PROLOGUE
-A NEW DAY-
The smell of coffee hung low in the air. I watched intently as mellow sunlight poured through the slightly cracked glass window, exposing the tiny dust particles that busily danced through the poignant atmosphere. I suddenly remembered why I was standing here, in front of Russia's room, in the first place. With a barely audible sigh, I knocked on the large wooden door.
"Sir? Is everything okay?" I didn't call too loudly, knowing that Russia must not have been too far from the door.
"Angela? Come in, if you'd like," Russia's voice was muffled by the door, but I was used to hearing it this way. Often times, I've found myself in front of his door, asking if he was alright. His replies were often lies and always muffled by this same wooden door.
I opened the door in a desultory manner (a part of me didn't want to startle him with a sudden door swing) and I entered his room. I didn't come here often but the first time that I did, I took in everything. I tried my best to memorize the placing of the loose grey curtains and the large bed that sat at the end of the room, with a mirror above it. I also memorized the beautiful carpet, and how well it complemented the light brown interior. Remembering all of this was actually really unnecessary, but I never thought that I'd be allowed in his room again.
"Belarus is gone now, it's okay!" I tried my best to sound cheery so Russia would calm down. This was like a routine now: Belarus doing something that creeped Russia out. I'd then come back after Belarus decided to leave. She actually had quite an interesting schedule. She did spend a lot of her time clinging to Russia, but that's not all she did.
"Ah, is she really gone?" Russia asked, cradled in a corner of his room. For such a big, intimidating guy, if you met him for the first time in his current state right now, perhaps you'd never be able to take him seriously again.
"Yeah," I replied as I knelt down beside of him, "She'll be here in spirit though."
"What was that?"
"Oh, nothing!" I replied, offering my hand in order to help him up. He stared at my outstretched hand for a while, as if contemplating whether taking it was the right thing to do. Russia's features then returned to the elated and innocent one that I'd started to know and love. His gloved hand reached for mine, and I quickly helped him up.
I glanced at the simple, leather watch that hugged my wrist. It read '6:58 a.m.'
With a subtle smile, my eyes met Russia's, "Well then, Mr. Russia, shall we prepare for a new day?"
A/N – Heyo. This story is a Russia x OC one. I wanted to use a normal human, someone who doesn't appear in Hetalia. Angela is just a character that I made up on the spot. For this story, I'd like to make it very descriptive, and future chapters will be much lengthier. Anyways, I'll update this whenever I get the time. I promise you, this story will start off slow but eventually get a lot more intense. Hey, hey, let's take a break from having Russia be the villain in fanfics every time :D
Thank you for reading! ~(◠‿◕✿)