Russia x Reader: 7 Mins In Heaven (p.1)

Russiaaaaaaaaaaa

     Crossing your fingers, you held your loading phone in your hand. Youtube was being as stubborn as ever, and all you wanted to do was play your favorite song. You growled nonsense unto your breath, as you impatiently waited for your favorite song to play. You were stuck like that, cursing, your fingers frozen into that same position for over a minute. You bit your lip, almost giving up and throwing the phone to the ground - er, rug, 'cause you're too cheap to buy a new one - , when the song played "World so Cold" by 12 Stones* loudly, knocking you out of your hopeful thoughts and causing you to cheer out loud, though your roommate was probably in the next room.

     Pausing it to load, you quickly ran out the door to the bathroom, and took a shower, making sure to wash your hair and such very well before wrapping a (f/c) robe around you and grabbing such things as deodorant and your toothbrush before doing what was needed with them, and padding quickly to your room before your roommate happened to look out. You did not want her to know you were leaving and come with. That would be bad. Very, very bad, as she was very annoying.

     You pressed play after drying yourself off, and faced your intimidating closet rather nervously. What the hell were you going to wear? Honestly, you had no idea, as you hadn't been to one of Alfred's parties before - Arthur had wisely advised you to steer clear. You carefully picked out a large black tee with the words 'Ice Cold' written on the front, a pair of shorts with an intricate pattern on the pockets, and you carefully got both on without any problems. Problem was, America lived in a cold community, and you knew if you went like that, you'd freeze your toes off. You grabbed a big, black jacket, and slung it on without and trouble, once again. Then you grabbed a pair of socks, before it hit you - were was your shoes? You scanned your room, and found one in the middle of the room, but you couldn't see the other one. Combat boot in one hand, you looked around with a scowl on your face, before finding it underneath your bed. How the hell did that get there? You shook your head before putting them on as well.

     "Finally, I'm ready!" You huffed. You didn't bother with makeup, after all, you were being forced to come, and you knew your crush wasn't going to be there. If he was, though, you wouldn't mind being seen - you'd hate it. But you trusted your gut and knew he wasn't going to be invited, as Alfred kind of sort of hated him. You walked sout of your room, phone in hand, before looking at the time, and as you did, you tripped. "Son of a-!" You growled, before you caught yourself before you knocked off a painting. Looking behind you, you looked for something you could've tripped on. Nothing.

     Yup. This was not going to be your day.

     You hissed in annoyance before actually noting the time. 5:21. You shook your head at yourself, wondering how long it took you to sit in the shower and get dressed normally. You grumbled again to yourself as you carefully made your way to the kitchen. You grabbed a (favorite drink) before sitting yourself at the couch, and flipping on the TV. You channel-surfed for a few minutes, before realizing there was absolutely nothing on at that time that was good, at least, to you. But, as you were too lazy and grumpy to move and put in a movie, you watched a weird show that was basically a really long commercial playing again and again. This particular commercial was about 70's music.

     After about ten minutes of watching that, you gave up on stalling and grabbed your keys, not bothering to tell your roommate were you were going, and drove to his house. Though you never risked visiting, you knew where Al lived. That was burned into your memory.

     You finally reached his house, and, zipping up the zipper and grumbling out one last cuss word, you knocked on the door, only to have it flung open and a loud Taylor Swift song punched you in the face. The music was so loud that you knew if you didn't plug your ears now, that song would be burned into your eardrums for a year. And so, as Alfred dragged you in, you stuffed your fingers into your ears, a grimace on your face. Alfred said something, and you just looked at him, your fingers blocking out most of the sound. Alfred sighed, and dragged you over to the DJ, and he gradually turned it down to were you could actually hear yourself think. You pulled the fingers out regretfully.

     "So dudette! Do ya like my super awesome party?" Alfred beamed down at you, all but yelling at you from the DJ station. You nodded, lying straight out, but he seemed to accept your unspoken words as truth and cheered loudly. You sighed, planning on grabbing some sort of non-alcoholic beverage and hiding in a corner, before seeing someone come in, and freezing.

     "Craaaapppp......Fantastic!" You yelped, before forgetting about the appealing beverage and running to the corner with the stereo. You burrowed yourself behind the stereo, your ear drums cursing your name. YOUR CRUSH WAS HERE. And here you were, no makeup, no pants, just shorts. These shorts were short. You did not need the attention of him when it came to that! You'd die of embarrassment!

     You cursed to yourself. This day was NOT for you. Not at all. Russia was here.

     What the hell, man? In what world would America invite Russia?! You could NOT believe it. Was the world conspiring against you today?! Literally?! You slid down into a siting position, planning on hiding away for the rest of the party. You hummed along to the song that was playing - World So Cold. That song seemed to be popping up a lot lately.

...

     "Ahaha! There you are, dudette!" Crap.

     America pulled you out from your little, safe corner, and threw you to the floor. You caught yourself before you face planted in front of all your friends. "Urgh." You groaned, standing back up and glaring at the stubborn American. Alfred laughed loudly, and dragged you to a circle of people, all of which you recognized. You were thrown next to Arthur, and you glared at him wordlessly, before whisper-yelling, "Why the hell are you here? Were you dragged here too?!" He chuckled nervously.

     "In a w-way*hic* love. I, actually, *hic* came w-willingly, for the free *hic* tea." He waved a hand to the bar. You gave him a look. He was obviously drunk as hell.

     "...Um, Arthur, I don't think that was tea..." He hicced again, his hair a mess, and, as you noticed blushing profusely, he was shirtless.

     "A *hic* ha! I thought it was Jack Daniels!" He hicced again, before, placing a teacup the size of a small fist into a hat. Wait, a hat? You looked up to see America, who was now waving the hat in your face.

     "FINE, fine!" You grabbed the hat forcefully out of his hands, and took your headphones out of your pocket, balling them up regretfully, and threw them into the hat. America laughed loudly, grabbing back the hat and exclaiming, "Someone's got their frilly panties in a twist!" You grimaced. "You mean the ones you'll never get?" You growled, flicking his nose. He blushed, and quickly shoved the hat into the person next to you's face. Romano cursed loudly in Italian, before shoving a small tomato barrette into the hat. You silently looked at Romano, eyes connecting, and you both nodded at each other, knowing neither wanted to be anywhere near here.

     "Alright, ______, dudette-"

     "Please, Al, don't call me that right now. I'm a bit agitated, as you observed earlier." You sighed, before waving him on. Woah, you were going to have a headache after this.

     America laughed halfheartedly, before telling you that you were the first to pick. He thrust the hat into your face once more, and you quickly realized what game this was. You blanched, before blushing heavily, and hesitantly slid your hand underneath the bigger items. Sliding your finger over a soft and silky texture, you felt your curiosity peak as you decided to pick it. In your hand was a little bottle cap, and you recognized it to be a vodka bottle cap.

     "....Dudette, do you want to chose again..?" America mouthed to you, a panicked look on his face. You rolled your eyes.    

     "Who'd I get in the first place?" You asked, a hopeful glint in your (e/c) eyes as you wondered who it was. America pointed behind him, and there was Russia, sitting there next to China and a perverted looking France, with his usual smile on his face. Your face turned white, then red, then purple, as you realized you weren't breathing as you stared into the Russian's beautiful purple eyes. You breathed in deeply as the American whispered, "So, you wanna choose again?" You shook your head as fast as you could, your hair whipping around your head, face once again, as red as a tomato.

     "......" America looked at you, blue eyes wide. He seemed to be in a serious mode. "......" You looked at him, daring him to say anything, a highly embarrassed look on your face. He shook his head slowly. ".....You sure?" You nodded fiercely. He shrugged. "Don't blame me if you die." You stood up, figiting with your jacket nervously, as your blush increased with ever passing moment. Russia stood up happily at the sight of the vodka cap, and walked quickly into the closet door that Francis was holding open with a slightly scared yet excited look on his face. You all but zoomed into the closet, and the door slammed, leaving you two in complete and total darkness.

     You began to shake, so nervous you couldn't speak. Your legs were shaking, your head was light and fuzzy, your face as red as a rose, your eyes clenched into slits, your hands in fists, and your mouth set into a scowl. Russia seemed to sense a wave of uncomfortability wafting from you. Even in the dark, it was obvious that you were so nervous, as you were frozen in that place.

     "Are you okay, ____?" You squeaked as he spoke your name. This was scaring the hall out of you, as you had never been this close to your crush before. And it wasn't helping that you couldn't see anything.

     "Y-y-yeah, I-I'm f-f-fine, tha-thanks.." Crap. You sounded like you were being tortured with one of those nipple twisters. Wow.

     "Are you sure...?" He sounded sad, and that knocked you out of it. You looked at him, your eyes quickly adjusting to the darkness, and realized, from the light of the crease underneath the door -

     ".....Are you...crying, Russia?" You asked, horrified. Russia's beautiful eyes were filled with tears, an uncharacteristic pout on his face. He looked down at you, his purple eyes filled with sadness.

     "You are afraid of me, da? You are afraid like all the rest..." His lower lip trembled, as his eyes grew bigger, with a more dejected look on your face.

     Sh*t.

     "Nononononono, no, nonono, no, no, no no no, Russia, I'm not afraid of you, I'm just as nervous as hell!" You all but yelped, hands jumping up to freeze and inch away from his arm.

     "You are lying, da?" He sniffed almost, not believing you. You couldn't believe the situation you were in, your crush crying because he thought you were afraid, and you knew you had to convince him of your actual like towards him, and how you were NOT afraid of him. At all. Nope. Nada. Zilch. You hesitated, before wrapping your arms around him softly. He seemed to tense quickly, before turning and hugging you back, you silently freaking out as he buried his face into your hair.

     "I-I'm not scared of you...I-I...I...I love you, Russia.." You whispered, your face pressed into his jacket, but your words where still heard by the large Russian, who froze, arms tightening around you. This sent you into a bit of a panic mode. "C-Crap, did you hear that?! A-ah.." Russia began to hug you as hard as was possible, with you still being able to breath.

     "You lie, da?" He muttered into your ear, his voice sending a chill down your spine, and you shivered. "N-no! I love you, Rus-"

     "Ivan. My name is Ivan, _____." Russia whispered, releasing you, but still entwining his large fingers into your hair, locking your head in his grip and making you look into his eyes. Then, Ivan crushed his lips to yours with a bruising force, earning a large gasp from you, which he took advantage of. He plunged his tongue though your lips, earning a squeak from you, and you had no idea what to do. You tried not to think about what was happening, as you gathered your thoughts quickly and thought hard about what to do. You realized that Ivan was moving his lips forcefully onto yours, and his tongue was in your hot mouth. You slowly moved his lips in cinque with his, and twirled your own tongue around his, before being forced up against the closet door, you holding on for dear life.

     You gathered your courage, before creating a heated battle between both of your tongues, in which he was completely dominating. You tilted your head to the side even more to get better leverage between you two. Ivan lifted you off the ground, and you, getting the message, and wrapped your legs around his waist. You kissed harder, until both your efforts were matched, and you were fiercely battling him for entrance. Finally, getting playfully annoyed at his defiance, you smirked into the kiss and slipped one of your hands out of his platinum blonde hair and into his pink scarf, causing him to freeze and you grazed your fingertips against his neck softly. You took advantage of his own lapse and forced your tongue in, searching his own mouth and dominating the kiss finally. You swirled your fingertips around his neck, and he hissed, before forcing back in and pounding into you, making you moan and pull him even closer to you, if that was even possible.   

     He did that again, making you moan louder. Ivan broke the kiss, whispered, "Ya tebya lyublyu, _____,*" and kissed lower, trailing down your neck, sucking sensually along your neck and around your collarbone. He bit down lightly, to the point that you were sure to have marks, and he licked around until he found your sweet spot. You moaned again, as he sucked hard on your sweet spot, pounding into you again as he bit down to the point of the skin breaking. You yelled out, your hand twisting into his hair. At this point, your jacket was on the floor, thrown off at a point you couldn't comprehend, and your tee was stretched down. Your shorts were straining and barely covering your legs as they were wrapped around his waist.

     "Time's u-" The door burst open to see you and Russia, still in that rather compromising position, and you two broke off and Ivan set you down, an arm still wrapped around your waist. You cleared your throat awkwardly as Alfred stared at you, eyes as wide as saucers. You bent down to get your jacket, and Russia dragged you away, yelling over his shoulder, "You're bedroom is now occupied, da, America?"

     And...no one objected, as they were too busy wondering what the hell just happened.