A.N. MAN, I HATE writing those summaries, I never have enough room to make them good!.. Anyways.. Hey, this is another story I started over 2 years ago and have decided to turn into a PrussiaXReader story! I edited all the chapters I have right now. Sorry if they're a bit awkward at first. I'm also sorry if this is kind of dramatic or mary-sue at parts ( I tried to make it so it wasn't anymore but it might still be to some *shrugs* ) Anyways, this story is an idea I got when I was listening to the song Let Go by Frou Frou ( It has nothing to do with the lyrics at all btw ) so yea... Thanks for reading! Tell me of any grammar or spelling mistakes I missed!
Ch. 1 Not Ready.
" AGH! LET GO!" You demanded of Russia as he picked you up by the back of your jacket. You growled and struggled to get out of his grasp, Russia only smiled down at you in response. He seemed to skip blissfully in a circle as he swung you around like a little girl swinging a doll. He then suddenly threw you against a wall as if you were a ball attached to a string, him expecting you to bounce back over to him. You let out a gasp as your back connected with the wall roughly, it feeling as if one of your lungs had just been ripped out from inside of you.
You bounded forward a little bit from the impact and then fell hard onto the ground. You toppled over onto your side, coughing and gasping for air as if you were dying from suffocation of smoke smothering your lungs. You wrapped an arm around to your side in a failed attempt to clutch at your back that was immense pain now. Your eyes clenched tightly shut but soon shot wide open as you heard,almost melodic, foot steps coming towards you. You pushed yourself up onto your knees with one of your hands, the other one still clutching at your side. You were almost shaking from the pain and adrenalin coursing through you. You glared up at the cruel platinum blonde Russian as you watched him skip over to you. His hands held behind his back, his eyes closed calmly, that smile still plastered on his face as he hummed disturbingly.
You growled at him as a warning as he came to a stop in front of you. He opened his eyes and looked down at you happily and amused somehow, he giggled slightly at your growling. He raised up his big boot wearing of a foot, faced the bottom sole of it at you and proceeded his foot forward. You leaned back and grabbed it with the hand that you had used to push yourself up. His smile just widened as he suddenly stomped his foot into you, smashing your hand into your chest and pushing you back against the wall.
"T-tch." you closed my eyes in pain and clenched you jaw,resisting the slightest sound of pain to escape your throat. He tilted his head as he continued to smile down at you. You opened one eye to glare up at him, but both eyes shot open as you saw him take his hands out from behind his back.
He proudly brought out his pipe, rusted and decorated with dry flecks of blood Liet must have missed. All you could do was watch as he starred admiringly at his favorite possession, running the cold metal between his gloved fingers. He twirled it around as if it were a baton and looked down at you from the corner of his eyes, his smile now a chillingly calm, evil thing of a smile. You could feel a shiver go up your spine from the look he gave, but you then turned to ice completely as you saw him raise the thick and heavy pipe above his head; then in a swift movement swing it down at you with all his power. It was as if time slowed down, you couldn't move, or even blink as he swung it down. It was only when it was right in front of your face that you snapped out of it and shut your eyes tight and swung your head to the side, trying to some how dodge but also brace yourself for the worst pain to come.
SMASH
A loud crunch was the only thing you heard until a familiar chuckle came to your ear. Your eyes shot open as you snapped your head back up. Russia's face was right there in front of yours, him just smiling the smile from the beginning. You slowly turned your head to see that he had missed and hit a spot on the wall that was right next to your head. You stared at the hole in the wall, the cracks forming and the rubble and dust falling from it. You were shocked but were soon snapped out of it as you felt something on lay on top of your head. You looked back and saw Russia still smiling down at you, his large hand on your head patting ,or rather petting, you gently.
" This is when you lose, _. I told you, you were not ready~", Russia chimed, prying his pipe out of the wall and taking his foot away from you and placing it firmly on the ground. He crouched down in front of you, his hand still on your head."You are not too hurt,da?", he asked, tilting his head and smiling. You stared at him for a couple of seconds but then looked away and shook your head 'no', lying and ignoring the pain you felt. His smile widened," Good." He nodded before standing up and walking away, now it looked as if he were dancing.
You pulled yourself up onto your feet, even though you felt as if you would topple over again any second. You leaned against the wall, still clutching at your side. 'I hate this... I hate this so so SO much!...' You looked down, your bangs casting a shadow over your eyes.
" WHY! ? WHY CAN'T I DO THIS! ?" You yelled out after him, wondering why you always fail at what you try the hardest at. You growled, never have you felt as mad as you did now. " I KNOW I'M RE-"
" You are not ready, _ ... You are just not ready.", Russia answered before you finished, closing the door behind him as he went back inside.
You just stood there, eyes wide in disbelief. Soon you slid down the wall until you were sitting at the bottom again. You buried your face in your hands," Why can't I...? Why am I not ready...?" Was all you kept asking yourself as you sat there against this cold stone wall... At least the cold touch soothed your swelling back a little.