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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
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
(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
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.
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
.: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
(Request) Dark!RussiaxReaderGoose bumps ran along your arms. Damn it, he was doing it again. You looked out of the corner of your eye across the meeting table. Yep. Russia was staring at you, a childlike grin on his face.
Your face heated as you looked over at America, who, for once, was listening intently as England spoke.
You were at the world conference meeting, where England was currently giving a presentation of border wars. A bit shyly you tugged on America's sleeve. He looked over, his eyebrows raised. Your (color) eyes connected with his blue ones and he understood.
"He's doing it again, isn't he?" He whispered, anger lining his voice.
You gave slight nod, averting your eyes. America glared over at the Russian, his sky blue eyes burning only to be met with cold lavender. Russia smiled at him, giving him a slight wave.
"What a creep." Alfred murmured to you.
Russia had been doing this for months now. Just staring at you, studying everything his eyes would tell him. It made you very uncomfortable. That's wh
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
Lovers - Russia x Reader
Russia x Reader
A familiar place lay about you and even after time had gone by you remembered it still the same and were glad to see that it still existed. As you watched with greying eyes and shaking limbs, the field of golden sunflowers seemed to spring to life in front of you with an unnatural light that warmed your heart but brought tears to your soul.
Once, a long time ago, you had experienced something wonderful in this field of flowers and now you knew it would never happen again. Even in your mind you fought to stop the old image of the man you had fallen in love with, a man of gentility and sweetness, being replaced with his recent image of coldness and terror. You felt yourself almost collapsing at the thought that so much could have changed, and all because the rules that had stopped you both from being together.
You regretted too that you had been the one to end it all by listening to the advice of your parents and family. You had realised too soon that there would a
Russia x Reader .:Please Wake Up:. It was news to everyone; big, shocking, upsetting news. No one expected it to happen to ___, of all people. How could the quiet, over polite, extremely careful girl get hit by a car? Just simply crossing the street after she got off the late shift at the little cafe she worked at. Now in critical care ___ laid in a hospital bed barely clinging to life.
Everyone she knew, which was many people, was taking it hard. Even the regulars at the cafe days were thrown off when they heard ___ wouldn't be back for a while. But no one was taking it harder than her best friend, Ivan. The poor boy hasn't left her bedside since she was set there. Even after visiting hours he was still there. No one or thing could move him. He would wait until the end of the world for his beloved sunflower to wake up.
The girl was barely awake when they brought her in. She was in a haze muttering on about something but no one understood what. Then all it once it just stopped. It appeared ___ had fall
My SunshineWarning: Dead!Russia x Depressed!Reader. Sad content, but I feel like it's not enough to warn, so please, don't read this if you can't take it. I mean no offense to anyone.
"I just love you so much, (Name)." He murmured as his hands started trailing circles on your arms up and down in a twist of patterns.
"More than sunflowers?" You giggle, feeling high on the beauty people call love.
"So much more." He replied as he started to place delicate kisses on your neck and down to your collar bone. Moments like these were your favorite. When it was just you and him, his arms wrapped around your waist in a protective manner. These moments were like paradise.
"Hmm, Ivan~" You murmurer and roll over, expecting to find the handsome Russian's warm body welcoming you to snuggle into him. As soon as your mind realized there was nothing but empty, unused bed, your eyes snap open and delicate, unwanted tears start to roll down your cheeks. Why did you have to leave?
(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
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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