Russia x Fem! Reader
Late Night Dancing
>Part one<
Part two
(c) Hetalia
Ivan had it in his mind that he had to make his best impression on this woman, not only because she was an Underling of one Alfred's, but because he felt a slight admiration for this woman. She had already given him the impression of a hard worker, but also as Toris had mentioned she was kind, or well close to something of the sort.
The night was crisp, cold and of course, it was dark. Sticking his hands in his pockets the Russian male glanced over to [first name]. The silence was not awkward, or tense for either of them as if they had known each other
Russia x Fem! Reader
Late Night Dancing
Part one
(c) Hetalia
[First name] was no doubt the love of his life. Ivan enjoyed every second he spent with the smaller woman. Brushing her hair, feeling her shoulder as if to see if she was really there listening to her voice. These were all things the Russian male loved to do and took time out of his day just to make sure it was still her, to make sure she was okay and healthy. Ivan often put paperwork aside just to care for the woman, seeing as she had some depressive issues and would curl up alone in their bedroom. She had episodes that made her seem lifeless, and it scared the living hell ou
Russia x Deceased!Reader: November 12, 2005 by Jasuchiiii, literature
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Russia x Deceased!Reader: November 12, 2005
Deceased!Reader x Russia
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November 12, 2005
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It hurts.
It always does.
The feeling of emptiness when Ivan turns to the side of an empty bed.
His heart feels hollow, dull, as if it barely existed.
He is always in pain.
Nothing is right because he is missing half of his heart.
Nothing is right because he is supposed to feel warm.
Nothing is right because love is not supposed to be a feeling when you want to drown yourself.
But that's how it is.
That's how he felt when he turned over to his side.
It's painful when he reaches over and touches the cold night air.
Because the woman he loved didn't exist in this world.
Becaus
Bullied!Reader X Russia - Cold War by xXGoldRoseXx, literature
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Bullied!Reader X Russia - Cold War
Warning: Slight Swearing
This is my story. So I guess I should introduce myself. I'm (F/N) your average teenage girl. I like regular teenage girl things you could say, like music, social media and TV. Its kind of hard to bring me down. I'm pretty happy most of the time.
Except at school. Why? Not because the work although I do hate the excessive amount of work they give us, But I (F/N) (L/N) get bullied waaay too often. Do I get upset? Nah not really. I really don't know why they bully me to be honest. Its mostly the popular girls like Amelia Jones or Alice Kirkland. But some how with their popular girl status, they got the whole school to
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Cracked!Russia X Reader Fluff
"Ivan?" you walked into the room tentatively, looking around with concern and trepidation. Granted, the large Russian man had always frightened you a little, but that wasn't about to get in the way of your friendship with him. The Baltic Brothers, as you liked to call them, had called you up this morning in clear fright, begging you to come and see to the man.
Through their incoherent blabbering, you had managed to figure out that apparently the Russian, always so childlike, had gone completely insane and holed himself up in his room. Nothing had been heard from him in two days except for the horrific sounds of glass breaking, loud roaring,
Looks can be deceiving - Russia x Reader by Ashry42, literature
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Looks can be deceiving - Russia x Reader
Human AU (Alternate Universe)
My brain couldn’t process what I was looking at. My eyes wide open in bewilderment, I just stood there, unable to move, with my mouth gaping open. For a moment I truly believed I must have been daydreaming. I mean this is not something that usually happens, so it must be a dream, right? Anything unusually is usually a dream. But this scene was more than just unusual, it was down-right hilarious!
I suddenly burst out laughing, clenching my stomach and bending forward. This was something that I would never have expected to see, not even in my dreams. I guess my imagination wasn’t big enough.
“H
War's Antidote | Chapter 1 [Ivan x Reader] by Braginskey, literature
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War's Antidote | Chapter 1 [Ivan x Reader]
March 20th, 1943.
The winter was cold, the air dry and unforgiving. It felt like daggers on the sensitive facial skin even to those whom were used to the cold, harsh winters. The small and very old wood stove simply couldn't handle the harsh blizzard and thus was huddled around by the two inhabitants of the sorry excuse for a house they currently stayed in. One of these people was Ivan Braginsky, Marshal of the Soviet Union; the highest rank there was, (not counting Stalin's exclusive rank, which he kept denying to be officially.) The other was [F/N] [L/N], a Lieutenant of ground forces. In an effort to spy on the Nazi generals, a plan had b
White. I opened my eyes and saw nothing but pure, white. Was I dead? I was so cold... how could I be dead? Heaven - if that was where I was to go - was pure and wonderful, not this. Hunger gnawed at my insides, the pangs like a dagger stabbing repeatedly. How long had it been since I had eaten? I did not know. My sister... had she abandoned me? Where had she gone?
I moved to sit up, my body sore, as if ran over by a train repeatedly. When I sat up, I saw something covered in snow next to me. It was such a strange shape; it could not have been a log of any sort. I put my hand on it and brushed off the newly fallen snowflakes. To my surprise,
The Week | Ivan x Reader | Chapter One by Braginskey, literature
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The Week | Ivan x Reader | Chapter One
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"Comrade Ivan, Comrade Stalin would like to see you in his chambers."
"...Alright."
The man stood from his old wooden desk and put his cap on, even if he were to remove it minutes later. He cut his lamp off and heaved a sigh, shutting his door almost all the way before going down the hall to his leader's chambers. Hard military men like him were often shaken to their core while dealing with their rather insane leader and he was no exception. Though he masked his fear well, even he was afraid of what Stalin might do next. He closed his eyes and looked down in a prayer before knocking on the door.
"Comrade Stalin, it is--"
Pondering (Russia x reader) by 2121beast, literature
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Pondering (Russia x reader)
Ivan stared at his reflection with a thoughtful frown on his face. He still had no idea how someone like him could have captured the affection as someone as sweet as you.
He looked at the scars on his neck and his frown grew. He was so broken, while as for (name) she was so pure and full of innocence. He looked down at his rugged hands which were tainted with the blood of many, and let out a frustrated sigh.
Why did you choose him? Ivan had pondered this many times before but could never come up with an answer, because there were so many men out there who were willing to love you and settle down in a comfortable house and never