Hetalia Drabbles - Various x Reader

Russia x Reader

Request: can you do one where the reader abusive ex tries to manipulate her into breaking up with Russia but the reader refuses. Just when it gets bad Russia interfere and protect her while comforting her afterwards?

Requested by http://www.quotev.com/26791571 on Quotev.

TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF ABUSE

"Bye, (best friend's name)!" You shouted, waving goodbye to your friend before turning around and walking in the opposite direction. You were heading to the park, where you had promised to meet your boyfriend, Ivan, in about fifteen minutes.

Your relationship had been rocky with him at first, his large demeanor reminding you of an unmentionable figure from your past. You had been mortified and scared at first, terrified to be in his presence. You warmed up eventually, having to spend time around him due to being friends with Belarus, who even you would admit went a bit overboard in stalked him (you were just relieved she didn't kill you when you started dating her brother…). It turned out that Ivan was just like a big, squishy teddy bear. And surprisingly, a total romantic and cuddler.

Stopping at the stoplight, you pressed the button and waited to cross the street, humming.

"(Name)."

A hand dropped onto your shoulder, it's owner amusedly noting how tense you were.

You slowly turned your head to face the person, praying to every god you could think of that it wasn't who you thought it was.

Fate had a twisted way of playing games with people.

"Hey, (Name)," The person smiled at you. (Name) repressed the urge to tremble at the sight of it. That was the most terrifying thing about them. They would pretend and pretend to be kind and polite, but underneath it all, they were just an abusive asshole. It was terrifying, most of all because despite how much you wanted to stop, you were still terrified of them. "Did you miss me? I hear you're dating someone else now."

You shot a half-hearted glare, taking a step away from them as you pried the hand off your shoulder.

"You know, (Name)," Your old abuser began to speak again. "It's not very nice of you to date someone else only a couple of months after you broke up with me," A seemingly-kind smile. "I'm sure they don't really love you. I mean, it's only been a few months, right? You can't possibly love someone in three months. He's probably just trying to get into your pants–"

"Stop it, (Abuser's Name)!" You yelled in a fit of confidence, glaring at them. "Just shut up and leave me alone!"

Their eyes narrowed and their voice took a sharper tone. "Hey, (Name). No need to get aggressive. I'm just stating the facts. I wouldn't want for anyone to get hurt."

Having used up your confidence, you had shrunk back into yourself, trying to make yourself as small as you could. You clutched at your arms, trying to stop the trembling that had started at the implied threat.

"N-No… Ivan isn't like that…"

"(Name), you know I'm right. Why don't you just cut it out with him and come back to me? I promise I'll treat you better than before, better than you'd ever imagine," Your abuser cooed.

Shifting away uncomfortably, you frowned. "I don't think–"

"Think what, (Name)?" They demanded, causing you to flinch.

"I… I…"

Someone's arm wrapped protectively around you, and you heard a thickly accented voice say with obviously false-cheer, "Ah, Sunflower, who is this? They aren't hurting you, da?"

Looking up, your eyes lit up in relief and you let your body let go off all the tension it had, slumping into Ivan's protective arms.

Ivan took that at a sign that yes, they were, and sent them an icy glare, including a chilling smile and all.

"Please leave my little sunflower alone, da? I would appreciate it. I wouldn't want the nice day I had placed to be ruined."

Now uncomfortable at the addition of another person who was even bigger than they were, your abuser grunted a noncommittal no and turned tail and fled.

Wiggling yourself around, you buried your face in the cream-colored scarf that was dangling in front of Ivan's chest, hands clutching at the fabric of his sweater. Inhaling the smell of your boyfriend, you let yourself lean into him, mumbling a quiet, "Thank you…"

Ivan ran his fingers through your hair and you could just feel the smile on his face. "It's okay, Sunflower. Are you okay?"

You nodded again, this time not saying anything.

Ivan stopped his hand, trailing it down to meet yours, and took it into his own, beginning to pull you along as he walked down the sidewalk. You numbly trailed after his large frame, still shaken from your earlier encounter.

"Come, little flower, let's go somewhere we can be alone."

A/N: I'm really sorry this took so long! I really took my sweet ass time on this, and I apologize profusely. Consider this an early Christmas present.

I really think I didn't keep Russia IC enough, but oh well.

I think 2P!Prussia x Reader is next, but we'll see.