I don't own hetalia.
Half way through their ride home, the weather had turned against them. Yue was busy savouring the scenery then a drop of rain had fallen on her face. She turned her head to the sky and saw that a dark cloud had suddenly formed without her notice. She turned to her companion to be also surveying the sky.
"It seems English weather cannot be predicted, da?" Ivan turned his violet eyes to his fiancé, that had a rather worried looked on her.
"We should hurry." Yue said. Knowing that the gown she wore would be heavier when soaked with rain. I should have worn the breeches today, she though. She commanded her horse to gallop a full speed with Ivan's following with no trouble.
With the speed, Yue felt a shiver through her with cold wind. The rain had poured with in a second of announcing its arrival. A flashed of lightning had shown through the dark sky and an enormous thunder had followed in no time. Their horses had stopped their running when the thunder erupted, and thrown both their front legs up in the air making them holding the rein harder to prevent them from falling over.
"We should stop for a while!" Shouted Ivan, through the rain. Yue turned to the sound and tried removing the rain droplets that had fallen through her face. Ivan pointed to a small cottage that was abandoned years ago with Yue's knowledge of this land. She shouted her approval and turned her horse out of the round. Another lightning and thunder grown and their horses whined before they were able to tie them in the small stable beside the cottage.
"I'll find if anyone is inside." Ivan said in a rather through grained teeth. Yue pulled his arm in the last minute when the words sink in.
"No need to. This cottage was abandoned years ago." Ivan gave a puzzled look but nodded. There was no light in the stable only when a lightning came did they saw anything from their surroundings but it Ivan enough to time had a good survey on the stable. It was in a bad shape. Most of the roofs had licks and their horses weren't too happy about the condition they were in.
Yue was patting her wet horse's fur in assurance that they were ok. Ivan turned to his black horse that was a little hard to see. But he knows he was fine, he was used to the cold weather back in Russia. Ivan looked around to find anything that worth making a fire. He wasn't too happy to burn the remaining hay in the stable. A smile brought through his pale face when he saw an old oil lamp. He brought out his knife and found a suitable stone on the floor. With the rough side of blade, he made a sparked that lights the lamp.
Yue turned to the source of the light and was surprised to see Ivan hanging the oil lamp on a hook. She had unsafe her pins in her hair and that her long gorgeous wet brown hair had turned to a shiny black that had wanted the Russian to run his fingers throw.
"We should wait until the rain had stopped a little." Ivan said and turned to sit beside Yue on the floor hay. He looked at her through the small light and swallowed his lust. Her light blue gown was wet and had plastered themselves to her curvy body, and her hair wasn't helping him relax. She had removed her shoes and curved her feet under her wet gown. He turned too looked at their horses that a little happier now that they were out of the rain. The broken window had little effect on sheltering them from the cold bitter wind but it was fine to Ivan.
Yue shivered and looked at the Russian. He looked handsome with his platinum blond dripping and his wet clothes, though he had removed his jacket and placed it on a fence on the stable, he still worn his scarf. She hated him for a bit that he still looked unaffected with the weather and that she had to suffer the cold. So she grabbed his arm that had surprised his a little and looked through the other knowing a blushed was forming on her face.
"P-please hugged me." Ivan's eyed widen but he compromises her offer. After a few minutes of sharing body heat, Ivan knew that it wasn't enough to keep Yue warm. He might be a tall and buffed Russian, but he was also cold, with their clothes being wet and all, and nothing really warm was radiating through him.
"We should go in." Yue looked up and Ivan wasn't too happy to see that her face was pale as his.
"They still might left some old fire wood we can burn." As he got up and grabbed his coat he helped Yue up and grabbed her shoes as they run from the rain to go to the cottage.
They opened the door quietly fearing that maybe someone was still leaving inside. When they saw only old dusty furniture they knew no one was home.
"We're coming in Domovoi." Ivan chirped happily as his wet boots leave trail of foot prints. Yue gave him an odd look and was of course confused. When Ivan went to the fireplace and found half used woods, he used the oil lamp's fire to light up the dark room.
"Who did you called?" Her curiosity came the better of her when the Russian wasn't able to explain. Ivan looked up as he was poking the fire to life and had put some more in it from the stacked of wood beside it.
"You mean Domovoi?" Yue nodded. Ivan smiled his childish smile like remembering something from afar.
"It's just an old habit my mom and I would used to do when entering a new house." Yue stared at him silently as he removed his boots, scarf and shirt to hang beside the fire.
"He's a house spirit that would live and protect the people living in the house." He sat down beside the fire and patted the floor beside him to let Yue take her seat. She followed easily but had glued her eyes on his face.
"You believe in magical beings?" Yue's voice was a bit trembling with the cold.
"Well, da I do. Ya Russkii after all." And Ivan was prying to why Yue would asked something like this but then realized maybe he was acting childish again.
"I-I'm sorry Yue, it's just that I was raised in a very superstitious family and that I do believe—I mean, of course I don't believe in this—" he stopped mumbling when Yue put her index finger on his lips. She smiled at him for actually considering this childish.
"Shh, it's ok." Yue's voice was a little deep for Ivan's liking.
"Believing in this does not make you childish." She pulled her finger back and gazed at the agape Russian.
"Here in England, they called him Brownie, kind of funny actually." Yue chuckled and glanced at Ivan with sparkled in her eyes.
"And in my motherland, we called him Zào Jūn . It's the same, is in it?" She flicked her wet hair as like it was naissance to her face.
Ivan growled and grabbed Yue on her waist and pulled her in a deep kissed. The cold weather was forgotten as their body heat increased.
Ivan pulled away a little for them to breathe but dived in some more. Feeling her cold mouth on his and his hands roaming her body and grab hold of her bottom and giving it a few squeezed that made her unintentionally yelped. Ivan chuckled as he unfastens her ribbons on her grown and started removing it.
Yue kissed him eagerly and hungrily as well as she grabbed and scratched his bare chest (and back), leaving red lines on his pale toned chest.
They broke apart when a loud thunder erupted outside and they both stared at each other in awkwardness. Yue's gown was down on her waist and that her chemise has partially protected her modestly with being wet and all. Her cheeks grown three shades of red as she quickly removed herself from Ivan's lap.
Ivan was breathless as he looked at Yue's half dress form. He knows she wanted it as well and thanks to the thunder had made her changed her mind. He sighed and turned too looked at the fire.
"You should let your gown dry by the fire. Or you'll catch a cold." Yue looked at Ivan's scratched back and her blushed hadn't decreased. She had lost her mind earlier. She completely seduced him to do it. Upon knowing that he was also superstitious she had thought their match was never the better. Yue smiled, at least they had something in common to talked about.
"Yue?" Yue snapped her mind back as Ivan's voice was hinted with worry.
"R-right. I must let my gown dry." She removed her gown and placed it on a chair and dragged it beside the fire.
Ivan had a glimpsed on her thin chemise and it made him warmer than intended to be. So he got up and walked around the small cottage barefooted. Yue was warming herself on the fire, which she didn't need any more with their activity earlier. But it made a good excused to not look Ivan right in the eye.
"I hoped they are ok." Ivan raised a brow, knowing she wouldn't see it with him facing the window.
"Who?"
"Mama and the others."Ivan turned around to see face to face with Yue's eyes as she had turned her upper body towards him.
"They'll be fine. We left before they did and they must have stayed in the inn in town and waited for the rain to stop."
"You're right." Then she gave her back to him again.
They stayed their waiting for the rain to stop and the warmth fire had pulled Yue to sleep in a few minutes. Ivan on the other hand had been walking around to remove the hard stick he acquired earlier. He kept checking the window for any sign of sunshine and on Yue if she was still asleep. He had removed her from the floor and placed her on the couch the moment he knew she fell asleep.
Leaving Ivan, bored with nothing to do but looked around and studied the still stable cottage. It was small for a large family, but large enough for newlyweds or singles. The wooden floor was dusty, like the rest of the stuff, but as his feet walked around it, he knew that it was once a shinny base to pair with the once white walls and brown post. He had gone to the kitten and saw a few empty cupboards and a table for four. He then walked into a bedroom that was small like everything here and a much bigger bedroom that might indicate the master's room. And on the last room, he discovered a study or must had been a workshop for who ever live in this cottage. The room must had been filled with books and things that stands the now empty shelves all round the room.
Ivan left the room to return to Yue. He saw her where he left her on the coach were her chemise was drying and that the fire's heat had returned her colour through her. He sat down on the floor and stared at the fire in memory when he was young back in Russia.
"Mama! Mama ! Look what Papa gave me." The young Ivan run towards his expecting mother knitting on the coach. She smiled as she stops her work and gave her full attention to her. Ivan climbed up the coach, which was suppose to be easy for a child of his age, but he was a late bloomer, he still looked like a seven year old where he had already saw twelve summers.
"What did papa gave you?" Her blue eyes sparkling as she smooth some of his hair away from his face.
"This locket mama," he showed her a circular gold locket. "Is in it beautiful?" Ivan beam at her.
"Yes it is Ivan. What's inside?" Ivan gave her a puzzled look that she smiled.
"Dear Ivan, did papa gave you something you don't have any idea what it is?" A small blushed grow on his face, embarrassed by his ignorance.
"He said it's a locket."
"Yes and do you know what are they used for?" Ivan pondered about it and then he remembered what his big sestra told him.
"It's for putting something you cheers the most in the world."
"That's right dear. Aren't you a brilliant boy."Ivan grinned at his mother's praise.
"Now what are you going to put inside?" Ivan opened the locket and stared at bare gap for a picture.
"You mama." Ivan looked at his mother face were the fire's illuminated her beauty.
"You are the one I cherish the most in the world." His mother chuckled and gave him a kiss and hug.
"And you are my treasure Ivan, and I'll surely be jealous of the girl you're going to marry." Ivan pouted.
"No! I'll marry you mama." She just smiled.
"No dear you won't, 'm already married your father." She holded the locket as she told him.
"Some day, when you're old enough, you'll find someone whom you will cherish with all your heart and want to share your life with her." Ivan looked at her in a puzzled look.
"You'll understand when your older." She got up and poked the fire as she pulled her hand towards Ivan to grab it.
"Now, would you like some chocolate milk?"
Ivan smiled at the memory he had on his mother. It was after all the last night he would ever saw his mother stand up and walk, as she her pregnancy took for the worst and made her bed ridded for the next two years before she left the world with a smile on her face. That's where his father had started to act violently, he was the one that didn't take the death of Lady Braginski so well.
Ivan took out the locket that his father gave him years ago and opened it to revile the last portrait of his mother before her health goes for the worst. And his mother was right. He did found someone he would spend his life with. He turned too looked at Yue and smiled as she had a scowl on her face.
He kissed her forehead and rubbed her arm as she stirred from her sleep. She opened her honey-coloured eyes to him and he dive into kiss her lips. She moaned and got up from the couch to meet his demand. He run his tongue on her lower lips to asked for entrance that was given to him in second flat.
They pulled away for breathe and looked at each other like the world around them had stop. Ivan run his fingers through her now dried hair and smiled at her.
"You're the one my mother talked about."
"Huh?"
Then Ivan told her his childhood, down to where he planned to marry his mother. Yue silent to him silently and nodded a few times to indicated that she was still listening.
"You wanted to marry your mother?" Yue asked when he had finished his tale. He just shrugged.
"I was young and admired my mother." Yue looked at his innocent look and sighed.
"Are you mad?" Ivan asked when he was only given a sighed.
"No. it just seems cute. I wonder what did Sir Braginski reaction was." Ivan shivered at the mention of his father. They talked some more and laughed knowing new things from each other forgetting that the rain had spotted pouring outside.
Did they notice that it was time for them to go home when their stomach growled telling them, they missed their luncheon.
So they quickly got dressed, ignoring the fact that they were wrinkled and took their horse back on the road heading to the Kirkland Estate.
As they returned, they were ambushed they the thunderous American girl.
"What did ya do to Arthur?" Amelia demanded as Yue tried to straighten her gown at her best to look more presentable.
"What?" Amelia pointed her finger at Yue with rather a un-lady-like gesture.
"He wouldn't talk to me. He locked himself on the library the moment you guys went to town and he even missed lunch." Ivan stepped in front of Yue, towering both of the ladies.
"I would not permit you accusing Yue on something she clearly did not do anything to that British Brow." Both gasped at him.
"Well, aren't you the hero? I'm supposed to be the Hero here and I say Yue is the cause of all this." Ivan had drawn his brows together.
"I promised myself that I would not hit a girl, but undoubtedly you're not one."
"Ivan!" Yue gasped, as Amelia looked at him with equal stare.
"I don't like you at all, Russian bastard." Said Amelia with her arm crossed.
"And I detest you as well, American Pig."
"Please stop it." Yue plead.
"Lady Amelia I will go talk to Arthur, if you two just promised me to not kill each other." She was given a humped as Ivan looked at her with a worried look.
"Don't worry." As she patted his head and took Amelia with her as she walked toward the library.
A/N: so what did you guys think? Is a little too much to swear?
I'm sorry for those who are American and Russian. This was all based on how America and Russia interact with each other even if they are human, in the time were Russia was still under Monarchy. In truth they were kind of like friends before the last Tsar died and communist takes over that made the two country had a strain relationship. Sorry if I offended anyone, this story is all fiction and make-believe on my imagination.
Any way Domovoi here is really real, if you believe in the Slavic folklore, he is the house spirit that protects the household from fire or harm. It sometimes though, make fun of little children when they stayed passed their bed time.
Brownie here is like Domovoi in the Scottish and English Mythology and it may sometimes called as Hob. And the Chinese Zào Jūn maybe a little far from them because it means Kitchen Spirit though they do have a similar purpose and that is to watch over the house. You may check it out on Wikipedia.
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