Russia x Reader
A familiar place lay about you and even after time had gone by you remembered it still the same and were glad to see that it still existed. As you watched with greying eyes and shaking limbs, the field of golden sunflowers seemed to spring to life in front of you with an unnatural light that warmed your heart but brought tears to your soul.
Once, a long time ago, you had experienced something wonderful in this field of flowers and now you knew it would never happen again. Even in your mind you fought to stop the old image of the man you had fallen in love with, a man of gentility and sweetness, being replaced with his recent image of coldness and terror. You felt yourself almost collapsing at the thought that so much could have changed, and all because the rules that had stopped you both from being together.
You regretted too that you had been the one to end it all by listening to the advice of your parents and family. You had realised too soon that there would always be a need for him to go to war and fight to keep things safe, and your pacifist nature had meant you'd never wanted to kiss him knowing that another person's blood lay upon his hand. But that pacifist nature had stopped you from saying those sacred words that could have kept him from turning into the dark world of winter….
You had forgotten, you'd meant to tell him that you had loved him…. And even now you still held yourself from saying it to the field where the memories existed; the last proof that he was not totally gone and that Russia's heart still existed….
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The sun had shone brightly and there had been barely a cloud in the sky as the world seemed to swell with the love that you felt as you sat amongst the sunflowers, hiding from him. The flowers had come up beautifully that year and every time you stepped into the field you reminded of the childhood when you had planted the seeds with the man you were hiding from. A rustle in the green stems nearby made you turn, and with a gasp you were suddenly tackled and pushed onto the ground.
"Da, you have been caught. Now you have to kiss me!" Russia had held you tightly so the soft soil beneath did not hurt you too much as you landed. The centre of the field was quite bare of flowers and that had been on purpose so that you two could play together without anyone seeing. It was hard for you and Russia to be around each other these days, everyone wanted him for some kind of business idea or to teach him about war and he barely got any chance to have fun. His growing need for power had meant your own family had been warning you away from him. In your heart, you had already decided that today was the last day you would ever meet with him for a game of hide-seek-and-kiss in the sunflowers.
His warm lips pressed against your flushed cheeks three times and you giggled away, slapping at him playfully as he made silly noises and continued to kiss at you. Each time you laughed he kissed at you again, even tickling at your belly through your pretty blue dress. You were pulled up to sit and lean against him slightly as he pressed against you. On his knees, Russia leant in and stole a quick kiss from your lips that turned your delightful smile into a little gasping "o" shape. You turned toward him, your faces coming close together slowly as once again you were both aware how much older your had become. Softly your lips pressed together for a little longer, but then you pulled away with a vivid crimson blush, but your eyes dulled with a sad thought.
"What is wrong Kotenok? You look so sad today… seeing you sad makes me feel sad…. Don't let your little prince become sad." Russia chuckled gently, his smile splitting his face and his eyes twinkling with such warmth that you felt your heart sink again. He gave you the sort of nudging motions with his nose and pretend whines that a dog might make to look cute. You sighed and turned your face away from him.
"Ivan… after today I will always have to call you Russia. I won't be able to see you the same way as we have these passed eighteen years. We're not children anymore… it's not all as innocent to our families and followers now as it used to be." You sighed gently, but were surprised as Russia stretched out a hand, which was warm and soft, to turn your chin toward him. But there was no sweet smile on his face, just one that you knew he wore when he was trying to fight away his inner demons and understand something.
"What do you mean? We maybe older, but we only ever play the same games as we did then or tell silly stories to the sunflowers." He questioned with a half-hearted chuckle and you felt even worse. You stretched out a hand and stroked at his cheeks, his eyes widening as he looked at you in surprise. "______ why can't we be around each other anymore? Even Lithuania does not make me smile as much as you do!"
"I won't be able to see you for a while… my parents are taking me to England for some proper schooling and to get me out into society. Here its getting a little edgy to be close and I don't want everyone to start bullying you or me about our friendship. It's the choice of my family and of your bosses. I don't really want to go, but I don't have a choice." You sighed, lowering your head.
"So, we may not see each other for a while?" Russia sighed gently, lowering his head against yours and pulling gently at strands of your ____ hair. For a moment your both let out sighs of aggravation, your bodies seeming to sag with an unknown exhaustion as if the weight of the world had suddenly been split between you both and was pulling you away. Then suddenly Russia lifted your chin up and rubbed his nose against yours in that childish manner with a wide smile on his face. "Okay, so when you come back you can tell me how stupid England really is!"
"Ivan! You always know how to cheer me up." You grinned, looking up at him with your flushed face. Some crystal-blue tears had formed on the edge of your eyes and he looked saddened before cupping your cheeks. His hands upon your face seemed warm but something in his grinding teeth seemed to speak of bitterness. He was not happy with what was going on, but he was going to try and make it bearable for your sake. However, you did not expect the passionate kiss that burst from him as he pulled your face to him and willingly you hooked your arms around his neck…. So much for the innocence of the games you had once played here.
He leant over you, keeping you to the ground but pressing his lips over yours in a tender motion. He let his tongue pinch your bottom lip down so you allowed him to place his tongue inside. You gave a low moan of delight as he pressed his hands on your shoulders and began to massage at them softly. When he pulled away, his cheeks still flushed though your own face was ruby-red, the passion and slight tears swimming inside his brilliant violent eyes made you moan softly.
"Will you lie with me in the flowers? Will you help me make sunflowers my favourite plant? Will you bloom for me here so we will never forget one another?" He questioned softly, his hands slipping from your shoulders across the top of your slightly exposed chest. He stroked softly at your neck and watched as you considered the options. Surely it was better to loose it all for the one you loved, especially when you knew that you would never see each other again. "I love you ____. Can we be together, here in our timeless sanctuary?"
"Da." You responded with a soft sigh as your lips locked again and slowly you released him, turning away slightly as you began to remove your dress….
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"Grandmother _____, what's wrong? You look upset when I know you love sunflowers!" You were startled from your thoughts by a warm and gentle hand upon yours. You turned to see the twinkling ____ eyes of your granddaughter ______ staring at you and felt your heart soften.
Life sadly had to move on and when you had known you could not stay in love with Russia you had gone to a new home and started up with a new life.
"I was just thinking that the saddest thing I know, is that even though I can grow old and wither away…. A country remains as long as its memory is held, someone speaks its language, or it has a note in history. They cannot just die like the people that love them…."
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