Russia x Reader

-Four-

Ivan's POV:

I feel a rush of wind against my face as America's face appears in front of me. He clutches me by the scarf. 

"How dare you..." America seethes at me. I just stand up to my full height, towering over the smaller man. 'kolkolkolkolkol' A dark shadow casts over me. I see the American's eyes flutter with a bit of fear, but he keeps up the facade. 

"How dare I what?" I try to say as innocent as I can. He glares at me with intense hatred. 

"Get. Away. From. Her." He tries not to yell. I glance over at (y/n), her eyes filled with tears, her bottom lip quivering. My face softens at this poor girl. 

Suddenly she breaks out in tears and runs out of the room.

1st POV:

I couldn't hold it anymore, I run into the hallway crying my eyes out. 'This is all my fault, I should have just listened to Alfred. I'm so dumb.'  I find a closet a few feet from the meeting room. I burst through the door and shut it so no one can see my pathetic ass. 

'Why was I ever a country. I should just die, I have no purpose.' I think to myself. 'I'm definitely not worthy to be here.'  

Through my blurry vision, I see a light beam into the darkness. Large, strong arms embrace me and lift me up. I bury my head into a soft chest as those same arms cradle my small body.  

"Come here..." A voice says. I look up to see the owner of the voice, it's Ivan. I put my head down.

"You shouldn't be here..." Tears leak out of my eyes. He smiles softly, wiping my tears with his fingers.

"It's okay, I've got you." He carries me out of the small closet, avoiding the chatter coming from down the hall. Ivan puts me down and holds my hand. 

"Would you like to come home with me?" He asks.

"Y-yea." I sniffle. He nods and picks me up once again. We walk out of the building to his car. He sets me gently into the front seat and closes the door. I curl up against the leather seats, tired from everything that happened today. 

I close my eyes as the engine starts, soft classical music coming from the radio. I feel a large hand stroke my hair, then the car starts to move. I drift off into sleep.