a piece of something [countryhuman x reader oneshot]

your presence (soviet x reader)

Dying Soviet x caretaker reader.

So it's like, you take care of him in his last bit of breath.

After the war ends, no, after everything ends and peace was found, here I was. Still, as a woman nursing for people. I was a caretaker in a nursing home. It's not that hard to take care of these old people who lost or was abandoned by their family. It's just sometime anoying where you need to repeat or speak in higher tone so they can hear you.

But not this man. The USSR, or Soviet, was a very good listener. He even enjoys your company, making you his personal caretaker. He can do everything by himself, but his body sometimes won't support. He is getting weaker and weaker, he don't like it if you got busy on him. So he just did everything himself.

He was abandoned by his children. He was sick and partially blind because of his sickness. So they get him here, to you.

You were currently walking to his room with cups of tea. You found him sitting on a chair near the big window, leading to a beautiful orange sunset. He noticed your presence as he asked. "The sky is beautiful isn't it?"

He look onto you with his right eye got patched and his left eye, where it's color started to fade. "Indeed sir. How are you?" You asked.

"I never been this good so far, knowing my vision really started to fade." He answered.

You sat on the opposite chair, putting the tray of tea. This now fully blind man is really a father figure to you, why would his kids trow him away? You never cared of his crime, thinking your father have done more.

You never really felt love until you met him. But you know that his time is almost here. Soon, you will see his body pale and cold. You ignored the thought and give him his tea. You took a sip of yours, then once again see the now red sky.

"Thank you. For being here with me. Having your presence is truly a bless, a pleasure." He said, breaking the silence.

"But, I can no more see your pretty   (e/c) shine, your (h/l) (h/c) that keeps falling from it locks, and your beautiful figure. (Y/n), you are like my own daughter. Even if we're not blood related I wish we were. I wouldn't blame the gods for that, as long as I still got your presence here. With me" He said out of the blue.

You felt, happy, loved, sad, you don't know what this feeling is. It hits you real hard as tear started to fell down to you cheek. You wipe it out and let out a sigh. 'I shouldn't cry' you thought.

You walk to him, siting in front of him. You hold his hand gently. "The pleasure is all mine sir. And I am glad to have you here, with or without your vision.and it also would be a bless if the gods allows me to fully be your daughter. Because I see you as my father figure. " Another tears fell down as you cried silently.

You don't like the past with your father. His voice, his actions, the bruises and cuts he left on your skin. Your heart aches as you started sobbing on his lap. He soothes you and hums you sweet Lulibies. It feels warm. Is this a true father-love to its daughter?

He got a soft spot on you, something rare to a man like him. But you just enjoy the moment, something that might happen again.

And the next day, you found yourself sitting near a bed, holding a cold hand in your grips. With a pale man laying there. His body started to fade from his limbs, his body then head.

"(Y/n), благодарю вас"
(Thank you) He said as he totally fade away.

You sat there in silence, no reaction. The white blanket is the only thing laying on the bed. No, his eyepach is still over the pillow. You took it and hold it to your chest. You stood up and leave the room, empty....

Sorry! It's short. I don't know what to write but here it is. I hope you like it.