Hetalia © Hidekaz Himaruya
OCs © reaper-of-lost-souls
A/N: Meh. I had some time in school so I decided to review another chapter. I hope you like it! Some RussiaXReader stuff going on in this one ;3 Though at times I think it gets fluffy… but whatever. And maybe ooc, but this is set in a different time setting, in my mind, and it's in the future… not distant future, but not like it was set two days ago or something. Possibly, but unlikely. Well I'll just stopping there. ENJOY!
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By the time you regained consciousness you were lying on the carpeted floor where you had been sitting on. Your phone was vibrating in your pocket and you decided to answer it, feeling a terrible hangover overwhelming your senses while you answered the phone without looking at the caller ID. "Y-yes? –" Your eyes widened, your body practically lifting right off of the floor as a grin showed up on your face. "You're in London now?... If you don't want to sleep I'll let you sleep in the car," you chuckled lightly, "and… uh huh… huh?... I don't know him either. Don't worry. I'll interrogate him –… No I won't do that! Look Greg, if you don't trust him then I'll take care of him. I doubt I would either… it doesn't matter what бабушка says about him, it's what I say… okay I'll see you there – Yes I was drinking. Thanks for waking me up." You grumbled under your breath while you closed your phone, a sigh escaping your lips as you slowly got off of the ground and sat down on the couch. You raised an eyebrow, noticing that the Ivan you had fallen asleep on was replaced with a pillow and a blanket wrapped around your body. How that got there you didn't know, but noticing a note left by the pillow you grabbed it and read the message written in Russian:
'Meet me at Starbucks'
Starbucks? Should you? Deciding it was time to leave you left the house, slamming the door behind you and snickering when you heard a few people groaning in pain at the sound. It didn't take you long to get to Alfred's house, now your house you guessed but you weren't one to call a place home except for one. Making sure the door was locked you rushed up the stairs to your room. Since it was cold outside you replaced your work clothes with something much warmer, extra warm pants inside of black dress pants with a nice sweater. You put on a large black coat that reached down to your knees, using a black belt to tie around your waist. You also put on a large scarf, wrapping it around your neck and letting the ends fall to your side while you slipped on black gloves. You hummed, grabbing one of your black cases and grabbing the guns inside. You never really knew when you'd need them, so you were always prepared. Plus you can't go through the airport and will have to wait outside so it won't matter if you're holding weapons or not. Lastly you grabbed your small black bag and placed it around your body, grabbing your briefcase and closing the door behind you.
You started a cup of coffee and quickly slurped down the warm liquid, hoping it will be enough to get the horrible hangover out of your mind. Just then the door opened, Alfred groaning while he held his head and walked into the house. "Oh god," he grumbled, gently closing the door and walking down the hallway till he made it to the couch.
"… Hey," you said, the man hissing in pain as he turned and tried to relieve his head with his fingertips, "I'm going to go pick up Gregory. Will you be okay while I'm gone?"
"Y-yeah," Alfred groaned, a smirk on your face as you walked over to the couch and handed him a cup of coffee. "I-I'll probably just sleep."
"Why did you come here –"
"T-his person slammed the door and woke everyone up. Now everyone is yelling and I just had to go," Alfred snorted.
"Oh," you snickered, grabbing a set of keys by the door while your heavy boots clicked against the ground. "Well I'll take the Mercedes and hopefully be back by this afternoon. Call me if you need anything."
"Okay… fine," he grumbled, your eyes rolling as you opened the door and closed it behind you. It didn't take you long to open the garage and start up the car, throwing your briefcase and setting a handgun into the glove compartment before pulling out of the driveway and driving down the road.
Since Ivan was probably expecting you at the Starbucks you parked on the side of the street, stepping out of the car and hustling over to the building. You didn't know how long the drive may become and you never liked to be late, so if this could end quickly you would be able to get on the road before your brother's flight crosses into France. Your eyes quickly caught sight of the Russian, sitting with his shoulders hunched while he slowly drank a cup of coffee in his gloves. "Hey Ivan. I got your letter," you smiled, his eyes lighting up when he noticed you walking around the table and sitting down with a sigh, "but I can't stay long –"
"It's alvight," he grinned happily, "I vanted to talk to you."
"Y-yeah okay," you nodded, putting your elbows on the table and staring at him with curiosity, "what would you like to talk about?"
"… I know ve cannot talk, but I vanted to no vy," Ivan decided to say, sitting back and holding his coffee in his hands. "Tell me, vhy do ou need to keep on the Aмериканцы good zide?"
"I… I don't know what to say," you sighed, scratching your head while you unwrapped your scarf and set it down on the table. "I don't want to put you into danger –"
"Danger?" Ivan asked, noticing a pout on your face as you continued.
"Yes, danger. Every single day of my short life I've been in danger for one reason or another. I… I don't want to give too much about myself, even to you. If I do you may end up dead," you told him roughly, your eyes becoming dull with every word you spoke. "I don't know how you countries work, but if you get close to me you die. Simple as that –"
"I don't care," he huffed in Russian, his voice growing much more deadly while yours grew monotone. "… I vill protect you подсолнух, да. Vy you say you vill die?"
You chuckled lightly at his nickname for you, a tried sigh escaping your lips while you pressed a finger on the table and began to make squiggles with the leftover powered sugar left on the wooden surface. "… Because of my family," you began, a frown on your face while you continued, "I love them all to pieces, but we have problems, a lot of problems. We're always on the run, always hiding. We either hide or stand up, and standing up gets us killed. Ivan, I lost a lot of people I cared greatly about because they knew too much. Don't let that happen to you –"
"Ve countries don't die like vu do," he answered, your head looking over at him at how dark and annoyed he seemed to sound. "Unlezz our country zis conquered by another ve stay alive for centuries. I have been alive for a thousand or two yearz –"
"Are you serious?!" you gasped astonished, his eyes lightening at your interest.
"Да… a vew more centuries and I'll be a vew thousand years old." Ivan paused, waiting for you to say something, but you just stared at him waiting for more of an explanation to his comment. "Za point being iz even if I get shot I vill live. It not matter vat happens to me, I'll still continue to live even if I'm zot through the chest… хорошо?"
You stared at him cautiously, unsure if you should believe him and wondering if his words are true. "… I don't know about that, but I see you as Ivan, not as this Russia." You gave him a smile, his features softening at the mention of his human name. "You're my friend Ivan and I don't want to see you get hurt. Look, the reason why I need to keep the government away is for many reasons. Family mainly, but some shit I did also. So please, I know this must be hard, but trust me when I say that I'm withholding information because I don't want to see you get hurt."
"I don't vant to zee you hurt either –"
"Then good. Then we're on the same page," you smiled, standing up and deciding you'd get yourself some more coffee before leaving. "Now I have to go, but hey if you have nothing else to do would you like to come along?"
His eyes lit up at the mention of him going with you, a grin on your face while you grabbed your scarf from the table and tied it around your neck. "Да, I vant to go –"
"Good," you smiled, "because a two hour ride alone can get lonely. Let me just buy a coffee and we can go, okay?"
"Да," Ivan nodded, watching as you walked over to the counter and ordered your drink. You looked back at him and noticed the smile on his face, your head quickly whipping around while you tried to hold back a tint of red in your cheeks and hoped the man didn't see you looking at him.
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The ride to the airport was very quiet, but you didn't mind the trip. You glanced over at Ivan every once in a while, noticing he was staring at you till you began to drive through the vast countryside. Then his eyes were looking out the window, a smile on your face once the feeling of being watched left your side. It wasn't like you haven't had that feeling before, after all you always had people watching over you when you were a child upon your parents' requests, but for once you weren't afraid. It was odd to say you weren't afraid of being noticed and stalked all the time, but Ivan was different. You actually felt like you could trust him, but if that was true or not you didn't know. He represented Russia after all and you've been told time and time again to stay away from the Russians and Alfred continues to tell you to stay away from Russia… speaking of Russians, you realized, you never really found out who this Russian family is. Your father said you had met them once, but that was once. You were always curious to know who they were and why you were told to stay away from them, but mainly because you didn't want your American family to get hurt you did. You stayed away to the best of your abilities. Still, you had a feeling that those people were slowly infiltrating your family. You just hoped your older brother hasn't been brainwashed into following them… whoever they are.
You glanced over at Ivan, wondering if you should say something, but then your phone began to vibrate and you answered it through the speaker phone:
"Yes? –"
"Hey sis!" The phone answered, the voice of a young boy giggling on the other line before a yawn escaped his lips, "Y-yeah the plane got delayed so we'll be an hour late."
"Is that so –"
"Filipp is still scary," the voice on the other line continued in a soft whisper, "and I think he wants to hurt me or maybe you –"
"Then why the hell did бабушка let that man watch you –"
"Y-you don't know what's been going on at home," the voice mumbled, pausing for a few moments before continuing, "but now мама is talking to other people too, in Russian. I-I think those weenies have found our family and I don't like it, старшая сестра… A lot of strange things are happening."
You pouted and looked over at Ivan, who was listening to your conversation, and you let a tired sigh escape your lips as you answered the boy. "Well… if that man isn't with you right now do you want to talk about it over the phone?"
"You know the phone isn't the safest way to discuss this –"
"Then what do you want me to do about him –"
"Interrogate him. You're good at that, even бабушка says so!" You smirked, hearing another giggle from the boy until he continued. "… I heard about Alex. I didn't want to say anything because мама would yell, but how did he die?"
You paused, your face growing grim while you answered the question. "… A fire… and a gunshot. Pushed me out of the way before I was smashed… and it wasn't an accident."
"W-was it a family thing or other business –"
"The agency, but we were infiltrating a gathering of the underground and were got caught spying. I think someone knew we were there… but I don't want to talk about that further," you mumbled, glancing over at Ivan before staring down at the phone you had set on top of your dashboard.
"… Well weren't you going to marry him or something –"
"No," you snorted, "not exactly. That's just what бабушка thought. You guys really jump to conclusions too quickly –"
"I know!" he giggled, "But I thought I'd ask… бабушка has been looking you know."
"Excuse me –"
"Well~ the gossip is that you were going to marry Alex like Maria had done before she got killed… but even I know that's too soon. So what will you do –"
"You know Gregory I have no idea," you huffed. "Do we really have to talk about that right now? And besides I don't want someone to die for my sake anymore. Maria's fiancé died with папа too. He got caught in the crossfire like everyone else. It's better to stay out of those lovely dovey things. That's how I see the world now."
"… That's not a good way to see things –"
"Well what can we do Greg? Everyone will end up dead if we let people get close to us –"
"EH?! You're such a downer!" the boy snorted on the other line. "… I just want you to be happy sis –"
"But I'd rather give all that up to see that Nick and you are safe," you huffed back, a sigh escaping your lips while you scratched the back of your head and grumbled under your breath. "Do we have to talk about this? Over the phone? That government of ours is going to ask me how I know about their deaths now –"
"Well isn't it just a dream?" the boy answered over the phone, "but b-because of our family and that –"
"I know what that entails and I know the consequences," you snorted.
"Speaking of that," he giggled happily, "бабушка found another spell that she wants us to try –"
"For the love of god брат, if it's another spell book I'm going to burn it and throw it out the window. Seriously we've been trying for generations. This spell and witchcraft business has to stop." You grumbled under your breath, barely taking notice that Ivan was in the car anymore while you gripped the wheel tighter and caused your knuckles under your gloves to slowly turn white. "I don't see what дедушка saw in her if she's just some sorceress or whatever."
"… P-probably because he got scared, like I am," the voice got quiet on the phone, a pout forming on your face while your little brother continued. "I don't want to see Nick or you die. I don't! Just… c-an't you stop the curse?"
"… No," you huffed, "it's not possible." You stared straight ahead, your eyes starting to grow dull as you began to recall your past. "… It's better to just accept nothing will work instead of hoping for a miracle."
"But –"
"How do you think Alex died anyways?" you snorted. "How do you think папа and старшая сестра died? Even дедушка? They weren't coincidences… and I know you also feel that it all happened on purpose. But I want to promise you this."
"What сестра –"
"No matter what you can't stop fighting," you said with a strong voice that caused Ivan's eyes to widen just slightly at the familiar tone. "I have done all this to keep you safe. I don't know about большой брат anymore, but I let myself be this guinea pig so you don't have to Greg. Enjoy your childhood in America. It won't last long… and I don't know what Nick is doing exactly, but whatever it is he's caused a lot of people to aim their guns at me."
"… I'm sorry –"
"Why should you be sorry?" you smirked, a chuckle escaping your lips once your tough demeanor passed. "You haven't done anything, yet. Keep yourself off of everyone's radar and you won't have to."
"B-but I want to –"
"You have no reason to," you snorted. "Make a life, something normal. Don't get yourself involved in this family affair business. That's why our family moved to America, да?"
"… Да," the boy giggled. "I guess you're right -insert-your-name-. You're always right about stuff like this."
"That's right, so listen to your сестра when I talk to you," you smirked slyly. "Now when you fly in call me. We'll probably park and eat inside of the airport unless you arrive before we get there, okay?"
"Okay," the voice answered, the call ending and you let out a sigh while slipping the phone back into your pocket. You gave Ivan a threatening glance, wondering if he'd say anything, but he had his head turned out the window so you decided that he either didn't have anything to say or wasn't paying attention.
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Ivan and you were sitting in a small restaurant in the airport, slowly eating from a Panda Express while the two of you eyed each other from time to time. Ivan didn't know what to say, were you mad that he overhead your conversation? Should he keep quiet about the matter? –
"Something's bugging you Ivan," you decided to say with a snort, stuffing some rice in your mouth before continuing. "Is it about the phone call? Do you want an explanation and think I won't tell you?"
"… Vo's Alex?" Ivan asked, your eyebrow raising and wondering if the man was jealous.
"Oh," you chuckled, "you want to know about Alex… His full name was Alexander Smirnov, but his family changed his last name to Smith so they would be like any other family and the Americans wouldn't get his name wrong… He was the first Russian, other than my family, that I had ever met that weren't looking down their noses at me or hired to watch me. I don't know." You gave him a thin smile before staring down at your food and you began to pick at your plate. You didn't know why you were nervous about speaking about this with Ivan, but then again you never really got over the incident. "… I was going through a bad time. My father just died and my sister too. I think you figured that out when I was talking with Gregory," you shrugged, keeping your eyes down on your plate, but making no motions to eat your food anymore. "Alex… I… Well I had run away. I finished high school, but that summer, two days later after the graduation, I ran away. I joined the army as an average soldier and, well, I felt so alone. I wanted to get away from my family; I didn't want to deal with their problems… but the longer I went to serve the sooner I realized that it wasn't the right thing to do, running away. Sadly it was too late, I couldn't get back home, and when I did finally return to the states I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to return home.
"Ummmm… I don't know why I'm telling you this," you confessed with a slight chuckle, "but this agency hired me the last year of my term… or something like that. I forget. Anyways they must have written files on me or something because the next thing I knew they placed me in basic training. That's where I met Alex. We were paired up sometimes and they called us the Red Team… a bit racist, I'll give you that, but we were the only ones that confessed we had Russian families so everyone assumed we were socialists. So I don't know. Whatever." You sipped your drink and stared at Ivan weakly, a sigh escaping your face while you sat back in your seat. "We ended up becoming good friends. I thought I had found someone who I could tell everything to. I even went into detail about my family's past and he didn't care. He was just worried about me most of the time. Of course, after staying with the agency, I realized why they had me join. It was that past they were curious about and was, essentially, experimenting on me. They still do and those bloody Americans continue to keep tabs on me. That's why I don't want everyone else knowing about our little talks because it'll eventually get back to that government." You tried to smile, but you couldn't, so you hung your head in defeat and looked at the floor. "I… I said too much about that. Alex was a good kid and I shouldn't have led him on. We… we actually did make plans to elope, but we kept everything secret. If the agency found out they would separate us and we wouldn't be able to see each other again. Plus my family tends to pry. They would have found out before them for sure. Plus Alex… I don't know. Maybe I trusted him too much or he really didn't want any harm to befall me, so I think it's always the latter.
"We were close to a retirement, or at least getting out of the government's grasp for a while. He had his problems and I had my own, but we didn't care about that. He had me meet his family on one of our breaks. They were nice. The family didn't know Russian anymore, but we shared some recipe swapping and they told me about Old Russian folk stories. They were a nice family and I didn't want to bring Alex into my world, but he insisted and… well what happened next I should have expected." You smiled slightly, thinking of the past, but your face quickly turned sour and you glanced into Ivan's eyes with a cold stare. "There are reasons why I don't talk about my family Ivan. Not even Alfred knows everything and I want to keep it that way. Alex knew too much. He visited my family and he asked too many questions. That shouldn't have been a problem, but then my бабушка asked if we were going to marry. We instantly said no, of course not! But… she was being insisting and said that if he marries he will join the family business. I didn't like where that was going and I had Alex leave the room, but I knew that I had to stay away from the man about that. It was either him or my family… and I still don't know who I would have chosen."
You looked up at Ivan, expecting him to say something, but he continued to give you an unnerving stare. You wanted him to say something, anything! But nothing was coming out, so you continued. "That same year Alex and I were paired for a mission and he was in command of the group. I was shooting at our targets, but the mission was jeopardized. I hadn't known there was a sniper on the building behind me and no one noticed until they shot at me. They got me in the shoulder," you poked your side, a pout on your face while you tried to explain, "and Alex was stupid. He jumped in front of my way and got shot in the chest. Died two days later in the hospital. I went after the gunman and he wasn't even there because of our mission… it was my fault. He was trying to kill me, not everyone else." You put your head in your hands, letting out a frustrated sigh while you ran a hand through your hair. "… I didn't tell anyone about that… why I was the only one who was shot at. Alex was going to propose to me again after that mission actually and gave me the ring. They found it in his pocket during the autopsy… I didn't feel right about keeping it so I left it with his parents with a note… After that… well if I wasn't cold before I became colder now." You looked up at him, giving him a slight glare as you continued. "I will be honest; I'm not the nicest person in the world. The only reason why I'm being kind to anyone here is because that's part of my mission, but… I don't know Ivan. When you ran into me in the hallway and everyone seems too nice here… I don't know what to think anymore. Was I right to turn so cold?... Is there anything else you'd like to know?" You decided to ask, Ivan giving you a glance before sitting back and drinking the drink in his hand.
"Vhy tell me if you don't trust me?" Ivan decided to ask, your head looking up and staring at him confused.
"Trust? I never said I didn't trust you," you frowned, noticing the confused look on his face. Then a smile came upon your lips and you chuckled lightly. "I-I don't know. I just needed someone to talk to at first, but you seem like me, you know? Cold, you keep things to yourself, and I don't know. The others keep away from you for some reason. I-I don't see the reason so I don't."
"You don't?" Ivan stared at you and you had to surpass a chuckle, reminding you of when Gregory asked you questions like this.
"No," you chuckled, a grin growing on your face while you continued, "I do not. Look, maybe you've done some stuff in the past, but right now isn't the country of Russia trying to regain their wealth after the last war? Plus it's been a while since then… A person can change, right?"
Ivan blinked, leaning back on the table and staring you down. "… Vat I'm a country -insert-your-name-. I do as my bosses tell me to do. Voever zis in control I obey, zo if they ask me about you I vill tell them the truth."
You frowned, sitting back in your chair as you stared at him with a pout. "… You may be a country, but I've noticed something about you guys. You have your own hearts, your own feelings about everything. Alfred didn't want his revolution, but he had to leave Arthur. Arthur doesn't like fighting with the other countries all the time, but it's necessary to keep his country safe. Francis isn't a complete pervert, but after Jeanne he's colder than before. You've all seen scars, seen wars and plagues pass through your countries, and I'm guessing, if what Arthur says is true, that you can feel every single pain a person in your country feels. If the majority of your country dislikes a ruler and refuses to follow him, do you follow what they say or what your inner self tells you? The one that's called Ivan, not Russia." You paused, a smirk on your face while you sat back. "I'm only asking. I don't know that answer –"
"Za Mongols ver beasts," Ivan began to say, his eyes staring down at his hands while he began to twiddle his fingers, "and vis terror and pain iz all I know. The other countries… don't zike me because… I don't know vy. They say I cold and monster. I don't speak a lot; only follow orders of boss. But after Vorld Var one ve suffered great losses. Everyone vas angry and I felt it too… I heard the plans of the revolution, the assassination, but didn't tell my boss. I didn't vant to. I chose not to because everyone else didn't vant the word to get out." He glared at you darkly, but he was slightly confused that you kept your posture and continued to stare back at him with an interest in his story. "… Even the children ver killed and I pulled trigger. I… didn't vant to see them die, they like family. I know, I shouldn't get close to the people. They wither and die soon then I. I za a spark of light, but that glimmer vas lost after that day… Vhy am I telling you this?"
You smirked and sat back in your chair, arms crossed over your chest. "I don't know Ivan. Why do you think you can talk to me about this?"
Ivan couldn't help but smirk, a smirk that wasn't evil or impure but genuine that made your heart skip a sudden beat, "Because… vu sound zike Nikolay before he died… You had odd sense of authority that I vant to obey."
You chuckled, his smile starting to wane as you did. "I get that a lot," you grinned, his smile increasing at your comment. "Ummm… I don't know when I can ask you this and I know this is a touchy subject, but the czar, this royal family… how were they? How did they live?"
"… Vhy do you ask? –"
"I shared something with you and I hoped you'd do the same," you shrugged. "Plus hey, my family is always talking about them. I want to hear from someone who lived with them how the family was, and everyone should have their share of memories, да?"
"Да?" Ivan looked at you confused, but continued to speak anyways. "Tsar alvays had problems and tried to solve them. It rough times… Tsaritsa alvays tried to comfort him, but didn't always work. Tsar kept problems away from his children. They knew as they grew older, but little Anastasia and Alexei didn't know vat was going on… The country vas in turmoil, yet Tsar alvays tried to make some time to spend vith his children. He didn't like the problems that his reign started, but he said that family vas everything to him. He hoped for Alexei to grow up to be better successor then him, but that never actually came.
"The children ver very cheerful, especially little Anastasia. She vas a vild little child vhu loved to cause mischief. I remember this one time," Ivan chuckled lightly, "that I hide her under my cloak during one of her scheduled massages. After that point, if she found me, she would ask to hide under my cloak if her siblings were playing hide-and-seek or she got into trouble. Of course I refused sometimes if it was for punishment, but the other times it vas for fun." You looked at him with a sympathetic look, knowing his story didn't have a happy ending. "I alvays accompanied the family ven they traveled. Little Nastya vas za cheeriest and had some of the guardz participate in their games. She vod alvays invite me, even ven her sister Olga said it vhas improper, but then again I hadn't met a child like Nastya. She vas very kind to me and I vasn't used to it. Yet, after that Rasputin began to show his face around zi complex, I began to get very protective of the children. He vas a simpleton, an evil man. Maybe it vas because of the other cries of the people, but I kept vatch over zi children if he made any attempts of sneaking into their rooms. He didn't try anything vile I was around, but little Anastasia could tell I vas nervous about the man and tried to reassure me he vas not threat, along with zi Tsaritsa. It didn't matter vhat she felt, I vould stand guard and protect them from any harm. Rasputin didn't like me and I him… but Tsaritsa told me not to worry so I didn't kill him, myzelf. Others did, but I perzonally never gave him harm.
"Yet after zat man Tsar continue make mistake after mistake. I couldn't keep myzelf calm at times. The inner turmoil of people rang in the chest. Zo I… I stayed, but my mind vod wander. Malenkaya vas the only one vho asked me about my tension. Zike you I vas oddly honest… and I still don't know vhy," he explained, staring at you with caution before continuing. "Maybe it vas the vay she spoke to me. I don't know why, but the country becoming chaos, especially during var. Aftervard… vhell… I got a new boss. He made me stand in the same room vith the family as they ver shot. I saw one twitch, but didn't say anything vhile the bodies vere moved and buried. Zo… you asked."
"How cruel," you frowned, "to see them die like that."
"Yurovsky vanted to make a point," Ivan shrugged, "that the monarchy vas dead and country under new rule. I accepted that –"
"Yes," you frowned, "but that couldn't have been easy." Ivan stared at you confused, a sigh escaping your lips while you shook your head. "After all you saw people you cared about die in a tragic and profound way. Every death hurts, but to see it so vividly… how do you get over something like that?"
"… I never have," Ivan answered. "Never have and may never do so –"
"Oh," you pouted, sitting back in your chair looking rather distort.
He eyed you suspiciously, wondering why you were acting this way. "… Vhy you upset, подсолнух? Did I upzet you –"
"No," you shook your head, glancing at him with glossing eyes, "I just…" You sighed, scratching the back of your head as you continued, "I… I just… wondered how someone else felt if they had to see those things. That's all –"
You paused, your phone beginning to ring and this caused Ivan to quickly sit back and let out a held in breath he didn't even know he was holding. "-insert-your-name- speaking – Oh great!" You smirked, looking at Ivan with a smile before looking around for someone familiar. "We're by the Panda Express, but we'll be down in a few minutes – Yes I'm with someone… Who?... Ummm… You can talk to him when you meet him, alright – No it's not like that!" You huffed disgusted, "Why do you people always jump to that conclusion? I'm not like Maria, okay? I-I have other things on my plate right now –… Yeah we can talk about that later. See you soon. Loves and kisses." You closed your phone and stared over at Ivan, who had gotten up and thrown away his food. "… A-are you okay –"
"I'm vine," Ivan answered with a shrug, turning to walk away while you grabbed your food and threw the leftovers away.
You quickly chased after him; grabbing his arm and making him turn to stare down at your worried eyes. Ivan blinked at you in confusion, your eyes staring at him just as baffled at his sudden emotion. "Seriously, if something is wrong… I don't want that to break our relationship Ivan. It doesn't have to get closer then friends, in fact I'd rather it stayed like that, but if something is on your mind –"
"There zis," he said roughly, his voice becoming quieter while he tried to contemplate what he'd say. "… Vu remind me too much of Anastasiya and I don't zike it," he pouted. You smirked, letting go of his arm and putting your hands behind you back as you chuckled and began to walk away. "Vat's so funny –"
"Nothing's funny," you snickered. "Just I wasn't excepting you to refer me to past people like that, especially rulers. I know my place, I'm not supposed to rule, so it's just intriguing that you'd say those things." Ivan stared at you puzzled while you continued down the hallway, twisting your body and staring back at him. "Are you coming?"
"Д-да," Ivan answered with a nod, continuing to stare at you confused while you simply smirked and continued down the hallway.
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A/N: And… that's it for now! and yes, if there's parts that Ivan said that weren't changed to have an accent it was on purpose. I didn't simply miss the sentence ;3 Anyways I hope you enjoyed this. Maybe not superbly fluffy, but it had its moments. The next chapter we get further into your story and background so be prepared, and actually if you have OC(s) you'd like to see in the story I wouldn't mind having a few. It's hard coming up with names all the time ^^'. Just make sure they are related somehow with the story… and yeah that's it. SEE YOU LATER!
Aмериканцы – Russian – Americans
Filipp – Cyrillic – friend of horses
мама – Russian – mum
Maria – Latin – star of the sea
Smirnov – Russian – Quiet Man's
