Russia x Reader - Sweetest Confessions

Russia x Reader: Sweetest Confessions

You stood quietly by the wall, watching him quietly. He was leaning against the wall, an innocent smile placed on his lips as he watched the others argue in the meeting. You were too shy to approach him, much less talk to him. Every time you saw him, you always felt your heart beat go faster and your breath hitch by your throat.

Russia listened boredly during the meeting. Outside he looked calm and peaceful, but inside, conflicting emotions arose. You were standing there, looking so sweet and innocent, and blushing whenever he glanced at you. All of his attention was on you, despite his appearance on the outside. He desperately wanted to talk to you, but yet he couldn't. He would probably just scare you away.

Oh, such conflicting emotions.

You wanted to approach him, to talk to him, yet as much as you wanted to, you were just too shy. You always wondered when you would have enough courage to approach him. You fidgeted shyly, nervously biting your lower lip as a habit. You sighed.

If you don't approach him now, then when would you?

You breathed deeply in courage, the urge of approaching him enough to give you courage.

Russia almost couldn't take it anymore. You were biting your lip so cutely that he wanted to take it in his mouth, feel his tongue roll over yours, breathe in your scent, and....<insert perv thoughts here>. He let out a suppressed gasp. He felt like he was choking, not being able to get close enough to you. It seemed like you had a magnetic pull towards the Russian. He shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts of you.

It didn't work.

You heard him gasp just as you took your first step towards him. You blushed lightly, now starting to get nervous again as your courage slowly slipped out of you. You started to think in your head whether to approach him or not.

What if he makes you go away?

What if he hates you?

You huffed in courage, drawing it in once again in another deep breath, telling yourself that it would be okay mentally.

Russia snapped. He couldn't keep his self control any longer. He stomped harsh, loud steps toward you, and he grabbed your hand forcefully. He pulled you outside, not caring of the stares of the other nations as he did so. Then, the Russian slammed you against the wall next to the door.

You yelped in surprise as the Russian grabbed your hand and pulled you. You blushed red that might as well put Spain's tomatoes into shame, and winced at the contact of your back to the wall. You stared at his eyes as you breathed heavily.

He stared into your (e/c) orbs that never seemed to stop sparkling.

Sparkling? Wait, were...were you crying?

His eyes widen at the thought and he mentally slapped himself. He didn't know he had such strength. Well, he did know, but that wasn't the point.

"I...I'm sorry," he whispered, releasing you.

Your tears unconsciously fall from your (e/c) eyes from the pain your hand had suffered from Russia's grip. But, despite silently crying unconsciously, you still stared right into his eyes. You heard him whisper his apologies, making you feel flutters in your stomach.

"E-eh....?", you mumbled softly. Your cheeks were tear-streaked, still with your light blush.

He fidgeted awkwardly as he looked down, not wanting to embarrass himself again.

"I'm sorry, I just..", he muttered. He allowed himself a peek.

You were so cute, perhaps too cute, and too irresistible for him!!!

"...couldn't help myself."

You looked away shyly in embarrassment, blushing innocently.

"I-It's okay...", you murmured shyly in your soft voice. Then you looked at him and saw that he was blushing lightly and rather adorably, making your heart skip a beat and feel fluttering in your stomach.

"Argh, Mother of-!" He leaned in and kissed you for what it's worth, frustration of not having you close to him taking over. He couldn’t take it anymore, it was perhaps too much.

Your eyes widened in both shock and happiness as his lips roughly crashed into your as your heart beat raced like there's no tomorrow. Slowly, you started to kiss back timidly, your hand on his chest.

Russia realized you were kissing back, and forced his tongue into yours, although you held no resistance at all. Suddenly, he cupped your chin as he parted lips for air. He panted slightly, murmuring, "(1) Я тебя люблю, (Y/N)..."

Even though you don't understand Russian, you still somehow knew what he said. 

"I-I-I love you too...", you murmured, breathing heavily. You stared right into his eyes, your cheeks flushed light pink.

Russia blinked.

Was this for real?

He had to make sure again. He dived back down to your lips, unconscious tears flowing down his cheek.

"(2) мой подсолнух, мой подсолнух..." he mumbled shakily against your mouth.

You slowly and gently caressed his cheek with your hand, wiping his tears away with your thumb. You timidly pecked his forehead lightly, tiptoeing. You slowly smiled gently, a smile so innocent and bright that it also made Russia smile back, his heart beating fast.

Unfortunately, the door HAD to burst open with all the nations keeping their ears pressed to it. An angry aura surrounded the Russian, and a sound began coming out of his mouth without his lips moving. It sounded suspiciously like "Kolkolkolkolkolkol".

You squeaked in surprise as the nations tumbled down the floor.

"Wh-wha-!!!", you yelped, and quickly grabbed Russia's hand, making him calm down and look at you with a small, innocent smile, his rather angry aura fading away.

His frown quickly melted away, and soon, he was smiling affectionately down at you. A few hoots and whistles came from the crowd of staring nations. Russia looked down at them and said in a seemingly innocent voice, “Leave me and my sunflower alone, da?"

Silence.

"Da?", He said again, this time scarier and firmer than usual.

No one dared speak for a while, just until the eavesdropping nations quickly left the room, leaving both of you alone once again. You were still holding Russia's hand in reassurance, keeping him calm.

He blew it, didn't he? He felt your quivering hand holding his, and he knew he scared you. You were quite scared, alright. But you didn't mind. It was him, after all. As long as it's him, you wouldn't mind, no matter what.

He stared at the floor awkwardly. "I-I'm sorry I called you my sunflower, I-I mean, you didn't even agree to being my...um...g-girlfriend and-!" he stuttered. God, he was a stumbling heap of nervousness next to you. He was just so happy he even got to kiss you and-!

You shut his stupid, rapid thoughts up with a chaste kiss.

You suddenly kissed him to stop him rambling, your hand still holding his. "Shh...", you hushed at him after pulling away, your arms now around his neck, making Russia's face rather burn. You had suddenly turned so bold. He liked this side of you, as well as your shy and innocent one.

“It’s okay….”, you told him gently, with an innocent smile on your face, your cheeks still flushed red. You gently caressed his cheek as you stared into his enchanting eyes filled with happiness. "A-as long as it's you, I-I don't mind...."

He pressed his warm lips gently on your forehead, murmuring sweet, beautiful words to you that made your cheeks feel warm and your heart race.

"I love you, (F/N)...", he whispered in a voice filled with sincere love and warmth, something that made you heart skip a beat. It made your heart bubble in happiness and gratefulness, yet also relief, that he loved you back.

It was like a dream come true....

You smiled sweetly and so innocently that it made Russia's heart skip in bliss and such satisfaction.

"I love you too.", you said delightfully and somehow dreamily.

...Well, it is a dream come true, for you. It was your sweetest confession just for him, after all.