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Russia x Yoh: Little Matryoshka (Drabble?)
"I wanna go visit Russia!" I exclaimed as I abruptly stood up from my chair.
Denmark spit out his coffee in Sweden's face and looked at me incredulously as he loudly expressed his shock. Sweden grunted in a displeased manner before he wiped off the liquid from his face, and while Norway was mainly unfazed he did arch one eyebrow.
"Why do you want to visit Russia?"
"Yeah! Why him of all people?!" Denmark agreed.
"Because he's like a second papa to me, idiot Dane!" I huffed. "He's like papa. He may seem cold and scary on the outside, but on the inside he's quite warm."
I became acquainted with Russia a few months back. At first I had been a little scared of him, but after I gave him a chance, and after I got past the barrier called Belarus, I realized that he was actually pretty sweet. He and Belarus both had come to like me quite a lot, and Ukraine too of course but she liked almost everyone.
However, my family just couldn't understand what I saw in the tall Russian that towered over me in height. They had tried to convince me that he was bad news, but to no avail as I still liked the isolated and lonely man from the cold east.
"I honestly don't understand you guys sometimes! Papa’s just as tall as him and yet you don't scare him off!"
"For obvious reasons, dear sister."
I huffed. "I still think you're being overprotective. He's a nice guy!"
"He's bad news, little jente!" [girl]
"Shut up, idiota Dane!" I turned to papa whom had been quiet up until that point. "Papa, please let me visit Russia! Snälla pappa!" [Please daddy!]
He looked at my pleading face and the disapproving faces of the other two Scandinavian countries and contemplated his answer.
On the one hand: if he said no he and the entire house would have to deal with pissed off Korean girl for several weeks to come, but they wouldn't have to worry about my safety. However, on the other hand: if he said yes they would be rewarded with big grin that could rival Denmark's, on my face but the flip-side would be that they wouldn't be able to guarantee my safety... What was the right decision?
As he considered the dilemma in his head a sudden exclamation pulled him from his pondering.
"Papa!" I looked at him intensely.
"... How long?"
A smile started growing on my face. "Just over the week. May I?"
He nodded and as I was about to start cheering he held his hand up to stop me. "But, one of us will come wid you to drop you off and get you at Russia's place."
"Oh come on! I'm an adult already!"
"... Dis is not discussable."
I sighed. If that was the price I had to pay to visit Russia, then so be it. I nodded my agreement. "Fine, I accept your terms. Who's coming with me then?"
"... Denmark."
My eyes widened and I immediately voiced my objections. "You have got to be kidding me, pappa!"
~*~*~*~*
And that's how I ended up on an airplane to Russia with that unbearable twat of a Dane beside me. Letting out a sigh I simply stared out the window as the rambling Nordic island man droned on and on about these and those things to not do while in and with Russia, which I completely tuned out. But I nodded my head to it as if I was listening. I hoped he would shut up soon. Preferably before I decided to rip his guts open right then and there on the plane.
"Are you listening to me, Yoh?!"
"Yeah, yeah."
"Honestly, he is not to be trusted, you hear?!"
"Yeah, yeah."
"Promise me dat you will always be on your guard and always have your katana wid you wherever you go!"
"Yeah, yeah...!" I was seriously close to heeling the obnoxious Dane in his private areas if he didn't shut up soon!
"Good."
Finally, the motherfucker shut his damn trap, so I could get some shut eye on this long aerial trip over the continent!
I rested my head against the window and closed my eyes in the hopes of getting some sleep.
~*~*~*~*
When we arrived in Russia, the tall man I was to visit stood waiting for me at the airport with that smile of his on his lips. Upon seeing it a smile broke out on my face too and I swiftly ran up to him and engulfed him in a hug.
"Privét Ivan!" [Hello]
He returned the gesture and completely enveloped me in his strong arms. "Privét podsolnechnik! Dobro pažàlovat v Rossiyu!" [Hello sunflower! Welcome to Russia!]
"Spasibo!" I replied excitedly. [Thank you!]
Denmark was frowning and came up to us. "Russia, if you so hurt one hair on our sister's body you will have to face de wrath of de entirety of Nortern Europe! Am I clear?"
"Of course, Denmark! I would never dream to harm little Yoh."
"Well, you'd better keep dat word! - Yoh, if anyting happens, and I mean anyting don't be afraid to call, you hear?"
Sighing I waved him off and started pushing him towards the departure gates. Of course, he started protesting and I sent an apologetic look to Russia, who just stood there still smiling. He continued to stand there, sticking out from the crowd of tourists towering above them and clad in his trademark coat as he waited for me to return. Thankfully he didn't have to wait for very long and soon I returned to his side, all ready to get out of the damn airport.
Once again I apologized to him but he just picked up my bags and said it was fine. Then he started leading me towards the exit where a taxi waited for us, to take us to Russia's home.
~*~*~*~*
The moment I stepped into Russia’s house I was tackled into a oxygen-depraving hug by Ukraine. And with her being taller than me her breasts were pressed against my face, effectively suffocating me.
“I’m so happy jou have to visit us, Yoh! It’s been so long since last!”
“Mmghpf mmh ghmpff!” I mumbled into her bosom.
“Big sister!” Russia exclaimed.
She looked and saw my predicament. As quickly as I had been enveloped in her hug did she back away and looked apologetically at me.
“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to suffocate jou! Are you okay?”
I regained my breath. “Da, I’m fine, Ukraine. Don’t worry.”
“Dat’s good. I’ll go tell Belarus that jou’ve arrived!”
‘And there she goes again...’ I thought as a chuckle escaped me.
As Ukraine left I, again, felt two strong arms envelop me and pull me backwards. Knowing it was only Russia I just stood there and let him hug me. His hugs were always so cozy. It really was like being cuddled by a big teddybear. Just as warm and just as fuzzy.
“It’s nice to have you back here, my little matryoshka.”
Smiling, I responded. “It’s good to be back, Ivan.”
Denmark spit out his coffee in Sweden's face and looked at me incredulously as he loudly expressed his shock. Sweden grunted in a displeased manner before he wiped off the liquid from his face, and while Norway was mainly unfazed he did arch one eyebrow.
"Why do you want to visit Russia?"
"Yeah! Why him of all people?!" Denmark agreed.
"Because he's like a second papa to me, idiot Dane!" I huffed. "He's like papa. He may seem cold and scary on the outside, but on the inside he's quite warm."
I became acquainted with Russia a few months back. At first I had been a little scared of him, but after I gave him a chance, and after I got past the barrier called Belarus, I realized that he was actually pretty sweet. He and Belarus both had come to like me quite a lot, and Ukraine too of course but she liked almost everyone.
However, my family just couldn't understand what I saw in the tall Russian that towered over me in height. They had tried to convince me that he was bad news, but to no avail as I still liked the isolated and lonely man from the cold east.
"I honestly don't understand you guys sometimes! Papa’s just as tall as him and yet you don't scare him off!"
"For obvious reasons, dear sister."
I huffed. "I still think you're being overprotective. He's a nice guy!"
"He's bad news, little jente!" [girl]
"Shut up, idiota Dane!" I turned to papa whom had been quiet up until that point. "Papa, please let me visit Russia! Snälla pappa!" [Please daddy!]
He looked at my pleading face and the disapproving faces of the other two Scandinavian countries and contemplated his answer.
On the one hand: if he said no he and the entire house would have to deal with pissed off Korean girl for several weeks to come, but they wouldn't have to worry about my safety. However, on the other hand: if he said yes they would be rewarded with big grin that could rival Denmark's, on my face but the flip-side would be that they wouldn't be able to guarantee my safety... What was the right decision?
As he considered the dilemma in his head a sudden exclamation pulled him from his pondering.
"Papa!" I looked at him intensely.
"... How long?"
A smile started growing on my face. "Just over the week. May I?"
He nodded and as I was about to start cheering he held his hand up to stop me. "But, one of us will come wid you to drop you off and get you at Russia's place."
"Oh come on! I'm an adult already!"
"... Dis is not discussable."
I sighed. If that was the price I had to pay to visit Russia, then so be it. I nodded my agreement. "Fine, I accept your terms. Who's coming with me then?"
"... Denmark."
My eyes widened and I immediately voiced my objections. "You have got to be kidding me, pappa!"
~*~*~*~*
And that's how I ended up on an airplane to Russia with that unbearable twat of a Dane beside me. Letting out a sigh I simply stared out the window as the rambling Nordic island man droned on and on about these and those things to not do while in and with Russia, which I completely tuned out. But I nodded my head to it as if I was listening. I hoped he would shut up soon. Preferably before I decided to rip his guts open right then and there on the plane.
"Are you listening to me, Yoh?!"
"Yeah, yeah."
"Honestly, he is not to be trusted, you hear?!"
"Yeah, yeah."
"Promise me dat you will always be on your guard and always have your katana wid you wherever you go!"
"Yeah, yeah...!" I was seriously close to heeling the obnoxious Dane in his private areas if he didn't shut up soon!
"Good."
Finally, the motherfucker shut his damn trap, so I could get some shut eye on this long aerial trip over the continent!
I rested my head against the window and closed my eyes in the hopes of getting some sleep.
~*~*~*~*
When we arrived in Russia, the tall man I was to visit stood waiting for me at the airport with that smile of his on his lips. Upon seeing it a smile broke out on my face too and I swiftly ran up to him and engulfed him in a hug.
"Privét Ivan!" [Hello]
He returned the gesture and completely enveloped me in his strong arms. "Privét podsolnechnik! Dobro pažàlovat v Rossiyu!" [Hello sunflower! Welcome to Russia!]
"Spasibo!" I replied excitedly. [Thank you!]
Denmark was frowning and came up to us. "Russia, if you so hurt one hair on our sister's body you will have to face de wrath of de entirety of Nortern Europe! Am I clear?"
"Of course, Denmark! I would never dream to harm little Yoh."
"Well, you'd better keep dat word! - Yoh, if anyting happens, and I mean anyting don't be afraid to call, you hear?"
Sighing I waved him off and started pushing him towards the departure gates. Of course, he started protesting and I sent an apologetic look to Russia, who just stood there still smiling. He continued to stand there, sticking out from the crowd of tourists towering above them and clad in his trademark coat as he waited for me to return. Thankfully he didn't have to wait for very long and soon I returned to his side, all ready to get out of the damn airport.
Once again I apologized to him but he just picked up my bags and said it was fine. Then he started leading me towards the exit where a taxi waited for us, to take us to Russia's home.
~*~*~*~*
The moment I stepped into Russia’s house I was tackled into a oxygen-depraving hug by Ukraine. And with her being taller than me her breasts were pressed against my face, effectively suffocating me.
“I’m so happy jou have to visit us, Yoh! It’s been so long since last!”
“Mmghpf mmh ghmpff!” I mumbled into her bosom.
“Big sister!” Russia exclaimed.
She looked and saw my predicament. As quickly as I had been enveloped in her hug did she back away and looked apologetically at me.
“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to suffocate jou! Are you okay?”
I regained my breath. “Da, I’m fine, Ukraine. Don’t worry.”
“Dat’s good. I’ll go tell Belarus that jou’ve arrived!”
‘And there she goes again...’ I thought as a chuckle escaped me.
As Ukraine left I, again, felt two strong arms envelop me and pull me backwards. Knowing it was only Russia I just stood there and let him hug me. His hugs were always so cozy. It really was like being cuddled by a big teddybear. Just as warm and just as fuzzy.
“It’s nice to have you back here, my little matryoshka.”
Smiling, I responded. “It’s good to be back, Ivan.”
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A little thing I started writing just little over a month ago. Then I didn't quite know how to continue it and shelved it until now. Here's the finished product. It's meant to display my thoughts of Russia.
I hope you enjoy~! :)
Disclaimer:
I don't own Hetalia, it belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya
I only own myself and this story.
I hope you enjoy~! :)
Disclaimer:
I don't own Hetalia, it belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya
I only own myself and this story.