The Little Things: Russia x Reader

You sigh as you walk into the meeting room. Looking around, you see you're one of the first to arrive. You slowly walk over to your seat and stiffen. There, on your chair, is a little note. You smile as you pick it up. It wasn't the first time you have gotten one, but it was the first time the note had a gift in it. You giggle quietly and you pick up the little flower hair clip. Pinning it in your hair you return your attention to the note.

{I know there is strength in the differences between us and I know there is comfort where

we overlap.}

You smile again and carefully fold the note before putting it in your pocket. So far this was your favorite out of all the little notes, even though some before it had made you squeal in delight. Things like "When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible" or "You have made a place in my heart where I thought there was no room for anything else. You have made flowers grow where I cultivated dust and stones."

You slowly take a seat as the rest of the nations enter the room. You carefully examine each one, looking for any sign that they might be your secret admirer. You shake your head and instead turn your attention the ones who had been here before you. Pushing your (h/l) (h/c) hair behind your ear you glance over England and France, already trying to strangle each other. You know it wouldn't be France, if he were your SA he would just come right up to you and say it. And seeing America try and drag England off the French, you realize it wouldn't be either of those two either. England never paid you any attention, and America, well, he was too loud and bold to do something like write little notes.

Glancing over Germany as he clearly grew more and more irritated, you knew it couldn't be him. It was too obvious he had something for Italy to even bother considering the thought he was the writer. That of course marked Italy off the list as well. Finally, your gaze settles on Russia and the Baltics. You knew it wasn't the Baltics, although you realized they were always very careful around you, almost as if they were scared of you, or rather, scared of what might happen if someone ELSE found out. Your (e/c) gaze moved to Russia and a blush spread across your cheeks as you realized he had been looking at you. Amusement played in his violet eyes as he smiled childishly.

You blush and turn your attention back to Germany as he finally snaps and jumps to his feet, shouting at the other countries to calm down. Out of the corner of your eye you see Russia tilt his head, then you notice his smile brighten. The Baltics look terrified and huddle together, almost like they were seeking safety. You gulp as you notice Russia's smile turn into a terrifying sneer, the dark aura growing around him. Looking around you notice China quivering in fear close to you, his eyes locked with Russia's. You tilt your head and shrug, brushing it off completely. You didn't realize that China had been staring at you, thinking about how cute you looked in your (length) (f/c) spaghetti strap dress. You played with a strand of your hair as the other countries go about their business.

You were almost asleep by the time the (unproductive) meeting came to an end. Giving a slight yawn, as you stood from your chair, you failed to notice Russia stalking over to China. The men watched you leave before they stared each other down. You were completely unaware of the other nations trying to stop a blood bath as you got in your car to leave.

The next day you rushed to get to the UN building, having come up with a plan to catch your secret admirer. You figured they had to be there before the others in order to leave the note without being caught. So you snuck down the halls until you reached the meeting room. Peeking in you gasped when you saw the Baltics standing with Russia, who stood by your chair. He seemed a little unsure as he held a pen and a small slip of paper. Estonia was rubbing his neck.

"How about "Love must be as much a light, as it is a flame"?"

Lithuania twiddled his thumbs. "Or maybe "You know you're in love when you don't want to fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams"?"

Latvia raised his hand. "Oh! Oh! "I don't wish to be everything to everyone, but I would like to be something to someone.""

Russia tapped the pen against his chin. ""Love me when I least deserve it, because that's when I really need it.""

Estonia snapped his fingers. "That's perfect! I'm sure _ will love it!"

You gasped and covered your mouth. Russia had been the one? You couldn't believe it. Apparently your gasp hadn't gone unnoticed as the Baltics looked over at you and fell deathly quiet. Russia looked up and went wide eyed when he spotted you.

"_-_ I uh-"

You bit your lip. "You….. You were the one writing them?"

The man looked down, twiddling his thumbs. He looked truly sad, more so than you had seen before. You didn't have a chance to saw anything else as the other nations started coming in. They whispered to each other as they saw Russia sit in his seat with his head in his hands. A depressed aura surrounded him, making you chew your lip as you watched him from across the room. But on the inside, you were screaming, tapping your foot at the slowly progressing meeting. As it progressed, all you could do was watch Russia sink further and further in depression at his apparent rejection. The Baltics repeatedly tried to cheer him up, only to be ignored.

When the meeting FINALLY came to an end you could barely keep yourself from running to Russia's side. OK, well, you did anyway, despite the fearful looks the other countries gave you. Russia hesitantly looked up at your, but gaped and went wide eyed when you gave him a quick kiss.

"Whatever our souls are made of, yours and mine are the same." You gave him a smile and wrapped your arms around him. As realization sunk in he smiled slightly and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his lap and holding you close.

"I am glad you have accepted me."

You rest your forehead against his. "I always will."

He slowly cupped your cheek in his hand. "You will become one with Russia, da?"

You giggled and smiled brightly. "Da."

The Russian smiled, but then gulped. You tilted your head, but stiffened when he gave a nervous laugh.

"Russia?"

"Hehehe…. Now we just have to take care of Belarus."

You gulp as you felt a murderous intent start to surge behind you. "Oh so not good…."