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
A New Year Gift for ItalyGermany sighed as he ran his hand through his hair. He stared at the book Italy had gotten him in frustration. To have given him such a personal gift… The German bit his lip. And all he had done was bought him some pasta. Sure, Italy had seemed happy about that. But now Germany felt like he needed to give Italy something meaningful in return.
Time was running out. It was almost New Years, and if he was going to give him something, he would want it to be before the New Year.
He searched through his closet, trying to find some idea of what to give the Italian. Nothing seemed right. He was just about to give up, when something fell from the top shelf and smacked him on the head.
Scowling in pain, Germany picked up the worn push broom. “Vat is this supposed to be…?” He wondered out loud. He turned the item over in his hands carefully. Faint memories stirred in the back of his mind, but nothing substantial.
He thought he could recall the faint image of
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 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