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(Russia x Reader) Shattered Sunflower Memories (1)DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN YOU OR HETALIA!
Shattered Sunflower Memories (Chapter 1)
Sleeping soundly, I had a dream of a young man's profile. He had pale skin with pink blush across his cheeks from the Russian cold. His beige hair seemed soft silk, and it made me want to brush my fingers down his hair. The man had deep, lavender eyes that reflected something far, far away
I fluttered my eyes open to meet a pair of the same, violet orbs, which now sparkled with the smallest hint of joy, barely noticeable. I blushed and sat up in a pile of quilts on a bed.
"You're awake, da?"
"W-who are you, sir?"
I trembled. Why am I here? What had happened to me? The Russian man lifted the corners of his lips and formed a small smile. He took my hands with his large, cold ones and quietly spoke.
"You are in my дома. You were in the cold snow, and I thought I should help you."
I straightened my back, relieved that a kind gentleman as him had helped
(Russia x Reader) Shattered Sunflower Memories (3)DISCLAIMER: I don't own you or Hetalia. You know it. ಠ_ಠ
Shattered Sunflower Memories (Chapter 3)
"Where is my album?!"
Natalya remained quiet. Yekaterina shushed me, but I was too furious. What did Natalya do to it?! I feel my teeth grit and my breathing became fast and hard, like an angry dragon.
"Natalya. I'll ask you again. Where. Is. My. Album."
I heard a click from the door and my head snaps to see (name) step in with the album under her arms. Oh... No, no, this can't be... I flash my little sister a glare, but she doesn't react. I walk quickly towards (name), reaching my hand out to the album, but just when I was going to get my hands on it, (name) put it behind her back. I stare into her eyes, reflecting nothing. Did she regain her memories...? She sighs.
"Unfortunately, I am still 'Aleksandra'. Now tell me, Ivan—"
I cut her off by slamming my hand on the door, making (name) flinch. I kept gazing into her eyes that seeked for answe
(Russia x Reader) Shattered Sunflower Memories (2)DISCLAIMER! I don't own you or Hetalia.
Shattered Sunflower Memories (Chapter 2)
It had been several days ever since that strange incident, when Ivan found me in the snow. I still hadn't been able to recall any memories, but I sure made new ones. They were pleasant, and I felt happy.
I had somewhat convinced everyone to let me sleep on the sofa, and they promised me I would be able to get my own bed one day. I ate a lot, and my body returned to its' normal, healthy structure. Over the several days, Yekaterina, Natalya, and I had gone out shopping for some warm clothes for me to wear, since I didn't have any yet. I felt like I was part of their family, and I was being embraced by a warm, soft love.
"Aleksandra… are you cooking?"
A tired voice called out from the hall, and I saw a sleepy Ivan, rubbing his eyes. I smiled and nod, showing him my soup.
"I'm making some borscht. I woke up early and decided to make breakfast. It's almost done though."
(Russia x Reader) Shattered Sunflower Memories (6)DISCLAIMER! I don't own you or Hetalia.
Bright colors were painted on the walls, creating a joyous atmosphere. The room was filled with beautiful drawings of sunflowers, and it looked as though you were in a field of the sunny, yellow flowers. Latvia smiled as he saw me surprised, yet happy to see this.
"Russia loves sunflowers, remember?"
"Yes… So I painted the walls with fields of sunflower, and my home seemed very warm… unlike the cold Russian weather outside. Ivan loved it…"
I walked into the room, finding cork photo boards overflowing with notes, dates, tickets, as well as photos. I find a piece of post-it paper, and it said, I love you, (name). I'll be back soon. I remember this note. I had called Ivan just because I had nightmares, and I couldn't sleep. He rushed to my side… I found this note when I woke up…
"I… remember some things."
"You do? I'm glad it helped."
Photos. There were photos of us together. Photos of plac
(Russia x Reader) Shattered Sunflower Memories (4)DISCLAIMER I don't own you or Hetalia.
"Eduard Von Bock, also known as Estonia."
Toris said, whispering into the phone. Ivan was currently traveling to America for a world meeting, saying he should get there earlier just in case. Ukraine and Belarus had decided to stay behind, because Ivan had begged them to keep an eye on me. I've been talking to Toris behind Ivan's back. Even after I had 'promised' him I wouldn't try to search for memories, and let them come to me, I had been searching for answers, desperate to know. I scribble down the place of my destination, as well as the name of the person I would be meeting next; Estonia
"Thank you so much, Toris."
"You're welcome... Though I regret telling you now. I feel like you would get hurt, and Russia would get mad at me."
"Please, don't feel bad. I did kind of forced you to tell me. Really, I appreciate it."
"Alright... Can I ask you why you're so desperate to recall your memories?"
"I love Ivan... not only as (name),
(Russia x Reader) Shattered Sunflower Memories (5)DISCLAIMER! I don't own you or Hetalia. ಠ_ಠ
I came home from my visit to Eduard's place with yet another address and phone number in hand—to contact Raivis Galante, who represents the country of Latvia. This time, I was not eager to meet him. I had decided to piece the information gathered together.
One month ago, Ivan came back from the world meeting. He deleted the videos, but he must've found out that I lost memories, or at least something like that… But that all can't happen in a day... or can it? Eduard had refused show me that last video. Does that video possibly have to do with my memories? It has to, because the date that the video was taken was exactly a month ago.
My thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of my cell-phone. I draw it out of my coat-pocket, seeing the Russian's name blink on the screen. Nervously, I pick it up, not wanting to worry Ivan. However, even after picking up and pressing my phone to my ear, I fall silent. I couldn
(England x Reader) Sweet Love Chain (Part 1 of 2)DISCLAIMER! I don't own you, Hetalia, or Britain.
If you see star symbol(s), scroll back up here, please!
Thank you, and enjoy!
*= This story is technically for right-handed people
**= According to my research, Arthur is a lefty, but this is my story, so in my story he is ambidextrous. XD
"Peter Kirkland, I'll ask this one more time. Where is the key?"
"Arthur, I swear! I left it… on the counter… over there…"
Peter's voice became quiet towards the end, and I can see the blonde shrink as he pointed at the counter, trembling. Next to me, I saw Arthur's face fuming with rage, and soon enough I was being dragged into a chase—literally. You see… I was handcuffed to my best guy friend (also my crush), Arthur Kirkland, and I stayed over at his house for several reasons, and Peter just decided to—let's rewind back, because it's not easy to explain.
Arthur, the handsome British gentleman, and I had been friends with since childhood, had
(Russia x Reader) Shattered Sunflower Memories (7)DISCLAIMER!! I don't own you or Hetalia.
This is somewhat short, and the next part released may be the last.
It's just like that time, I thought as I finally landed in my home country, walking towards the hospital where (name) stayed, resting. I quickly paced through the long hallways that seemed to continue forever, trying to find the room where the front desk told me to go. I soon found it, finding myself taking a moment to think, and feel fear before entering. Without giving much thought, I find myself in the room, meeting eyes with (name).
"Aleksandra, you're alright… I'm so glad."
(name) looked away, avoiding eye contact. My heart beat faster, and I slowly made my way across the room besides her bed, along with Ukraine and Belarus.
"I'll leave you two alone."
My sisters left the room, and (name) burst into tears. I don't know what had happened, but all I knew I could do was to hold her close to me. So I did, and I feel her warm body against m
Dark!Italy x Reader (Part 1)I don't own you or HETALIA
Your chestnut-haired friend, an Italian, had hugged you tight and gave you a kiss on each of your cheeks. Giggling, you had hugged him back. Feliciano invited you to his mansion in the warm country of Italy. Your driver who drove you to the mansion had smiled at your friend and helped carry your luggage.
"Your mansion is so beautiful! Oh, I can't believe I'm going to be able to stay here for one whole week with you!"
You exclaimed, and the sweet Italian smiled and hopped up and down, excited as well. The pasta-loving man had always been your friend and kept you great companywarm and kind like the country of Italy itself. The entrance to the mansion itself was amazing. You can see tall, white, statues right after you enter through the Italian-styled entrance gates. In the middle of the entrance was a golden fountain, surrounded by beautiful white lilies.
"Awww, _______, I can't believe it either!"
When the driver had carried
RussiaXReader (Alone) ONE SHOT
The Russian lays in the blood stained snow as his once used to be territory's left him there alone to die. "No one cares for me" he says to himself softly then he closes his eyes and passes out. A few hours pass and he was covered up by the snow that was falling.
You were a girl that got separated from your family during the war and now you're trying to find your way back home hoping your family will be there. The snow was blowing hard so you couldn't barley see anything in front of you, but in the distance you notice the snow had red painted on it so you decided to get closer to it and then you start to make out a lump in the snow. It was a man! You ran to him and started to brush off the snow off his body and face. You start to shake him gently "Sir wake up! Sir!" It didn't take long, he opened his Violet eyes gently, everything was a blurry white at first but then his eyes adjusted to the light seeing a young girl at the corner of his eye.
.:Curse of the Virgin:. Canvas RussiaXReader I am here to tell you a story, a story that will torture your thoughts by day and poison your dreams by night. And though I will do my best, there are no words that can be written nor brush strokes laid on canvas that can describe this stark and utter horror of the night that _______ died.
_______ was that prettiest girl I had ever had the pleasure of throwing my eyes upon. Her delicate figure and (h/l) (h/c) hair was always in that painters updo she did. ______ was a painter, and a beautiful one at it. Her paintings conveyed such emotion, a sad one could make a grown man cry. She would paint anything and everything, from portraits to landscapes, abstract to contrast. I became friends with her at one of her yard sales. I saw one of her magiestic paintings of a glorious sunflower covered field and we hit it up right there. Her (e/c) orbs always shone bright, no matter what was happening.
"Smile! It's your best quality!" She would tell me. I was so shocked when she first confess
Russia x Reader - Fireflies
You were looking outside on a summer night while your close friend, and crush, Ivan watched TV. You waited and kept looking for a long time, you always wanted to look at fireflies though it was tough for you when you always forget to look but this time you wanted to see them for yourself.
You didn't realize that you butt was in the air shaking a little from excitment and Ivan blushed crazy, he didn't know how cute you butt was until now.
"________, what are you looking for out there? Fireflies?" Ivan asked you as he turned to you and wrapped his arm around your waist. You blushed a little but you didn't mind at all.
"Da" You said, you looked at the navy bluse sky then, you felt your eyes getting droopy, you would nod off but you would force yourself to stay up. You gave in and you fell into Ivans body and you snuggled close, you felt yourself go into a deep slumber.
Ivan only looked at you and saw you sleep.
"Why do you always look cute while your sleeping" Ivan thoug
Frozen Warmth [ Russia x Child!Reader ] 03Russia x Child!Reader
About two months have passed (give or take Russia wasn't really sure) since he took (y_n) in. Watching the young country play with some of the woodland creatures, Russia felt a small smile forming on his face. This new country is so innocent and pure, it would be a shame if anything were to happen to it.
And this being the first country he's taken in to his home willingly. Russia knows that he's scary, and one to be feared but not by this young girl. His boss has asked what country you are, the only thing Russia can tell him is that he has to wait and see.
For you're still very small right now. It's hard for him to place where the land you will rule over will appear, and how bit it will be. Hearing the sound of a door close, Russia turned around to see your tiny figure standing in front of the now closed door. Staring at the Russian you asked.
"Russia why did you save me? The rabbit told me that you haven't saved anyone in a while."
Invisible: Russia x ReaderHe doesn't see me.
Should I say something?
You're a relatively small country, you know that. But no one ever saw you. It's nice, quiet sometimes. You're friends with Canada, but somehow you're not fulfilled. And here is Russia, sitting beside you on this cold park bench.
But he can't hear you. Much less see you. You can tell he can't see you, as his large stature led to him taking up most of the bench, and he is too close to you for a stranger. In fact, you were lucky he hadn't sat on you. Perhaps you're wrong. You grapple with the last shining shred of hope left inside you, swallow your fear and say softly, "It's cold out today." You watch the steam fly from your mouth. Well, it's out there now. You can no longer take it back.
The gap between your words and the present grows steadily, your hope slowly being pulverized inside you, when, "Da." escapes from his lips. The puff of vapor floating in the air that held the beautiful word slowly dissipates as you register the sim
RussiaxReader Scared of the DarkThis is a Russiaxreader, it does have a bit of gore in it you are warned.
Great. You were forced to go to the allied nations meeting. Again. You were the country of _________, so you kinda had to go. Right about now, America was yelling about how "the hero should be able to do what he wants" classic America. Britain was still trying to poison everyone with his "delicious scones." France was talking to a floating polar bear (DDD: This is the second time I did this to poor canadia Dx )and China was building a new Chinatown. Then there was Russia, sitting there with an innocent look on his face. Why was he so cute? You had fallen for Russia hard after he helped your country regain strength after a hurricane nearly destroyed it. He was just so god damn cute! His hair looked so soft, his purple eyes made you want to melt, and his voice, oh my his voice! It made your knees feel like jelly when he spoke to you. You were staring off into space, daydreaming when you felt a big hand on
Russian Nights~ RussiaXReaderRussian Nights
It looks like we are finished with the laundry" Toris remarked while stowing the last bundle of clothing away.
"What time is it?" You asked, secretly hoping that it was time for a break.
Toris lifted up his long sleeve, revealing his watch," it's four...We should start on dinner."
"But it's ONLY four"
Yes, but mr. Russia gets angry when he has to eat later than 8 and I have much to teach you.....And you are too inexperienced to survive an angered Mr. Russia" the latter he spoke with a grimace.
"I'd rather not see what that is like." You agreed as you took a peek out the window. Gray overcast skies were slowly engulfing the last breaths of sunlight. " Days are so short here -It's hard to get used to. There's no warming sun, just a fluorescent lightbulb." You had been traded into Mr. Russia's house about two weeks ago for some territory. You duty was to become basically a maid with the other Baltics. Tori's was showing you the ropes of housekeeping and acting as a older b
Russia x Reader: Not as Strange as They SayAnother day, another world conference without a solution. As always. How Russia hated it.
A fact that the large nation hated even more was that he didn't really have anyone to vent to. His Baltics and Ukraine left, and Belarus lost her interest in her brother when she finally realised that he'd never love her back in that way.
So, Ivan Braginski was all alone now.
Well, almost all alone.
"Russia?" a female voice suddenly asked.
"Oh, привет(1), (Name)." the Russian replied once he recognised the younger nation. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
(Name) was the human representation of some English territory, meaning she had to grow up eating bad food. But she grew up to be very caring towards others, even Russia and Sweden.
"Oh, it's nothing, really. But you seemed a bit...down, so I wondered if everything was alright." she said honestly.
"I'm very much fine, da~? You need not worry about me, немн&
Country X Reader: A Little Misfit (Russia)Halfway down the hall you heard footsteps behind you and turned around to see....
You couldn't help but let out a shriek of terror.
You had heard things about him.... bad things.....
You tried to run down the hall, but you were so cared, you couldn't move.
So you sat there as he slowly drew closer, shaking and shivering, breath caught in your throat, eyes wide, unable to move....
He gave you a small child-like grin and reached out with one large gloved hand and pet the top of your head.
You relaxed a little, but were still scared as hell.
You thought to yourself 'Maybe he doesn't want to hurt me.... who am I kidding, every one wants to hurt me!'
He slowly pulled his hand back and looked into your (e/c) eyes and smiled again.
He then said sympathetically "Poor little sunflower... I sit in your class, and followed you out after your little outburst. I want you to know I never once laughed with them. It's sad that they treat a pretty little sunflower like you so badly.
(Russia x Reader) Shattered Sunflower MemoriesDISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN YOU, RUSSIA, OR HETALIA. ಠ_ಠ
Shattered Sunflower Memories (Prolouge)
It was the dead of night, and silence enveloped the town. I lay in the untouched, clean, white snow, and held my palms upwards, toward the sky. The falling snow melts as soon as it came in contact with my hands, and I shiver.
"S-so cold "
The snow accumulates without a sound, like light, and I keep watching the snowflakes landing on my lashes. As the snow became thicker, I was brought back to my senses. Who am I? I thought, trying to wind back in time, remembering my name. I try to recall the memories, but my mind refuses to do so.
I small girl lay in the snow. I smiled as I sprinted over to her side. In this gray world, time had stopped, including my heart and my thoughtsexcept for the falling snowflakes. She was an angel. Her body lay in the cold sheet of snow, weakly yet innocently. I stared into her unfocused, blank eyes. Then a drop ap
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