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Happy Birthday, da? Russia x Reader by 666kurai, literature
Literature
Happy Birthday, da? Russia x Reader
You were just sitting at home alone. Sure, it was your birthday, but that didn’t mean that you had to do anything about it. You were just going to sit around all day, watch some tv, maybe listen to loud music with a new speaker you had gotten, and maybe even derp around deviantART.
Of course you had to keep your friends at bay, they had all wanted to throw you a party. But you weren’t really feeling it. Birthday parties were for little kids, or rich kids with shit loads of money (which, granted, Alfred was, but you still didn’t want a wild party).
You flopped back onto the couch and started to flip aimlessly through the ch
WARNING: I use a bad word. Like really bad (and that's saying something coming from someone who cusses like Romano), but it's nothing that doesn't happen out in the real world. If you get offended easily you might not want to read this... I guess you could say it's pro gay rights, and I take a second to defend true communism.
"Why don't you just leave, commie bitch?" Amelia said to Anya, getting in the Russian woman's face.
Anya frowned, used to the taunts, but didn't do anything to defend herself. It made you feel horrible, so you dove in to attempt to help. "Why don't you back the fuck off, Amelia?" you asked harshly, moving yourself in f
You walked out of the world meeting, feeling chills. It was Russia again, and you didn't know why he could make you feel this way. You positively hated it, and in turn had started to hate him. Snowflakes had started to drift down from the sky. All you had on you were some papers tucked in your coat for the meeting, and the only person that had offered to share a cab with you was France. In short, you had no money and no means, and were stuck walking to the airport to get back home.
Jack Frost nipped at your nose and you wrapped your coat around you tighter. Then you got a peculiar sense someone was following you. You started to walk faster,
Slight warning: Strong language, gore, and I dis America. A lot. Fuck I hate that whiney little bastard...
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"Are you listening to me?" your boss asked impatiently.
You doodled in your notebook, "No, actually. You're quite boring."
"_____, you have to be prepared for this. You're still young..." And he droned on and on. You just stared out the window watching the snow start to fall. Frowning, you watched it collect on the ground. Snow was alright, but you hated the cold.
Your lessons had been hell today. Sure, you were still a new country, but all the strategy and tips they were trying to force down your throat were fucking annoying. Aft
Invisible: Russia x Reader VI by 666kurai, literature
Literature
Invisible: Russia x Reader VI
Ivan walks into the room Toris told him, his knuckles still white around the pipe. You're hooked up to tubes of all shapes and sizes. Ivan's purple eyes widen and fill with fear as he looks at you. Somehow you sense his presence, and open your eyes. "Ivan," you croak, your heart soaring, "put away the pipe."
"_____!" he says his eyes filling with hope. Stashing the pipe, his sits beside you, holding your cold hand in his massive one. "I thought-" You see a tear drip down his face, and you feel so terrible for this happening today.
Squeezing his hand you try your best to comfort him, "It's alright now, I'm fine. I won't ever leave you."
He
Invisible: Russia x Reader IV by 666kurai, literature
Literature
Invisible: Russia x Reader IV
Sorry, this one is a little short, but I like where it ends...
You can see the profile in the window, cowlick and all. "Shit." you utter.
"What is it, подсолнечника?" (sunflower)
America's voice comes out of your home. The only thing you register is that it is loud. No words really get across. "That."
Ivan squeezes your good shoulder lightly to comfort you as the door swings open and you hear a gun being cocked. "Let go of my brother's girl, commie bastard."
Canada is yelling lightly in the background, "Where on Earth did you get a gun? Don't hurt _____!"
Ivan
Invisible: Russia x Reader III by 666kurai, literature
Literature
Invisible: Russia x Reader III
You walk on for what seems like forever, you're not tired, but you're extremely antsy. The only thing keeping you from jumping up and down in giddy exasperation is Ivan's firm, comforting, grip on your hand. In an effort to calm yourself down, you focus on the hand intertwined with your own, so big in comparison, and very very warm... Finally you come to a big house.
Worry grips your heart, as you're brought back from your reverie. Canada's words come back to you:
'I don't think you should hang out with him.
He's really dangerous.
Look what happened to Lithuania!'
...Dangerous...
Did Ivan just want you to come and live with him? You co
Invisible: Russia x Reader II by 666kurai, literature
Literature
Invisible: Russia x Reader II
The next day you go back to the park, hopeful to see Russia again. Getting to your bench, disappointed, you sit. You take out a sketchpad and start to draw some people walking by, but Ivan is still cluttering your thoughts. So you flip the page and start to draw him, trying to capture the mesmerizing details of his face. You're lost in the complicated features that you can't seem to do justice.
An annoying voice brings you back to reality, "Bonjour, ma petite."
"Hi." you say dismissively, until you take a moment to absorb his words. Then you look back up at him in disbelief, "France?"
The blond's face lights up and he is pleased you recogn
Invisible: Russia x Reader by 666kurai, literature
Literature
Invisible: Russia x Reader
He 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 watc