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Friendzone (Russia x Reader)

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Friendzone (Russia x Reader)

"Privet, (y/n)," Ivan squeaked out happily as he opened the door, looking comfortable under a pale, purple-looking scarf.

"Hey Ivan! Are you ready for your date?" You asked as you made your way into his slightly warm household.

"Not really, but I am a little nervous," he confessed shyly, a faint blush appearing on his chubby cheeks.

You couldn't help but think he looked adorable, making it one of the reasons why you were in love with him. Another reason was how he treated you; it was as if you were the long-awaited treasure that every pirate wanted to keep in his eyes. Whenever you felt hurt, or started crying, he would go out of his way to be that comforting shoulder you would pour your heart out to. He's the type of person who would care for you even if you had a contagious disease. Last time you were, he stayed over at your house (he politely asked you first) fed you soup, and watched Disney movies with you always with joyous yet cheesy endings to get you to smile through your weak state of mind.

Although he did everything for you and vice versa, you still weren't sure how he felt about you. Was he just being friendly, or did he look at you in that special, loving kind of way?

"(Y/n)? Would you like some food?Or vodka?" Ivan asked swiftly, fidgeting nervously as if something was eating at him on the inside.

"Huh? Sure!" You responded, catching your thoughts as soon as he left you alone in the living room to pour two small amounts of vodka.

Flashback

You remember this day as clear as you can see through a piece of glass. A week after you turned fourteen, your father accepted a job offer in Moscow, Russia, and moved the family there, consisting of just you and your parents. However, you weren't the happiest kid when you arrived at the Russian airport; you already felt lost in this new, foreign country with people who speak a language you didn't even understand or know how to speak. At the beginning of the whole thing, you still weren't happy. No, you were just never happy. Your father was barely in the house because of his new job and your mother always stayed in her room, never spending quality time with you. You were pretty much alone everyday.

Out of curiosity in this new land on the other side of the world, you walked out of your house and decided explore the city on your own. The streets were busy with cars, sure, but that didn't hamper your walking.

Two hours later, you found yourself in a field full of sunflowers. Ever since you came out of your mother's womb, you have loved sunflowers. To you, they bring a certain light into a dark, bleak room. Suddenly your feet planted themselves on the cold, hard ground. Something caught your eye; a lone sunflower that was brighter and larger than the others. After regaining your composure, you slowly crawled towards it, kneeling down to admire it through a closer perspective using your naked (e/c) eyes.

"Isn't it beautiful?"

You nearly jumped out of your skin and screamed, falling onto your butt from being scared to death. Glancing over towards the sound of the voice, you laid eyes on a gorgeous young male who looked about sixteen years old. His soft, tousled-looking hair was a platinum blonde color and his eyes could compare to the color of lilacs. Although he was just another stranger, his smile melted your heart in this frigid weather.

"I called out to you in Russian a few minutes ago, but I guess you didn't understand so I assumed you were an English-speaker, da?"
You blinked before responding with, "Oh. Well, you guessed correctly."

He chuckled lightheartedly. "My name is Ivan Braginsky, but please call me Ivan."
"I'm (y/n). (Y/n) (l/n). Pleasure to make your acquaintance," you said as you stood up, reaching out to shake his hand.

Ivan outstretched his hand out to you as well, shaking it. "So what brings you here, (y/n)?" He asked inquisitively.

"Life. My parents are out of the house so I decided to venture out on my own. Explore, you know."
He nodded and sat down on the grass, ushering you to sit down next to him.
"I meant what brings you here to Russia." He offered you a sincere smile, curious about your whole life story.

Why was he so curious? You were nothing special nor interesting, so why would he care?

He looked so kind, and there was a certain degree of sadness in his eyes.

Moscow is dull, you thought. Nothing can ever bloom here.

Still, he looked so interested to learn more about you. Maybe you won't have to be alone in this unknown place. Maybe you could spend more time with the lonely, naive guy.

Flashback Over

Ivan returned with two small glasses of vodka, setting them down on the glass table framed with Siberian wood in front of you. "I'm going to go get ready," he stated, looking unusually nervous.

You nodded and gave him a small smile to try to soothe him a little. 'I wonder what this girl is like', you thought to yourself, feeling your own stomach heat up and flip like miniature gymnasts.

Why were you feeling so sick? Your forehead was growing hot and your hands were trembling as you held the glass of vodka, your legs shaking aggressively.

You felt as if you could pass out any second now. Honestly, you didn't want him to go on this date. You wanted him to belong to you and only you. Why was it so hard to try to stop loving someone who would possibly never love you like that?

Half an hour later, Ivan came back downstairs, wearing beige skinny jeans, his usual military coat and scarf, and brown combat boots. His favorite cologne, Aqua Lumiere from Novaya Zarya, lingered in the air before you, almost immediately arousing you.

"How do I look?" He asked, spinning around a little to show off his outfit choices.
"The real question is, what's cooking, good looking?" You got up and set your hands on his broad shoulders, smirking before going back to wearing a serious facial expression. "This girl you're meeting tonight would be so lucky to have you."

A rouge blush made its way onto his face as he timidly looked away. "Thank you, (y/n)."
"Shall we?" You asked with a false grin, leading him out of his home to the noisy, cold world outside.

As soon as you both got inside the car, Ivan turned the AC knob to the left for a room temperature feel. Birthday by Mobilnye Blondinki was blurting out of his radio. Funny thing was, you realized you loved him eight years ago when this song played during his seventeenth birthday party.

Your (e/c) eyes glanced over to him, noticing that he was twiddling his thumbs a little too much. In fact, he was as fidgety as a squirrel who found an acorn haven. You began to wonder what made him so nervous.

Curious about what direction Ivan was driving the both of you to, you inspected the road before you, your insides boiling with anger. Ivan was taking out a random girl for a date in the sunflower field you first met him in?! This was a sacred place for you and he knows it! That idiot! You knew he would never love you! You felt like such an idiotic teenage girl for giving him all of your trust. Even for trusting him with your own damned life.

Ivan noticed you huffing and puffing and parked the car in the middle of the field, turning his body towards you.
"(Y/n)? Are you okay?.."
"No! You're taking her out on a date here?! This is where we first met damn it! This place is special to me, and you know it!" You turned away from him, your bottom lip quivering with hurt.

"... (Y/n), this date is for you. For the two of us." Ivan frowned, looking like a kicked puppy.

You felt your heart sink into the deep crevasses of your body, its rate slowing down. There was no other girl? It was you this whole time? You wanted to cry, to beg him to forgive you for being angry, for acting like such a snob.
"R-Really?..." You asked him, your voice barely above a hushed whisper.

"Da. I have loved you since I first saw you in this field alone," he quietly admitted, already feeling bittersweet rejection head his way. "You're the only one for me, Моя дорогая."*

A burst of tears swiftly cascaded down your cheek as if a cheap, plastic bag full of water broke. "I'm so sorry, Ivan! I'm sorry I yelled at you! I'm sorry I always take you for granted!"

Ivan wrapped you in a loving embrace, soon kissing the top of your head gently. "I still love you so much, no matter what, (y/n) (l/n). Will you go on this date with me?"

You smiled weakly, nodding eagerly as you realized your throat was as dry as a desert. "Of course. I'll go on this date with you, Ivan Braginsky."

He pecked your forehead and got out of the vehicle after turning it off, walking over to your side quickly to open your door. Slightly nodding to him as a thanks, you entangled your fingers with his, letting him lead you to the designated spot.

"This is exactly where you sat that day," he murmured in his thick Russian accent, smiling ever so slightly. You began to grin when you remembered those warm memories, completely ignoring the cold wind passing through the belittled space in between the two of you.
"I remember.... I remember all of it."

After spending nearly an hour talking to each other in the sunflower field, he drove you back into town to just relax at a small coffee shop nearby.

He took you to a small booth in the corner with your orders, sitting down next to you. As you looked out the window to watch the snow, he adjusted his scarf so that the two of you fit snugly inside.

"(Y/n)?"
"Hm?" You asked, turning to face him before he pressed a soft kiss onto your lips.
"я тебя люблю."*
"I love you more."

You felt like the happiest girl in the world. And that's when you learned something new; love can bloom in any season, be it blazing summers, warm springs, cool autumns and numbing winters.
Why hello there! You chose Russia. I hope y'all enjoyed this.

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Spain: fav.me/d6mos5a
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More soon.

Russia and Hetalia™ are owned by Hidekaz Himaruya.
You, however, belong to Russia.

Translations:
Моя дорогая - My Dear (said to females only)
я тебя люблю - I love you

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This fanfiction was written by ~Korean Jesus, but ideas were by ~Joker.
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PopstAhri's avatar
I first I thought this was going to be a fanfic where Russia leaves the reader in the friendzone and they're so upset (because that's happened to me before) but this is a surprise ending. Love it!!