeanor changes. His eyes get dark as he says, "As a warning, stay away from Russia. Don't trust him." I look to Russia. He is sitting at the table looking innocent. Hmm, is he really bad? I mean he doesn't look bad, in fact, he looks cute...

"C'mon, let's go sit down," America says. He sits down at one end of the conference table. He motions me to sit down next to him. I look to the other side of the table and see Russia sitting alone. All the other countries are sitting away from him. He looks lonely. I go to sit down, but I hesitate when Russia looks me in the eye with a sad gaze.

I feel bad. I walk over to his side and sit down next to him smiling. I see America give a look saying 'you're crazy'. I look up to Russia sitting next to me. He has a surprised look in his violet eyes. I smile and look at the rest of the countries, waiting to start.

---time skip---

The meeting finally finishes. I get up and gather all the papers I accumulated. Russia stands up next to me and says, "Would you like to walk out with me, da?"

"O-okay, s-sounds good," I say while pulling my scarf tight. We make our way out of the large room. It feels like deja vu. The awkward moment walking through the silent hall with his large figure matching my pace. 

I feel a cold presence creep around my shoulders. I feel Russia's arm around my back, pulling me closer. Well, this is unexpected I think to myself. I lean into his cold body still looking forward, my face as bright as blood. 

Suddenly I hear loud footsteps coming our way. I look behind me and see America, England, and France running towards us from the meeting room. 

"Get away from her you creep," America yells to Russia as he pulls me from him and pushes me into England. I see Russia with a surprised expression on his child-like face, though that changes once America punches him square in the jaw. A dark aura casts over his shoulders as a creepy smile appears on his face. 

"Come on c/n, let's get away from here. They look like they're gonna fight." He says trying to pull me towards the meeting room. 

"No!" I struggle away from his grasp and run in between the two large countries, spreading out my arms trying to prevent them from hurting each other. "Come on guys, let's not start a war here," I say kind of intimidated by the two countries glaring at each other over my head. 

"He was the one who started it, da," Russia says grasping my shoulders with cold hands. "I didn't do anything." 

"Oh sure, you keep telling yourself that," America yells, kinda sassy. "You're the one who tried to take her," He shoves me away from Russia again. He looks at me and says, "You don't know what he has done. He is terrifying, you shouldn't be socializing with him." 

I look to Russia and see him seething at America. I hear "kolkolkolkolkol," as his dark aura intensifies. America turns to him, suddenly frightened by his chilling ambiance. He runs towards me, England, and France. He grabs my hand and says, "Come on guys let's go."

I stall and look back at Russia, who has lost his scary aura and who has turned his back, walking away slumped. I turn back to America, letting him pull me towards the room...