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AN: Very randomly, I decided to write something about Male!Belarus and somehow wound up with this…Cutie Fem!Russia FTW! Technically, this is a Male!Belarus x Female!Reader, but I added some very, very subtle hints of Fem!Russia and Female!Reader ‘cuz it’s so cute =O= (okay, not too subtle XD)

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“(Name)! (Name)!”

You slammed your locker shut with a bang, startled out of your little reverie. “You scared me, Anya!” You scowled at your Russian best friend, watching as she jogged hurriedly over to you with her long pretty locks of hair flying behind her figure.

“You were daydreaming again, weren’t you?” She looked accusingly at you, narrowing her amethyst eyes and pouting her lips. “And right in the middle of locker break too! You’re lucky we have the same class next period or else you would’ve been late because of all your little daydreaming, da? You’re such a dreamer, (Name)!” Anya giggled now, putting a delicate hand to her mouth.

You rolled your eyes before letting out a little giggle yourself. “C’mon, let’s go before Miss Montello yells at us for being late for Pre-Calculus.” You two link arms and make your merry ways to class.

~ (An Hour Later)! ~

“I can’t believe she assigned us so much homework over the weekend,” you complained to Anya as you two walked out of school,” one hundred problems of pure, mathematically-evil calculations! One hundred and frickin’ ten!” Your eyes nearly bulged in disbelief. “I mean, doesn’t she know that we have a life besides zombie-ing through the school day?”

Anya sighed empathically in agreement. “And that just stacks over the homework that other teachers have assigned us, da?”

“Shoot, don’t we have some that AP Literature project due next Friday?” You asked anxiously. “I’m not even halfway finished!”

“That’s what happens when you procrastinate, подруга (girlfriend).” Anya suddenly broke into an excited smile. “Why don’t you have a sleepover with me tonight? It’s Friday so your parents can’t complain and we can help each other with the Pre-Cal homework.”

“Yeah, totally!” You sent your parents a quick text telling them that you were sleeping over at Anya’s and proceeded to take the reasonably short walk over from school to Anya’s house, smiling and laughing with your friend the entire way.

~ (At Anya’s House) ~

“Мать, Отец, Я дома! (Mother, Father, I’m home!)” Anya called out as she entered her home, taking off her shoes as she did so. You followed her example as always, removing your shoes as well.

“Ah, hello большой брат (big brother)!” Anya was surprised to see her elder brother, Yuri, coming up to greet you both instead of her parents. “Where are Mother and Father?”

Yuri brushed a bit of his soft blonde hair from his eyes before reaching out and giving Anya a tight hug. “Ah-hah, they have taken an impromptu trip of romance for the weekend. Short notice, of course, but that is them, after all.” He lifted his hand to reveal a small post-it note with some words scrawled hastily in Russian on it.

Anya took the note from her brother and read it aloud: “’Going to have some fun Mommy-Daddy time alone and away from you kids! Love you lots!’” The Russian girl groaned and set down her backpack by the coat room. “Ugh, that is them all right!”

“I see you have invited (Name) over?” He smiled in your direction and had you a hug as well. You grinned and hugged him back.

“Hey, Yuri, aren’t you supposed to be at college or something?”

“I left class early today; it’s Friday and there isn’t as much work due as usual so it’s not too much of a crime!” He laughed lightly, casually putting his hand on Anya’s shoulder. “I just wanted to see all of family, but I guess that’s not going to happen!”

His words put a thoughtful expression to your face. “Speaking of which…” You frowned. “Where’s your brother Nikolai? I don’t see him poking around…”

At the mention of her younger brother’s name, Anya immediately let out a squeak of fear and hid behind Yuri. For his part, Yuri shot you a sheepish expression as he put a comforting hand to his sister’s head. “H-He’s not here is he?” Anya gasped out, clutching at her brother’s shirt. You felt a little guilty for bringing up the topic of Nikolai; after all, he DID want to date his own sister.

In the Braginsky household, Nikolai was the odd black sheep. His parents were still heads-over-heels in love with each other, but you supposed that they were just had a deep appreciation of their marriage together. Yuri was so pleasant and kind that you wished he was your older brother and Anya, of course, was your best friend in the world with her pretty face and saccharine personality similar to her older brother but she was also very fun to be around. Nikolai was different from them all. Unlike the rest of his family, who were lively and chatty in character, he was not much of a talker. Instead, he had a very severe, intimidating aura about him and also had a strange thing for knives, often keeping one in the front pocket of the dark grey coat he usually wore or in his backpack (which was wayyyyyy against school regulations =_=””). Nikolai had small, delicate features like Anya did and had really gorgeous blue eyes but they were always twisted into some intense, creepy expression.

His family mostly just tried to ignore his bizarre mania for his sister, saying that (hopefully) it was a phase and that sooner or later it would be done and over with once he found a girl he liked besides Anya. Since he was only a year younger than Anya, you sometimes ran into him at school, doing creepy things i.e. stalking his beloved sister, sharpening his knives behind the school dumpster, or scaring off anyone that came with a 3 foot radius of him. And every time you two met he would always give you this intense angry stare like he wished you would die or something, probably because of the fact that you were Anya’s best friend and the reason she left her house a lot to hang out with you. You usually avoided him because of that, but sometimes you caught yourself pondering about the reclusive, sister-and-knife-obsessed boy, questioning why he was so peculiar. Admittedly, he was not at all bad-looking, but his hostile and ascetic personality was rather off-putting to you and discouraged much interaction…

Yuri patted Anya’s head, a sorry expression on his face. “Don’t be like that, Anya. Yes, Nikolai is here; he came home earlier than the two of you. But I think he was not expecting (Name) to come home with you because he got all sulky and went upstairs when he spotted the you two walking onto the driveway.”

At that, Anya smiled at you and went out from under her older brother’s arm. “Heheh, you scared off Nikolai for me, (Name)?”

You walked to her side, a mock-valiant look on your face. “Yes,” you said seriously,” I’m here to protect, my dearest Anya. Let me be your guardian and no one will bring us apart!” You placed a hand over your heart before breaking into a silly giggling fit.

“Of course, (Name), you are my only hero!” Anya sniggered, throwing her arms around your waist to sandwich yourselves together. “My hero!” She said dramatically, resting her head against your chest with a look of exaggerated adoration on her alabaster face. (AN: YES! MY MOMENT OF FEM!RUSSIA AND FEM!READER HAS BEEN ADDED!)

Yuri chuckled at the ridiculousness that was being played out before him. “You two are so silly,” he said with an affectionate tone well-heard in his voice. “But wasn’t there a reason that you both are having this sleep-over in the first place?”

“Yup! Anya and I are pulling an all-night study session for math!” You bounced up and went over to your backpack. Anya giggled again and also went over to her backpack to get out her things. You unpacked your things from your backpack for a night of difficult math problems only eased by the fact that you were going to do them with your best friend in the world. But unbeknownst to you, a certain Belarusian boy had been watching you from a hidden corner in the room from the moment you stepped inside the Braginsky household.

~ (Later that Night) ~

You let out a long yawn.

“Anya, it’s like eleven o’clock.” You said, checking the time on your phone.

She yawned as well and rubbed at her eyes. “I think we’ve stayed up late enough, da? Watched enough movies about sinking ships and aliens?”

You and Anya had done both of your math homework hours ago in her bedroom; it was rather amazing how fast two people finish when they divide and conquered the work. You two had then proceeded to go down into the basement and spend the most of the time watching The Titanic and Cowboys and Aliens on the Braginsky’s Netflix in the entertainment room while chowing down bowls of buttery popcorn and making silly comments throughout each movie (“Jack could’ve went on the door with Rose, that bastard…” “No, he couldn’t have, dumb-ass, he would’ve just made it sink with his weight!”).

“You want to sleep now? I’m almost ready to fall asleep soon…” Anya gestured to the sleeping bags and pile of pillows you two had amassed around the bedrolls. She yawned again, stretching up her arms as she did so that her light pink nightshirt lifted a little to reveal her soft, pale stomach.

“Oh crap!” Your eyes widened as realization penetrated your foggy, sleep-hazed mind. “I forgot to ask my mom to drop off a pair of pajamas to sleep in!”

Anya laughed, albeit sleepily, sounding like the slow and soft tinkling of little bells. “It’s not problem, (Name). Just grab a t-shirt and a pair of shorts from my room, da?”

“You’re the best, Anya!” You beamed at her before standing up. “Be back in a sec, I’ll just change in your room!”

You went briskly up the stairs into the main floor of the home, sparing a quick glance around the area: dark as hell with only sporadically-placed snowman-shaped nightlights to provide a bit of light. Yuri did say he was going to stay the night and was probably already in bed. As for Nikolai…you bit your lip as you continued your way up another flight of stairs to the bedrooms; with any luck, he was also asleep…IN HIS OWN BEDROOM. The last time you had a sleepover here, you and Anya were forced to sleep in the entertainment room because Nikolai had decided to come in her room in the middle of the night and wouldn’t leave. As much as he did make you wonder, Nikolai kind of weirded you out with his obsession with his sister and knives so you would hate to encounter him now in the dark of night.

Finally, you fumbled your way into Anya’s bedroom, not bothering to turn on her lights because you’d already memorized the way it was after spending many afternoons doing homework and sharing secrets on her bed. Anyways, your eyes had already adjusted to the dark by now so when you went over to her dresser, you picked out a light-teal-and-white baseball tee with mid-length sleeves and short, black volleyball shorts. As an afterthought, you reached into the dresser again to pull out a pair of woolen socks, remembering how cold it got sometimes downstairs.

Taking a small breath, you slumped over a bit as you began to change, starting first with your shirt. The air felt cool against your previously-covered torso and you squealed a little at the chill. Now that your top was off, only a lacy lavender bra covered your chest. You were about to remove your bottom when you realized that a pair of azure eyes were staring at your from across the bedroom. A screech of surprise immediately escaped your lips as you frantically put your hands to your chest in a rather pathetic attempt to cover it.

Worse even, those eyes began to advance towards you at an alarming speed. “(Name)!” They hissed. You let out another cry of fear as you backpedaled on shaky legs before tripping backwards onto Anya’s bed. The eyes followed you onto the bedspread until they were mere inches from your own fearful (e/c) eyes.

“N-Nikolai…?!” You rasped out in a trembling voice.

“Why are you here in sister’s room? And changing into her clothes?!” His silvery-blonde hair fell in wisps around his thin face, framing his enraged blue eyes. You felt his bony fingers manacle themselves forcefully around your wrists. “Answer me!” He hissed in a low, angry tenor. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw something that made your stomach turn into a pit of ice: a glint of sharp steel hanging out of his coat pocket.

You were stunned by Nikolai’s rage; never had you been confronted by such deadly resentment…the lividness on his face was full-blown and indubitably sincere. Never once had you doubted his fanatical obsession over his sister and the hatred he probably held for you as Anya’s closet friend, but this was insane! He was straight-up assaulting you! Yet, all you could feel was plain terror instead of righteous fury; this teenager was pure crazy and his authenticity scared you. You had seen him use his knife before when he got irritated at something, the accuracy and precision Nikolai had as he threw them: he never once missed his target, which had usually been the nearest inanimate thing to the person he actually wanted to mutilate. He could probably kill you with his knife before you had one scream out. Your fear that Nikolai would hurt you if you didn’t answer was the only thing that unlocked your frozen vocal cords.

“I-I forgot my own p-pajamas at m-my house,” you choked out. “I w-was just b-borrowing some of An-Anya’s clothes t-to sleep in! Th-that’s all, I s-swear! I h-haven’t even p-put on her cl-clothes yet!” Nikolai’s cobalt eyes narrowed, weighing your words. “L-look at me if you don’t be-believe me, for Pete’s sake!” Your voice was hoarse so your shouting at him was barely above a whisper.

He actually listened, though, and he dropped his furious gaze to scan your body, which made you both relieved and mortified. Relieved, because you didn’t know how much more of that intense staring you could’ve taken but mortified because of the fact that you pretty much gave Nikolai the o-k to ogle your almost-bare top and body. …Not that it should matter much anyway since he’s only after Anya…you thought almost immediately after.

You were instantly broken out of your thoughts when you felt Nikolai’s hand touch your exposed stomach. “Wh-what are you-“You were silenced by the harsh gaze of his eyes, but saw that they had a look of bewilderment to them, baffling you yourself despite your fright. His touch became a grappled hold on your hip that you felt much discomforted by but was too frightened and unable to pull his hand away.

“You’re…you’re not wearing any of dear sister’s clothes…” Nikolai muttered with uncertainty. “Then why…why do you smell just like her…”

“W-what are you-“You began but was cut off by Nikolai putting his face to the crook of your neck in an instantaneous movement. “Ni-Nikolai!” You cried out in alarm.

He ignored you and buried his nose at the junction where your collarbones nearly met, all the while breathing frantically in hot, quick breaths. “…That same…warmth…”

You were horribly aware of his hand sliding up your ribcage as he spoke. He could most likely feel the racing pulse of your steadily accelerating heart beat; what was he going to do to you? Yet, you couldn’t seem to push the boy off your person. Not yet…

His nose was currently gliding up the side of your neck, brushing against the tension line. His other hand that kept your hands pinned was slowly loosening as Nikolai spun further into his mad little trance…”And…that same sweet fragrance…” His breath was fanning over your chest in curls, raising goose bumps on your body. You knew that you would have to break from him at his weakest point lest something very, very bad happened to you.

“So light…floral…gentle like sister dear…” Nikolai’s fingers were ghosting over your breasts, which thankfully were still covered by your bra, but now his nose was just skimming the fine contour of your jaw line and you were almost certain that his lips were purposely touching your chin. But his grip was loosening to the point where you could break free…just a little more…

Nikolai’s face was now over yours and you looked away, for if you looked you would surely be frozen in terror and lose the guts to try and escape his grip. “But…you hate me too…why?” His voice suddenly broke at the end and you felt something warm and wet plip gently on your face. You looked down and saw a single glistening tear on your cheek. Is that a tear…? Surprised, you turned to face him. Nikolai is… crying…?

The guy who was acting like a crazed psychopath only a moment ago was now silently quaking as tears streamed uncontrollably from his face and onto your cheeks. “…just like my own sister I love so much…you hate me just like she does…” His hand completely disappeared from your wrists, now curled into a shaking fist on the headboard of the bed. This was your chance to shove him off yourself and call the fuck for help! But that look on his face… it was pure, heart-stricken sadness and it rended at your sympathetic heartstrings…

Without a single thought, you extended your hand towards him to cup the side of his face, forcing him to look straight at you; all traces of fear had left you, and you were left with a surprising sense of calm compassion. You stared directly into his watery sapphire eyes; never had they looked as striking as the tears kept on flowing from them. Stripped of his scary exterior, you could see Nikolai for what he really was: lonely and sensitive. He was never good at expressing himself, and his inability to do so made him alienated from others. Loneliness had made him cling to the brightest, sweetest thing in his life but pushed him away; his sensitivity shielded by self-put barriers of detachment and hate. And despite what he did and could’ve done to you, you felt bad for him.

“What?” He whispered in a hoarse voice. He took your concentrated staring as one of deep loathing. “You want to hit me now for what I’ve done? Hurt me? Go ahead…I don’t care. Use this. I can’t do anything now.”

You felt a small object pressed into hand; looking down, you saw that Nikolai had given you his own knife to harm him with. You could see it twinkle sickeningly in the dark.

A feeling of disgust passed over you and right away you threw the sharp thing to the floor. “Idiot…” you finally replied. “I don’t hate you…” A look of astonishment came up on Nikolai’s face. You reached up and pulled him into a tight embrace filled with sympathy and feeling.

“Neither does Anya…no one hates you…we might be afraid of you, but that’s only because of that farce you put on. I know you’re lonely; I can see it in your eyes. But it’s time to let go of that clinginess and fear of being alone because you’re not. There are so many people around you that care about you, but you have to let them in first. It’s time to start loving your sister the right way and letting us help you…please, Nikolai…” Tears of emotion began to well up in your own eyes as you held the boy close to you.

His only response to hold you tighter, and you both stayed like that the entire night, just wrapped in each other’s arms.

~ (The Next Morning) ~

You woke up with a start; you had had a strange dream that Nikolai had held you hostage but ended up crying with you having to comfort him…

Then you comprehended a heavy weight was in your arms. Looking down, you saw Nikolai sleeping peacefully in your hold. A small gasp escaped your lips; had all of that really happened last night? Your eyes searched the room surrounding you for confirmation: your top was wrinkled on the floor, the pj’s you never got to change into sitting on the dresser, and you were presently lying on Anya’s bed with her younger brother. Yes, that event had definitely occurred.

Suddenly, Nikolai awoke with a jolt. “(Name)!” He glanced wildly around for a moment before realizing you were there right in front of him. His blue eyes widened. “You actually stayed with me…” His mouth twisted into a small, crooked smile that made your heart unexpectedly race for some reason.

“That’s right, I did.” You smiled and sat up, slowly releasing your hold on him. “I think we should head down and greet Anya and Yuri good morning.” As you spoke, you hurriedly put your top back on, not wanting to be indecent.

Nikolai nodded in agreement, although you could tell he was a bit nervous: he was chewing his bottom lip and wringing his slim fingers together. Could this really be the same Nikolai from yesterday and time ago? You chuckled and slid off the bed.

“C’mon, let’s go, Nikolai.” You entwined your fingers in his, and the two of you made your ways down the stairs, hand in hand.

When you went down to the main floor and entered the kitchen, an expectant Anya was waiting for you at the table, with Yuri cooking something at the stove.

“(Nameeeeee), I can’t believe you just left me downstairs all cold and all by myself-“She whined, but abruptly cut off when she saw Nikolai enter the kitchen as well.

“Oh-” Anya’s face went white and she began to visibly tremble.

You opened your mouth to speak, but immediately shut it, instead looking at Nikolai. He looked back at you apprehensively, but you only nodded.

Hand still in yours, he made a careful step forth and said,” Good morning, sister. I just wanted to tell you that I’m not going to stalk or creep you out anymore.”

Anya’s face became one of shock and relief; Yuri dropped the frying pan in surprise and actually turned around to look at his younger brother.

Nikolai smiled, pleased by their mostly positive reaction, and continued,” Because I love you, Anya. But not the way I used to. I don’t have to love you like that anymore; I want to love you, Yuri, and our parents like a family does. And besides, I have (Name).” He leaned towards you and put his lips to yours.

Your face turned a flaming red; you had absolutely not expected that to come out of Nikolai’s mouth. Regardless, you kissed him back, dropping his hand so you could put your hands on his face as Nikolai wrapped his arms around your waist.

“H-hey!” Yuri had a sweat drop on his forehead. “No more kissing until we’ve all had breakfast!” He jerked his head at the table. “I have eggs and sausage coming!”

You giggled and broke away from Nikolai, who growled quietly at the lost of oral contact. “Behave,” You grinned, grabbing his hand again.

Anya, who had been quiet the entire time, finally spoke up. “Gah, am I going to call a priest for the wedding in here! (Name) and Nikolai kissing in a tree, da? How did this happen in just one night? That I slept through?!” Her face was radiant with laughter and joy. It made you so happy to see your best friend’s apparent approval. “Just don’t try and take (Name) from me, little brother,” she pouted, before giving him a sisterly wink. “I’m still first place in (Name’s) heart!”

He smirked back at her as he took both of your hands. “We’ll see about that, dear sister!”

You only laughed at their absurdity, as did Yuri: who knew one night of math problems with your best friend could lead to not only healing the broken bond between siblings but also getting a sweet and sensitive boyfriend like Nikolai? If one hundred Pre-Cal math problems meant miracles like these, maybe mathematics weren’t so bad after all…










…Ah, who are you kidding? Math still sucks no matter what!
Deuuaaaagh...I had no idea to do with the ending DERP. :iconderpplz: Also, the title of this fanfic! I had no idea for that either XD. Also, I just put the translations in parenthesis right after the words because I think it's annoying if you have to switch between the story and description just to see the translations. Sorry if it's translated wrong... (google translate is a fail) BTW, the "AN" in the beginning is just my author's note :3


...Omg, Male!Belarus :iconmalebelarusplz: ...he's adorbzy :iconhurrhurrplz: (I'm so sorry so writing this mediocre piece of reader insert... :iconlazycryplz:)

Hetalia belongs to Hidekazu Himaruya :iconhimaruyaplz:
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Your touch, your ways
Leave me dumb without reason
Your love, my cage
My prison so pleasing
I spend my days
Tangled in thoughts of you
Stuck in this place
Resigned to be your fool

I thirst no longer
Drenching my soul
Pour out like water

You're my only infatuation
Don't leave me stranded
In my obsession

-Skillet My Obsession

"Please Belarus go away!" you shouted hiding behind you locked front door.
You could hear his nails scraping away at the wood of the door. It was only a matter of time before your Belarusian stalker got through the barrier between the two of you, "Niama!" [No] he shouted, "Come out _________, let's become one!"
Letting out a slight whimper you unconsciously gripped the knife in your hand tighter as you tried to get further and further into the corner. "Please…please make it stop."
"________, this nasty door that is separating us is almost gone," with a loud crack the door flew off its hinges and there he stood. Nikolai Arlofsky; personification of Belarus, he was brother to Russia and Ukraine, and your unrelenting stalker. "Come ___________," he said with an almost mad grin, "let's become one…"
You shrunk farther into the corner, "No…"
"Come on ____________. Marry me. Marry me. Marry me. Marry me. Marry me," he chanted.
"No!" you shouted pointing your knife at him, tears running down your eyes, "Belarus, go away!"
His expression of creepy delirious joy faltered slightly. "Don't you love me ___________."
You were too scared to blush. Months ago you had told your friend Dmitri, and Nikolai's brother, about your crush. I guess there was a leak.  Still scared you nodded.
A broad smile spread across his face, "Good, no problem. We can get mari-."
"No!" You shouted interrupting him. "Belar-."
Belarus let out a scream of anger, "Don't call me that! I have told you to call me by my human name!"
"Nik, you don't love me. Remember, Ivan, your beloved big brother?"
Another scream emanated from the blonde Belarusian male, "NO! I love you _________! You. Not big brother. Not anyone. And…and you must love me too!" He ran over to you and took the knife from you, "Please ___________." You could see the tears in his eyes, Nikolai never cried and never said 'please'. "Just love me…" He collapsed, sobbing, on your lap.
Hesitantly you put your hand on his head. Carefully running your fingers through his hair
"Please, love me," he whimpered into the fabric of your skirt, "I need you so much."
"Nik, I…" you couldn't say it. You couldn't say you loved him, no matter how much you knew you would mean it, what would happen if you were to say it? He would just try and get you to marry him again, and as much as you loved him you were simply not ready for that. "I'm just your new obsession. In a few days, just watch, you'll be chasing Ivan again." You smiled like you were trying to comfort him rather than yourself, "Like none of this ever happened."
"No," he pouted like a three year old being denied something he wanted, "I don't love Ivan like I love you." His wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned in close to you lips. "Dmitri told me a week before I started chasing you. I made sure that I wanted you and," He kissed you gently, "I'm sure I want you."
Now your cheeks finally decided to turn red, "R-Really?"
He nodded, "Dy." [yes]. Then there was silence as you studied his blue eyes. He watched your (e/c) eyes with a sense of hope. "So you will marry me ____________?"
You shook your head and you could feel his grip around your waist tighten to keep you from leaving him, "But, I will go on a date with you."
"A…date?" His head tilted at the most adorable angle.
"Yes, a date," you said, "It's either that or nothing. Take your pick Mr. Arlofsky."
"A date," he shouted choosing. After he calmed down he said, "And then we get married."
Because the world needs more Nyo!Belarus...and he is also really really hot. Anyone who agrees with me?


This is also for :iconreireika-chan:'s contest. This is my first time ever entering a contest so I hope I do well. :)

The picture is NOT mine. I found it on Google.
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Nikolai was chewing on his thumbnail fretfully, his gaze directed at the reason for his distress. Lying on the bed in front of which he was sitting, was you. Your face was flushed and your breaths came in short wheezes as you did your best to find a way to sleep. Breathing through your nose was out of the question however as it was clogged up severely.

The conundrum Nikolai was beating himself up over was this; should he take you to the doctor or not?

It should have been a simple enough question for anyone other than the Belarusian and after half an hour of thinking it over he still hadn’t gotten an answer.

If I do take her there, you’ll get better sooner... Nikolai listed, frowning when you gasped and went into a particularly bad coughing fit. He sat you up against his chest, letting you cough it out until you lay trembling in his arms.

But if I do, the doctor will see you like this.

Tightening his arms around you, he buried his face into your neck.

And I don’t want anyone else to see you when you’re this adorable.

Your hot body and flushed expression were enough to drive him crazy and he certainly wasn’t allowing anyone else see you in the adorable state you were in. It sounded weird, but as sick as you were, he simply couldn’t bring himself to take you to the doctor’s.
And the doctor might see your chest.

That was what was stopping Nikolai from going there as well. He also didn’t want to go as you’d practically begged him to not take you there. You hated doctor’s waiting rooms the most; it was like you could almost feel the germs in the air and every breath you took would only make you more ill than you originally were.

You snuggled up to him, closing your tired eyes in bliss as his heartbeat started to rock you to sleep. Seeing you fall asleep, he rubbed circles on your back, hoping to soothe the pain that shot through your body each time you started to cough.

He was merely repeating what his brother and sister did when he used to get sick and he hoped he was doing it properly. She’s just too cute for words. He thought, holding himself back. If he wasn’t careful he was going to pounce you.

“N-Nik?” He snapped out of his daydream instantly, the coarse sound of your voice bringing him back. “I’m right here.” He murmured back, using his hand to wipe your forehead of your sweaty hair. You gripped the hem of his sleeve, cuddling up to him.

“I know you are.” You said with a weak chuckle. No matter how cute you were, Nikolai still felt pained knowing you weren’t feeling good. “Is there anything I can do?” He asked, his sapphire eyes pleading for something he could do to make you feel even just the slightest bit better.

“Just.... stay with me, please?” He blushed at your sweet demand and ruffled your hair gently. “I was going to do that regardless.”

Tilting your head to the side, you laughed freely though another coughing fit cut you short. “I’ll be fine.” You muttered, waving him away. A short sigh escaped his lips and he rolled onto his stomach, cushioning you back in bed.

“I’ll be right here, so get some rest, ‘kay?” Nodding already drowsily, you let your eyelids droop closed, nuzzling into the hand you were still holding onto.

Nikolai stroked your face gently, leaning down to kiss your lips briefly. He knew he’d never get enough of that sleeping face of yours.
This is an entry for this competition: [link]

And I haven't had enough of Nik lately ;3;

Please enjoy and tell me what you think, feedback is as always appreciated!
And if you want to have a hand in deciding which character and plot is used, please vote in the poll!
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"A…A…Achoo!" you sneezed for the umpteenth time that day. This was all Belarus's fault. If he wasn't so obsessed with his older brother you wouldn't be in state.
You had decided to visit Russia one day; too bad Belarus decided to visit as well. So you and Ivan hid outside in the snow to avoid Nikolai. Now you were sick, Ivan was too. But he had the three Baltics to help him, you had no one.
Miss Ukraine came over three days ago to help you out, but that was it. You were on your own.
There was a knock at the door, "___________."
"Who is it?"
"It's Belarus…"
You shivered. But still you answered the door. The silver blonde boy stood there, cheeks slightly red, with a pot of something, 'Hey Nik, how are you?" You turned to the side and sneezed.
"Fine," he pushed past you and walk directly towards your kitchen. Shrugging you attempted to follow him. But once his arms were relieved of the pot he scooped you up and dropped you on the couch. "You sleep." He ordered.
"Bu-."
He leaned down and pushed you down so you were on your back. Taking the blanket he draped it over you, "you sleep, I'm going to take care of you."
You gulped at his serious tone, nodding you closed your eyes and tried to go to sleep. You weren't sure if it was the flu, but you could have sworn you felt a pair of lips brush your forehead.
Hours later you woke up to Nikolai bringing you some soup. "Eat."
"O-Ok," you stuttered taking the bowl. He placed it out of your reach and started to feed you.
"Eat."
"N-Nik, not that I'm objecting or anything, but why are you helping me?"
"You're sick."
You nodded, "Yes, but so is Ivan."
Belarus shrugged, "so?"
"D-don't you want to help your big brother?"
"Why?"
"You love him don't you?"
He shook his head, "No."
This made you mad. You had gotten sick because of his obsession with Ivan. "WHAT?"
"I love you,' he said. "I'm sorry you got sick because of me.' He leaned forward and placed his lips on your forehead.
"N-Nik…I."
"Marry me, marry me, marry me, marry me, marry me, marry-."
You placed your lips on his cheek and giggled, "Ok."
He turned bright red.
"But after I'm better ok?"
He nodded and shoved a spoonful of soup towards your face, "Eat."
Thank God for Google images because I can't draw! And as you can probably tell, the picture is not mine. I found it on the glorious Google!

I wrote this mostly in honor of the change in season...in other words I'm sick and bored so this came out of my brain.

Pray for me I have an audition Monday to sing and play piano in my church's youth group!!
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"___________...__________ are you even listening to me?" your friend/crush asked.
You nodded almost automatically. It was so hard to pay attention when he was looking at/talking to/or even being near you. It was so hard to not attack him with a hug because you had the biggest crush on him. Only problem was that he was completely oblivious. The only person he talked about was his sister. He even told you at one point when he was younger he wanted to marry his sister.
"Then what was I just saying?" he asked crossing his arms.
Franticly you searched your memory, "Ummm…fall dance?"
Nikolai huffed, but nodded, "Are you going with anyone?"
You shook your head, "No…no one has asked me yet so I'll probably just stay home and do what I do every year."
"Watch (favorite romantic movie) until you start crying?"
"Yeah," you sighed, "what about you?"
"I'm going with my sister and brother." He smiled, oh God he smiled again you lost track of what he was saying. "You should come with me…"
You nodded, "Sure…"
He patted your head and stood up, "You don't have any dress so I'll take you shopping ok?"
Again an automatic nod. "Sure. Wait…what?"
"Let's go _________," Nik said dragging you to a store.
"B-but I look awful in dresses!" you protested.
"Well you're not wearing a tux," he said.
You grumbled as you picked out a (favorite color) dress and tried it on in the dressing room.
"_________, let me see," said Nikolai.
"No!" you shouted, "there's no way I'm wearing this thing longer than I have to. It fits so I'm done." You walked out in your regular clothes. "There I have a stupid dress are you happy now?"
Nikolai pouted, but drove you home.
"Thanks for hanging out with me Nik, I had a great time," you said giving him a hug. But he stopped you and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek. Turning bright red you stuttered, "S-see you later."
With that you ran into your house.
The Belarusian groaned at his stupidity, why couldn't he just muster the courage to move a few centimeters to the right?

Time skip to the dance.

"Come on __________ we're going to be late!"
"But I look terrible!"
Nikolai finally managed to open the door and saw you, his jaw dropped. "_-___________?"
You shouted at him, "I know I look bad, you can just stop staring now!"
"N-No," he shook his head and walked over to you. Taking you in his arms he kissed you, "You're beautiful…"
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"… And they say that he still wanders the halls of the abandoned school at night…. calling out for someone to love. 'Love me…. Love me….' And then… If he catches you…"

"What?!" you screamed, hands clenched tightly around the fuzzy red blanket. "What happens then?!"

"Well… I don't know if I should tell you." Nikolai said, smirking slightly, "Might scare you…"

"TELL ME!" you cried, "Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me!"

"Alright, alright! Okay… So, if he catches you… if he catches you he…"

"HE DOES WHAT?!"

"He rips your still beating heart out of your chest… AND HE EATS IT!" Nikolai finished in a frightening tone, purple eyes glinting evilly in the low lamplight.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" You shrieked, hands scrambling at your blanket, holding it close to you for comfort.

"Well, goodnight, дорогая." Nikolai kissed your forehead lightly, sailing quietly into your bedroom and conking out immediately on the big, squishy mattress.

You sat there on the couch, trembling with fear for long minutes before finally being able to tiptoe off to bed.

'This is the last time I ask Nikolai to tell me a story before I go to sleep…' you thought to yourself, (e/c) eyes darting around the room, terrified.

When you had gotten into bed, you snaked an arm around your sleeping boyfriend, hugging him close for comfort. 'It's all okay, _______...' you told yourself, 'Nothing's going to get you…'

Finally you drifted off, with the help of Nikolai's comforting warm body beside you.

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You woke to the sound of a faint, steady thudding in the other room.

"N-Nikolai…?" you murmured, "Is that you?" You looked over beside you to see your boyfriend with his back to you, snoozing soundly.

But there it was again… Thud… Thud… Thud.

You rubbed your eyes and threw the covers off you, getting out of bed to go investigate. You followed the noise through the living room and into the kitchen, clock on the oven giving the whole place an eerie glow.

Thud… Thud… Thud.

The noise continued, echoing through the house. It sounded like… footsteps.

"Nikolai?" you called again. "Are you there?"

Thud… Thud… Thud.

And then… you could hear it… a soft sound on the edge of your hearing.

"Love…" it went, "Love… me… Love me…"

You backed slowly towards the kitchen counter, grabbing a frying pan up from where you had left it in the sink. "Who's there?" you asked, hoping against hope there would be no answer.

"Love me… Looooove me…." The voice sounded strained and warped, as if it came from far away… but it was getting closer. "Love me…"

'They say that he still wanders the halls of the abandoned school at night…. calling out for someone to love.' Nikolai's words rang in your head.

"Love me."

It sounded close this time. Too close… You could see something moving in the living room, a large shape, shuffling across the floor with slow, steady steps. Thud… Thud… Thud.
You brandished your frying pan, biting your lip nervously, "Stay back!" you warned, immediately regretting it. Now the thing knew where you were!

It turned gradually towards you, "Love me…" it moaned mournfully, walking ever so slowly into the kitchen.

"I SAID BACK!" you screamed shrilly.

'How is Nikolai not hearing this?!'

The thing outstretched its arm towards you, continuing its chant, "Love me… Love me…"

'Oh God… It's going to rip my heart out of my chest!' you thought, aforementioned heart beating faster and faster.

And then it was right in front of you, long bony fingers clawing at you… So you did the only reasonable thing. You smacked it as hard as you could with the large cast iron frying pan.

WHAM! It hit the ground, skidding across the floor.

"святой ад!" someone swore… someone lying on the ground a few feet away from you.

"Nikolai!" you cried, "Nikolai, is it you?"

"Yes it's me! Ow! That really hurt…" the Belarusian stood, rubbing his hooded head.

"Don't ever scare me like that again!" you rushed into his arms, hugging him tightly, heart still threatening to beat its way out of your chest.

"I don't plan to…. You have quite an arm on you, ______." He hugged you back, burying his long nose in your hair.

"Why would you do something like that? Scared me half to death!"

"I…" Nikolai trailed off, seeming at a loss for words until he muttered sheepishly, "When you're scared you hug me more…"


You shook your head, sighing. Quite frankly you were used to this behavior but there was one thing that was bothering you, "Wait… If it was you wandering around the house, who was in the bed?"

Nikolai took your hand, leading you into the bedroom and flicking on the light, "Look…" he said, throwing back the covers to reveal a couple pillows stacked up together and a basketball lying near the headboard, "You're easily tricked when you're tired…" he snickered.

"Hey! Am not…" you punched Nikolai on the arm, glaring at him.

"Whatever you say…" Nikolai rolled his eyes, shoving the pillows off his side of the bed and hopping on, looking at you expectantly.

You sighed, climbing in after him and snuggling up to his side, "Well, you were right about one thing… Being scared really does make me cuddly." You kissed him gently on the lips, wrapping an arm around his neck.

The light bulb flickered and went out, making you shriek and push yourself close to Nikolai.

"What was that?!"

"I-I don't know… It wasn't me this time!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
This is a request from :iconatomic-crayon: for a Male!BelarusxReader....

I chose the creepy theme myself. It just seems like something Belarus would do.... scare the hell out of someone for love.

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"__________~," a silky voice called out your name. "Come out…I need to talk to you."
You shook slightly from your hiding place in the science closet. For the past few weeks you had been hanging out with the new kid in the class above yours. Ivan was really nice and surprisingly gentle. You liked hanging out with him. "Someone please…help me…"
What you didn't know about Ivan was that his younger brother, Nikolai, was obsessive and tended to run off people that got too close to his family.
The voice giggled, "I found you…" The door flew open and there stood Nikolai smiling like you were something to eat. He crouched down and reached out to touch you.
"Eek," you let out a small noise as you flinched from his touch. Nikolai stopped for a few seconds as he realized your movements. Then with a snarl he lunged his hand forward and grabbed you by the back of your neck.
"I finally found you _________," he pulled you to him and with his other hand gently touched your cheek with his gloved hand. "My sweet, sweet ___________. You and I have to talk about your relationship with my brother…"
You started to cry, he was going to make you leave Ivan. You really liked him too; Ivan protected you from the bullies and was so sweet to you.
"Don't cry ___________," he smiled, "you had to know this conversation was coming."
You nodded.
"Good, now you aren't allowed to hang out with Ivan, at all…understand?"
You nodded, "Yes…"
He released his grip on the back of your neck and leaned back a bit to survey your appearance. "Good girl…now let's go."

Two days later…

"________, do you want to hang out after school?" Alfred asked.
You nodded, "Sure Al, I'll meet you by the bleachers after school. Ok?"
He laughed, "Sure thing!"
You giggled and turned around to leave, only to meet a wall of person.
"__________," it was Nikolai.
You shook, "I-I've been staying away from Ivan like you said."
Nikolai glared behind you where Alfred once was. "I know, now I realize what a mistake that was. At least big brother knows not to make a move on you. I changed my mind, now you're only allowed to spend time with big brother Ivan, big brother Dmitri, or me. Got it?"
"B-But why?"
He smiled and grabbed your chin practically forcing you to kiss him, after her let go of your lips and chin he said huskily in your ear, "Because I love you and you're mine…"
Hope you all had a very Merry Christmas.
If any of you want a sequel just comment bellow and tell me 'cause personally I think there can be a lot more to this story.

As always this picture isn't mine, I found it on the AWESOME Google.

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Male!BelarusXReader: Not scared of you

"Marry me!" you heard someone say from the living room. You were invited over to your friend's house and when you entered you heard glass shattering and something like a door being torn down. You got deeply worried for your friend Anya as the Russian women ran past you at top speed, crying.

"Leave me alone!" she said.

"You know you want too!" a male said walking out of the living room. Your eyes widen as you stare at the tall handsome man. He looked very strong and intimidating. His violet eyes glowing brightly. His eyes changed to you and his eye's narrowed.

"Who are you?" he hissed anger and annoyance in his voice. You stood there with your hands in front of you and with a stoic expression. You weren't fazed at all with his tone.

"Hn," you said taking off your gloves and put them in your coat pocket and held out a hand at him. "My name is ________  ________  I'm Anya's friend," you said. The man had a look of surprise for a moment before looking like he was before.

"Nikolai. Nikolai Braginski," the dark blonde haired man said and shook your hand a little to hard but you didn't mind it.

"You must be Anya's brother I heard a lot about you from Anya and your older brother Dmitri," you said.

"________!" Anya said poking her head out and then eyeing the two hands that were holding. "It's good to see you!" she said a bit scared. You raised an eyebrow at the women. She never acted like this around you. Then you suddenly remembered something.

"So this is the creepy brother of hers," you thought and pull your hand away from Nikolai while he did the same.

"I'm sorry ________ but I should go to the store and get some vodka it seems I ran out treat yourself to anything in the kitchen!" Anya said and ran out the door before you could say anything. You sighed.

"What's your relationship with my sister?" Nikolai suddenly asked.

"What?" you said.

"You heard me now answer my question," he said in a deadly voice and approaching you. You saw something sharp in his hand.

"I am just a friend of hers….you could say we are almost like sisters," you said and looked at him dead in the eye. You could see he tried to muster the scariest face he could. You chuckled which surprised him.

"What are you laughing at?" Nikolai asked him.

"Nothing," you answered and decided to go into the living room. Quietly he followed, observing your every move with his violet eye, showing interest.

"Aren't you scared of me?" Nikolai asked. You looked at him.

"No," you said.

"Why not! Haven't you heard what people say about me?" Nikolai said finally showing the knife in his hand. You didn't take your eyes off of his.

"Yes," you said and stood in the middle of the room. "But that doesn't scare me." Nikolai narrowed his eyes at you and came closer and closer. You stayed put getting a little nervous on the inside although you didn't show it on the outside. His knife was pressed up to your neck and his face dangerously close to yours.

"How about now?" Nikolai said into your ear. You bit the bottom of your lip as it wouldn't stop trembling.

"N-no," you manage to say. You felt one of his arms wrap around you and brought you closer. You felt his lips brush against your neck as he kissed it lightly. You shivered under his touch.

"Then how come your stuttering __________," he said in a low voice and looked up. Both your noses touching now and your eyes locked together.

"I-I was just.." you said and then trailed off. You closed your eyes and stood on the tip of your toes and your lips brushed up against his. A small 'hm' escaped Nikolai in surprise as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You didn't know what you were doing. Your brain screaming at you saying that this was it this is how your life will end. But instead of being pushed away or feeling the blade against your neck slice you. The said blade was off of your neck and dropped on to the floor and his lips responding yours. "H-he's kissing back!" you thought. You wanted to break the kiss but when you tried his hands grabbed your head gently and his tongue entered your mouth without permission. You let out a small moan as his tongue danced with yours in a slow rhythm. After what seemed like forever he finally pulled away. You could see a small tinge of pink across his cheeks. But you knew he wasn't the only one.

"Not bad," he said and smirked. You were blushing badly but you had your stoic expression on you again.

"Shut up," you said and pulled away from his fixing yourself. He chuckled.

"Your different ________," he said, "I like that." Your eyes widen. "Would you like to marry me?" he suddenly asked.

"But I just meet you!" you said your hands on your hips.
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"Why? Why?! Why do you believe that there is something good within me?!" Nikolai yelled, his purple coloured eyes glaring at the (e/c) of the female. The female showed no signs of fear, not even a wince, at his anger. Any sane person would have run away but not her. Alfred, her best friend, was a good ten feet away, praying for her safety.

"You're just misunderstood. I know you care for Anya and you're willing to protect her. I respect that but you have to give your sister some space," her usually cheerful voice was emotionless, her eyes staring, not at his eyes, but at his soul. Her phone beep, the alarm she set for her part-time job. With a sigh she turned on her heels and walked away.

"WHY DO YOU CARE ANYWAY!?" Nikolai yelled, pulling out a dagger from his gray jacket. (name) stopped, turning her head to look over her shoulder.

"Cause.. I like you Nikolai.. You're... loyal to the ones you love.." she looked forward and continued "Hard to find someone like that these days," a small smile grew on her face, a tinge of sadness in both her eyes and words. She shook her head and resumed walking. "Hide that dagger before the school guard sees.. You'll be in trouble again,"

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"Ni...ko...lai.." (name)'s voice sounded weak. Nikolai tried to follow it but he couldn't see a thing. Everything was pitch black around him.

"(name)? (NAME)?!" Nikolai yelled, his voice resounding in the seemingly empty space. Red. Red splattered across him, covering him in the metalic substance. "w...w-wha-?" Nikolai looked down on his hands to find his dagger covered in blood, along with the rest of his clothing. Screaming? (NAME)! He ran towards your voice.

"Nikolai... w...-why?" purple met (e/c). Nikolai's eyes widened at the sight in front of him. (name)'s body was limp against the wall, her whole body covered in cuts and bruises. Her breathing came out as short pants and gasps. Her (e/c) eyes only reflecting pain and anger. What scared him was the injuries she sustained was caused by his own dagger.

"Do you enjoy it~?" A sing song voice said from beside him. He turns around to find a look alike of him. The only difference was, the look-alike had black wings sprouting from his back.

"W-who are you?!" He yelled. The look-alike chuckled.

"Why, I'm you~ I'm Nikolai" 'Nikolai' smirked, his eyes glinting evilly. "and you killed your own love~" he laughed.

Nikolai woke up in cold sweat. He frantically searched for the female that he knew would be there for him. Finally feeling the soft material of her nightgown, Nikolai sigh in relief and wrapped his arms around (name). He buried his nose in her (h/l)(h/c) hair and inhaled her scent, one that always made him calm.

"Nikolai...?" his eyes flew open as he felt soft, feminine fingers grasp his arm. The female turns around in his arms and held his face in her hands. "Are you okay? You're sweating," the concern in her (e/c) eyes were visible even in the moonlit room. A small smile made it's way on Nikolai's lips as he envelopes the female in a hug.

"I'm... fine.." his words betrayed how he felt inside. In truth, he was scared, his heart aches as he tries to hold back the tears. He wanted to tell her everything but he had to be strong as to not worry her. (name)'s hand combed his platinum blonde hair, soothing him a little.

"I know you're not.. now tell me what's wrong?" her melodic voice whispered. The plead was enough to make Nikolai cry and tell her everything. (name) was the only one to see past his cold exterior and Nikolai treasured her. More than anyone ever would. His crying turned to sobs as he continued to hug (Name), his face in her shoulder. Her hand didn't stop combing through his hair while the other rub soothing circles on his back.

"(N-Name)..JA liubliu ciabie (I love you).. Please don't leave me.. please.." his hold on (name) tightens as another wave of tears formed in his eyes.

"I'd never leave you, Nik... You know that.. and I love you too," Nikolai looks up to her (e/c) eyes and wiped his tears away. Pecking his lips, (name) pulled the blanket over them and slowly fell asleep with Nikolai in her arms.
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You were scared today and were currently hiding in the back of your closet. Why? Well it's your birthday. Now most people wouldn't be hiding in their closets on such a special day, but you happened to share your birthday with the one and only Nikolai aka Belarus. You were scared of the tall man who had an obsession with his sister. Seeing how many more people remembered today as you birthday, well that left Nikolai very, very, very angry. Which left you hiding in your home hoping he wouldn't come after you.

You woke up that day quite happy actually, until you got a call from N. Italy saying happy birthday. You flung the phone back to its stand and ran to your closet and since then have yet to come out.

The phone rang a couple of times and messages from people wishing you a happy birthday were left to the answering machine. You decided it would be safe to get a small snack from your fridge. Stepping out of the closet (a/n: lol! You came out of the closet //shot) you looked around making sure it was safe and proceeded to walk out cautiously.

When you made it to the kitchen you out a sigh of relief. You started rummaging through your fridge trying to find something decent to snack on. Then you heard footsteps. You shrieked and ran to the hallway closet and slammed it shut. You huddled in a corner shivering more than the baltics, and that's saying something.

The door opened slowly and you shut your eyes.
"Like (name) what are you like doing in the closet? And still in you like pj's." Poland said. You let out a sigh of relief and then noticed he had a bag of ingrediants
"oh hey Feliks. I thought you were Nikolai. What's in the bag?" you asked getting out of the closet (a/n: pfft out of the closet //shot)
"Oh yeah, it's his birthday too huh? Well I like thought it would be awesome if we baked a cake together." He said cheerily dragging you to the kitchen.

The two of you proceeded to make a cake and a huge mess in the kitchen.
"Hey like after we clean up you want to hit the mall?" He asked.
"I can't. You know what will happen if Nikolai found me. I'd have his knives in me." You said putting the cake in the oven.
"Or maybe you want one of his knives in you." Feliks said with a wink.
"Oh god Feliks!" You said and smacked him with a cleaning rag.

The two of you quickly cleaned up and ended up watching korean soap operas.
"Hey Feliks, do you even understand korean?" You asked as it started.
"Nope, can you?" He asked.
"Nope." You said and then you both broke out laughing.

The cake was soon done and the two of you decorated it. It turned out to be a mess of pink and (f/c), but still tasted delicouse as the two of you ate it.

Soo n Feliks left saying he had to go find Lithuania and take him some cake. You sighed in relief as the day was almost over and Nikolai had yet to come and attack you. You sat down on your sofa with a piece of cake and watched some random show.

Then you heard a creaking noise. You got up and looked around but saw no one. You went back to the sofa only to find Nikolai sitting there eating your cake. He looked at you and smirked.
"Hello (name)." He said with a smirk, a knife in his other hand.
"What do you want?" You asked, your body visibly shaking.
"Oh I just came to say Happy Birthday. I called earlier but no one answered." He said getting off the couch and stepping towards you. You stepped away from him and too soon he had you pinned to the wall.
"I didn't hear it." You said.
"Oh really, or were you hiding in your closet?" He asked in your ear. You were shocked. Had he been watching you all day?
"Happy Birthday (name)." he said with a devious smirk and leaned down and stole a kiss. You were too shocked. He was kissing you!!!! For pete's sake! What were you to do?!?!?!?! Well you fainted...

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You woke up the next morning in your bed. The events of last night fresh in your head. You looked around and wondered if he was still watching you. On your nightstand there was a note.

Dear (name),

Maybe next time we can celebrate together.

-Nikolai

P.S: One day you will be mine

It was safe to say you were a bit freaked out and flattered at the same time, oh Nikolai
Happy birthday to :iconkoneko-girl10:
She shares a birthday with Belarus so this is what I ended up writing, before you ask I was hocked up on some coffee while writing this.

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