This is a RussiaxOC, don't like? DON'T READ. Flames will be used to cook smores :D I own KJ but not Hetalia. (If I did there would be aloooot of yaoi
:3)
Me: This is going to be epic!
Kj: I told you to stop using me in your messed up stories!
Me: yeah yeah :3
Kj: *sighs*
Me: Enjoooy~
KJ shivered in the cold air, she liked the cold but this was just insane! God, she missed Ireland. KJ looked around the small street she was walking down, it was empty as usual, this part of Moscow was scary and most people didn't stay out past dark, but the slum she grew up in was the same. No, wait there are two men up ahead, KJ stopped and reached into her parka's pocket, her fingers closing around her butterfly knife.(which was a gift from her brother, they always joked around with knives as kids) Her eyes widened as one hit the other brutally over the head with…a pipe? The guy with the pipe had a weird blackish purple aura around him; Kj started backing up as the weird guy turns around,
"Вы видели, что да*?" He said in a strange innocent voice, his eyes were scarier than the aura,
"E-Erm, да!*"
Kj stammered, she froze when he began to move toward her,
"English da?" He said, the aura was fading and Kj nodded. He smiled and actually looked innocent which disturbed her more,
"Come; let us go drink Vodka Da?"
Ok… What? Was all that Kj could think as she nodded again, she couldn't say no she just saw this guy hit another guy over the head with a pipe! The Russian laughed and grabbed her shoulder tightly, leading her onto another street and into a dingy bar. Kj was stiff and nervous the whole way, this was against everything her brother had ever taught her. The ash haired man pushed on her shoulder harshly and she fell onto a bar stool.
"два круглых водки да***" He told the brutish bar tender, Kj somewhat understood what he said.
"So miss, you are not Russian da?"
"Erm no, I'm Irish"
"Ahhh Irish, you are good drinker da?"
"Well I guess," This was strange, this guy was acting like they were friends; he just knocked a guy out with a pipe and left him to die in the snow! The bartender set two bottles of vodka on the counter along with two shot glasses. That's a round? Wow… The weird guys thanked the bartender in Russian then turned back to her,
"Drink my new comrade!"
She blinked,
"The hell? I just met you and you—
The look on the Russians face made her shut up instantly,
"o-ok let's drink," Kj stammered out and she poured herself a shot. The Russian smiled again and uncorked his bottle, drinking straight from it. After a few minutes of drinking in silence Kj felt a little more relaxed, she always did with a little alcohol in her system, she felt warmer too, much warmer so she shed her parka to reveal the red camisole she wore under it. The chill of the room made her shiver so she slid the parka up around her shoulders again,
"You are not used to the cold da?"
The weird-killer-smiley guy asked,
"No, I just came here a couple months ago,"
Kj answered cautiously,
"Ahh then you must let me show you around miss…"
"Oh I'm Kathryn Johnston… Most people call me Kj though,"
"I am Ivan Braginski, Miss Kj"
He smiled again and Kj smiled back as she threw back another shot,
"Glad to meet you ,"
He took a swig out of the bottle, the smile still affixed to his face. That smile was kind, so very kind, and Kj was so very drunk. (Most Irish people are very social drinkers and you'll often find them in flocks at the bar with arms wrapped around each other or simply leaning against each other) They were just drinking after all, so after half a bottle of vodka her memory of the night faded and Mr. Braginski was just a drinking buddy not some weirdo murderer. She leaned against his shoulder for balance and Ivan looked at her,
"You are ok da?"
"Da"
Kj said drunkenly as she took another swig from her bottle. Ivan chuckled,
"You are drunk miss Kj"
"Drop the miss, your makin' me feel old," Ivan laughed softly at Kj's slurred speach,
"You are very drunk Kj da?"
"Mmm yeah" Kj slurred, "I may be just a little drunk"
Kj snuggled into Ivan's shoulder,
"You're really nice for buying me vodka Mr. Braginski"
"Now now, if we are to be comrades you will call me Ivan da?"
"Ok thanks Ivan," Kj slurred, she felt her vision growing dim and she knew way too late that she had drank too much.
000
Kj woke up with a pounding headache, "Bloooody hell" she moaned,
"you are awake da?," Kj froze and realized the pillows were too plush and the blanket too warm to be hers, "W-where am I?" she stammered out, her voice was shaky and showed how scared she was,
"In my home, I carried you here after you blacked out da?"
Kj realized HE was beside her in the big fluffy bed. She looked up and into the Violet eyes of psycho-guy, he was smiling sweetly down at her and she found she wasn't scared of him, she still had her camisole and cargo pants on, everything still seemed to be attached to her body, and she was oddly comfortable even. She sighed,
"Do you have any aspirin Ivan?" wait… did she just call him Ivan? Where did that come from?
"You have a hangover da?"
"Yes…" she said sulkily, the Russian seemed to be fine and he drank more than she did. Ivan chuckled
"I will get you aspirin and water da?"
"Thanks"
When Ivan got out of bed Kj felt cold again and a small part of her regretted asking for the aspirin but the rest or her remembered what had happened and how they met. She had to get out of here, well maybe after she got her aspirin, and maybe some breakfast. Ivan seemed nice, maybe the other guy was just some asshat. She heard Ivan coming up the stairs and sat up.
"I brought you aspirin and water"
"Thanks," she said and managed a half-smile. Ivan smiled back sweetly,
"you are happy here da?"
"Erm yeah, you have a nice house," Kj said as she popped a couple aspirins in her mouth then downed the glass of water. Ivan seemed pleased,
"you live in bad part of town da?"
"yeah"
Ivan simply nodded and sat on the edge of the bed,
"You do not live there anymore; you live here with me now da?"
Kj stared at him,
"W-Wha?"
"Da!" Ivan said while smiling brightly.
"are you crazy?"
"crazy no, incredibly generous da!"
Ivan hugged her tightly, "Toris will get your things da?"
Ivan looked over to a man with shoulder-length brown hair and green eyes who seemed to be scared of Ivan "Y-yes sir. Where do you live miss?"
She had no choice it seemed, "24 Trisverskia Street…" Her voice reflected her lack of enthusiasm. The man nodded and made a quick exit. Kj looked at Ivan who was still grinning his big innocent grin, he really did seem nice but that man seemed scared of him. Ivan laid beside her and wound his strong arms around her waist,
"you will become one with me da?"
"WHAT?"
translations:
*You saw that yes?
** Yes
*** Two round of vodka yes?
Kj: o.o I hate you.
Me: no you don't~
Kj: yes I do
Me: -_-" you know what, u just earned yourself smut.
Kj: WHA?
Me: BWAHAHAHA If I get a review I'll do Russia/Kj smut :D
Kj: NO
Me: and Kj will be wearing something smexy~
Kj: :(
Me: READ AND REVIEW :D
