Mafia!Russia x Reader - Flower Bud6
Your eyes met bright, violet orbs surounded by platnum blond hair. The man stood before you, holding a few grocieries in his arms. A light pink scarf hugged his neck, fitting just fine with his long brown coat that reached a bit below his knees. Black pants and brown boots were seen within the coat. He had a worried expression on his face. You crumbled the note, shoving it into your pocket as you stood, edging away. He was a Russian. He couldn't be trusted. He noticed your edginess and gave a childish smile.
"I'm sorry, I scared you, didn't I? My name is Ivan. What's yours?" The alias Lovino gave you became a warning sign in the back of your mind. You glanced over your shoulder, deciding to weave between the trees as soon as you saw a suspicious move. He looked as if he was waiting for an answer.
"_________. __________ _________," you lied, crossing your arms over your chest. Your legs were ready to bolt, but your upper body was almost relaxed. He shifted the bags in his arms, offering
Regret (Chapter 27)
Days seemed to pass like blurs for the two “stranded” nations on the island, with their days filled with mostly games and fun, neither of them really kept track of the time any longer. Of course, they always remembered when it was meal time, and with their amount of foods it was practically all the time now. They didn’t know how long they had been on the island, and they really didn’t care. They were free from their past life; they didn’t want to think about rescue. Not yet anyway.
After all there were more important things for them to do.
“Just a bit higher, Italy! I can almost see it!”
Germany squinted his eyes as the ghost Italian carried him up in the air a bit higher, bringing a hand up to shade the sun from his view as he scanned the area for something he thought he noticed earlier. They had made quite an effort to try to walk around the island to try to explore what they weren’t able to l
Regret (Chapter 29)
An hour ticked by, and then another, each second being even more painfully long than the last. Germany kept looking up at the clock, barely even noticing how the time went as every time he glanced up, it still practically looked unchanged. Every so often, he would push his seat back as if trying to get up to go try again, but one look from Romano and he sat back down. It wasn’t yet time to go back into Italy’s room.
None of them flinched as the clock rang about three times, it being the only sound echoing through the house at this point. Romano tilted his head very lightly, as if trying to keep an ear out for any other noises. Nothing. He nodded his head once towards the German, leaning back in his seat as he let the blonde get out of his seat to head to the back of the house. It was time.
Germany walked very quietly towards the hallway to Italy’s room, making sure not to make any loud noises to alert or startle the Italian. He breathed deeply before opening the door,
Regret (Chapter 25)
Germany winced as he felt the sun’s rays against his eyelids, slowly curling in on himself as everything around him suddenly felt wrong in every level. He wasn’t in a bed any longer, but on warm, soft… what was he even on? And he was wet? Well not entirely, his body was sure heated from the sun so some places felt like water had just been dried up.
As he tried to take a breath in, he ended up coughing rather harshly instead, able to feel salt water sticking in his throat. He sat up and coughed into his hands, finally opening his eyes to see what was even going on. He flinched at the blaring sun all around him, blinking once or twice to get used to the amount of light before everything came into focus. He was… on a beach? Was he still dreaming?
“Aah! Thank goodness you’re finally awake!!”
Germany jumped as he was called out too, rubbing his eyes for a moment before looking over to where the voice came from, seeing a familiar semi-transpar
Regret (Chapter 15)
There was no denying that the first sensation he felt was the thudding headache and several sharp small pains around his body from the multiple cuts. But what he wasn’t expecting was a lightly warm pressure wrapped around him. Slowly, he opened his eyes, his blurred vision coming into focus to the blank ceiling above him. He raised his head very slightly, not having to go far to see his blankets on top of him and that he was back in his room.
Wait, back in his room? He was on top of the building last. Did he survive the fall? Or—
He suddenly tensed as the memory of what happened the night before began coming back to him, especially of the moment right before he passed out.
Italy… he was alive? No, that’s impossible.
But he felt his hand.
But was still stranded in the ocean. There’s no possible way.
With a grunt, he pushed himself up, rubbing his head gingerly and grimaced as his bare hand went through his greasy hair. Yuck, he needed to shower. He pulled