Stray Snowfall Two - Reader x Russia

STRAY SNOWFALL PART 2


"You... You saved me... You actually saved me...." You could no stop talking, confusion glazing over your eyes so you had not seemed to realise that your saviour had not let you go yet. From their seat outside, Sweden and Germany remained staring in horrified eyes, their expressions a mix of confusion and shock at how fast their client had guessed you needed help.

"Da." He smiled calmly and you looked up into those eyes. For a moment you almost drowned in the violet wonders, seeing within a golden land of flowers and a child dancing, but when he blinked the violet seemed hazed with stray snowfall. It reminded you terribly of the past and the snowstorm, the fight with Arthur, and your...

Your Guardian angel!

"Are... Are you an angel?" You questioned. Still you had not seemed to notice how your ____ hair was swept back, your ___ eyes were wide, your face blushing, your ____ bosom high, and your rigid body bent almost over his knee. You looked as if you were about to dance a tango or a very seductive dance, and yet that smile remained as calm as ever.

"ANYONE CATCH THE LICENCE PLATE!" You heard Germany scream and suddenly you shook your head and Russia released you. So, this was the man you were supposed to protect? He was smiling at you again, his eyes closed to make it less hypnotic but turning your face a brilliant crimson. Within seconds you were being guided back across the road and sat down beside your boss, co-worker, and Russia.

"You alright ____?" Sweden muttered his voice seemingly dull but his face softened to a gentle stare, though he barely smiled. You rubbed the back of your head and your ___ hair, that had been embarrassing. But when you realise that your buddy is still awaiting an answer, you chuckle and nod your head. Sweden grunted as he nodded in agreement, before turning to Russia and giving a compliment – something rare indeed. "You acted fast, and you saved my friend. I am grateful."

"Ja," Germany sighed, annoyed that he had missed the car number and everyone who had witnessed seemed too shocked to respond. He picked up his coffee, his hands shaking from the fear he'd had at the possibility of seeing you squished. You sighed; obviously Italy was still bugging him to keep tabs on you. But then, after taking a steadying gulp, Ludwig sighed and shook his head. "So… We need to talk about how this is going to work out. Sergeant ____ here will pose as your girlfriend; we'll just keep tabs behind you – switching positions so no one clues in on who we are. Not that anyone seems to notice much difference between us when we've got our backs turned. But anyway, we've arranged a hotel lobby suite for you that has a double bed and two sections – a bedroom and a lounge-like area. We will take turns, all of us, during the night to stay awake and on guard in the lounge. In the meantime, we're going wherever you want to go, and Sweden here is on lookout duty first."

"Da, that's kind." Russia smiled gently, but he seemed to sag a little and you were quick to push a bit of cake into his mouth. Russia looked at you in surprise, why had you just done that? But willingly he ate it with a grin on his face and then gave a sigh. "Da, I'm feeling better. Thank you…. Uh…. What do I call you, my girlfriend?"

"Uh…" You blush visibly at his words. Goodness it felt weird for anyone but Italy to refer to you as a girlfriend. You quickly flick your hand about and jokingly come up with your nickname, just so no one puts two and two together. "Just call me ____"

"That's nice…. You call me Ivan, ____ - did you know, you've got a very pretty blush!" Russia, Ivan, smiled again and you turned even redder. Sweden gave a gentle grunt of annoyance at this and quickly pushed your drink, a _____, toward you so you could be distracted by that and not by the adorable Russian man.

"Did you say something about my sister, Jimmy?" You heard the growling voice of Allistor behind you and you almost leapt out of your skin in fear. Germany and Sweden suddenly looked afraid; your step-brother Scotland was not the easiest guy in the world to get along with and he had a terrible reputation as a fighter – but you knew it was all just a front and Allistor could be a real gentleman. "Ye did ne answer me, Jimmy…"

"Da… I am Ivan, your sister's boyfriend…. She did not mention she had a brother…" Ivan chuckled softly as if there had been no threat at all from Scotland's voice. Germany and Sweden were trying to shake their heads and stop Russia from saying anything; they had both witnessed Italy getting picked up at a bar and thrown out the window. You however were stunned that Russia had been so quick to slip into his new role, swinging his arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer to him. He almost seemed to want to rub his face against yours, but only Allistor could see the possessive, threatening, look on Russia's face.

It put him in a bit of an awkward position – was he going to try and defend his sister against a scary guy like him?

"Uh…" Allistor gulped, twirling the fag in his jaws with confusion. He looked to you, the blush visible on your face and then snorted. He poked your shoulder and gave a grunt. "Ye did ne fucking tell me, ______ . But ye should know, I don't take kindly to wankers like you bullying her - so keep it in mind!"

"It's alright Al!" You chuckled gently, stretching out a hand to stroke his shoulder. He looked at you with concern in his green eyes. He made a slight growling sound, trying hard not to keep looking into your sincere _____ eyes and find himself tricked. But when you blinked he gave a slight snort and you then punched his shoulder. "I was not exactly going to run around the house yelling out that I've got a boyfriend when Padraig just ended his long-term relationship over something stupid."

"Right, ye know what's best." Allistor grunted. Your bigger step-brother, the second oldest after John, had been a bit of a thug as a teenager and taken every chance possible to beat up the younger ones, though you and John had always kept him in line. He looked at you with a strange kind of wisdom in his eyes that you barely saw these days, only to ruffle your ____ hair and turn away on his road to wherever. He knew you were not being completely honest, but he also knew that you were very considerate of your younger brother and liked to keep him smiling. "Seeya 'round."

* * * * *

You had spent the day in a botanical garden, much to your surprise, especially as Ivan did not seem the type to love flowers! But somehow he had found them fascinating and spent a lot of time staring at sunflowers. Sweden had been watching from a block of flats and from time to time had sent you a text message of concern. Sometimes Sweden confused you, he always seemed to be interested in men, Finland in particular, but whenever you were around he changed. Maybe you reminded him too much of a man, or was it just the bond between work partners? Usually you shared the cop care with him, though car was an understatement for the Jeep that he stormed around the country lanes with.

Germany had been useful, he'd made sure you had ice cream, mmm _____ flavour - your favourite. Somehow you were surprised he remembered, only to groan when you'd spotted him making notes about everything that you did and everything he remembered about you. Of course you'd questioned your boss about it, but Ludwig had just stated that it would help Russia to be a convincing boyfriend. In the end you reached the hotel room after a boring meal at France's restaurant, too fancy for you!

"So, _____, why don't you tell me about how your relationships normally work. Germany mentioned you were with Italy for a while, how did you go about things? Do you have any specific rules about holding hands or kissing?" Ivan smiled sweetly as he questioned you over a cup of tea. You were caught off guard by his question, your face paling as you felt your stomach knot. Why had you eaten something so rich? You were so used to fish and chips being the height of flavour in your house, unless you were cooking Italian meals, and so much rich food....

"You don't look good, _____, do you need some medicine?" Sweden questioned, a sweeter edge to his voice and a look of concern replacing his natural frown. But you shook your head at him, it was nothing a good nap would not cure, and Germany was on the first watch tonight whilst you had the fold out bed beside Ivan's double one – so if anything happened you could push it back under and roll into the sheets with him. A charming thought!

"I'll just head for bed; I'll talk about it all tomorrow. Right now I need a nap." You sighed gently, but were surprised at Ivan's suddenly gentle words.

"Take the big bed, you'll feel more comfortable." And for some reason, you did just that.

Falling asleep proved easy, despite the pain in your stomach, but your dreams were strange. They became bitter memories of the pain of your mother's death, your father's more recent one, and the horrible things that had been going on around you. Things had not been easy for anyone in the town, not with a recent rash of murders that had everyone you knew on edge. You had lost one of your co-workers in chasing down this lunatic too, but the thought of another funeral and England's callous remarks that morning made you begin to weep.

You had no idea what the time was, how long you had been asleep, but once again you had kept crying. Something had changed around you though; you felt an unfamiliar yet comforting warmth as something hooked around your body and began to speak soothingly to you. The words were comforting, friendly, and filled with a gentleness that you had only understood in your dreams. Once again you questioned whatever force it was, unsure of reality anymore…

"Are you my guardian angel?"

"Maybe."

Continued in Part Three….