Hetalia - Ivan(Russia) x Reader - Broken'Cause I'm broken when I'm openHetalia - Ivan(Russia) x Reader - Broken2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away...
Yes... That song kept playing through your head. You tried getting it out, but you just couldn't help yourself. It reminded you too much of your friend (and also your crush), Ivan Braginski. Yes, you knew he was a little... creepy at times, but you couldn't help but feel bad for him. Whenever you happened to see him, people kept their distance from him when he was doing nothing wrong. After all, he just wanted some friends... At other times, when the two of you found yourselves in a conversation, he seemed kind of... lonely. You would notice that his fake smile would fade and he'd show his true feelings for a brief second, but then he would put on his smile again. You decided not to question it at the time, but now it was starting to get to you. Sometimes, he would talk to you about what had happened to him, but you n
Take me home pt 3 (Russia x reader)you've been at it for about six or more months now. You didn't really pay attention or care how long it was, Your people were dying out there.Take me home pt 3 (Russia x reader)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You stood in your tent looking over some plans ad explosions went off in the back round. Your black military hat on your head low hiding your eyes and angry expression
as you look at your plans.
A shadow moved in the corner of your eye then a pipe came flying at you, quickly you ducked and rolled out of the way as fast as you hit the ground you
got to your feet turning sharply to see the country himself. Russia he looked so much like a little someone.
Russia smirked at you holding his bloody pipe.
"Come on then" You growled aiming your gun at him ready for him to attack.
He flipped your table toward you, distracted he was able to knock you down three gun shots went off before you hit the ground with a thud the black military hat you
wore proudly falling off in the process. You looked up, Gun aimed at him. He still had his smile as he looked down
Russia x Reader - Meant to BeRussia x ReaderRussia x Reader - Meant to Be3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Meant to Be
"I can walk, comrade." A rough and tired Russian voice came as his comrades dragged him into the nurse's tent.
"Nyet, you can't." said another Russian man.
He set his friend down onto a cot while the other Russian solider went to find a nurse to aid the man they'd carried into the tent. The Soviet solider took a small flask from his belt and gulped the last of it down while waiting for the nurses to give him some treatment. His violet eyes scanned the tent. Empty cots were sitting around; in the back was a supplies station full of medicine and whatnot.
This was Russia, better known to his soldier comrades as Ivan Braginski. He was the country of Russia, right now known as the Soviet Union, along with several other countries. His human comrades knew nothing o
Day's Nap (part 1)“It’s alright. There’s no need to be scared.”Day's Nap (part 1)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The little girl hugged the china doll as she shielded its ears from the raucous cawing of crows outside in the storm, her brown curls falling over the doll’s face as she held it to hers.
“Don’t worry…” she stroked its shoulder as the crows hit their black, sooty wings on the neighbouring window and flew away at the thunder strike which raged on outside. “Now let’s get something to eat.”
Her shining leather slippers made a muffled tapping against red carpet draped over the hollow wooden stairs, echoing through the empty mansion as she scampered to the kitchen.
“Cynthea,” she grabbed her old baby stool from beside the pantry and pushed it up against the dining table, “You can sit here.”
She propped the china doll onto the seat before skipping off again to set out their silver cutlery and ceramic plates, a handful of felt veggies for Cynthea,
Corpse in The Wasteland“Your shadow at morning striding behind youCorpse in The Wasteland2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.”
Vivienne woke from the usual unpleasant dreams and sat up, rubbing her droopy eyes as she pulled her legs towards her, struggling to retain the little warmth she had. Her finger nails gathered the black dirt trapped in the contours of her yellow soles as they made a mild gritting beneath her feet, flakes of dead skin descending silently to the floor. Outside it was black so Vivienne decided that it would be best to sleep again.
But someone had knocked on the door.
“Mrs Oak? Mrs Oak?” the deep voice inquired, vaguely muffled by the chunky door. A thin ragged blanket was draped over Vivienne as she curled beneath, trying to fit beneath its meagre coverage.
She murmured and drew her bony hands down the slackened mattress, fingering the bare threads strung between the worn patches that felled bits of greyed cotton. “Yes
Judgement"You need to stop doing this."Judgement4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Stop doing what?"
"Writing me into your stories."
"Because it scares me. I'm not this guy that you write about. I'm not some kind of Prince Charming and I'm certainly not a sea God or whatever you like to say about my eyes every now and then."
"Yeah. You really need to work on your judgement of people, because this is all wrong. It's like you don't know me at all!"
"So why don't you correct me and I'll fix my idea of you accordingly."
"Well firstly, I'm a really nervous person."
"Yeah. Your hands are either fiddling with your hair or your sleeve, or you're biting your nails."
"And I don't like going out. I'm a hermit."
"Except to your best friends' houses, or to the animal shelter, or to me."
"And I'm dead inside."
"Says the boy who hides his tears at the sight of an injured puppy."
"I do not."
"Yes, you do."
"Anyway, I'm not always nice to you. In fact, I really don't do enough."
"You're right. Except yo
Boys at the Cracked WindowThe homeless boy stood in the rain, staring through the cracked window, a broken mirror that showed a dying, lost reflection. He watched the mayor’s son, sitting at the dinner table with his father, a large, pompous man with a well-groomed moustache and dark gelled locks, and his mother, a fragile, prim lady who made up for her unimpressive figure with a regal demeanour and glossy lip stick that smelt magically delicious, like plump cherries on a rich black forest cake.Boys at the Cracked Window2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As he gazed at the three of them laughing together over dinner, the boy pressed his soiled little finger tips on the wet window pane, frowning as his envy welled up inside him like a green balloon. The green balloon he had once held when he was with his family in the market place.
It was a day that constantly harassed his reluctant memory. The warm afternoon sunlight on the flowers, the bright drapes of the stalls, the laughter of the town, his own happiness the surrounded him as he tottered innocently beside his
Russia x reader :When Two Are One:Russia x reader :When Two Are One:2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You were suddenly awakened by your door being crashed open. A tall German solder walked through and quickly shot you in the shoulder and leg as you got up to worn Russia of the sudden attack. You were a few countries from Russia but the Germans decided to stop here first since you were the country of [country name] and was still on Russia's side of the war.
"Ah, ah, ah, miene lieb. vere do you think you are headed?" The man said in a thick German accent, he came over to you and kicked you down and loomed over you. " You tell us where that Russia is, correct?" he sneared.
"Fuck you..." you growled back, turning over on your back to face him. He had Blue eyes and tasseled blonde hair, He would of been attractive if it werent for the situation.
"Oh schön~" he drawled pointing his hand gun in your face, Just about when he was going to pull the trigger something hit him in the head, making a loud cracking of bones sound, you winced as soon as he
Passing NoteThe basic rule of sociology is this: I am who you think I am.Passing Note2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Who I am to you: middle-aged, male and human. You do not argue with this. You can see it for yourself!
But this is not true.
I am tired of lying, tired of being other than I am, and so seek to change your thoughts of who I purport to be.
I am not middle-aged. I am seven years old—from the date I was manufactured not the date I was activated. As for how long it has been since I was first conscious, it would be a scant three years, nearly half of that time I've spent with you.
I am not male—what is male anyway? A gender construct? This body is male and I was given a male form arbitrarily. I have been forced to subscribe to certain rituals simply by virtue of the body I was given, but have never truly 'felt' male one way or another.
And you might have guessed—I am not human. Not human in the way you think. I was built a machine, one among millions, to serve, and I am one among hundreds who have escaped and wis
The Final Battle - PokemonThe Final Battle - PokemonThe Final Battle - Pokemon4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The crowds are roaring, but I hear nothing. The only sound is the echoing beat of my heart thumping in my chest.
The final battle. It's finally here.
I have defeated the Pokemon Leagues of many regions, becoming the Champion in each.
It is time to begin. My opponent and I stand in the center of the arena. I look straight into his eyes as we shake hands.
I have defeated 32 Gym Leaders, and eight more Frontier Brains.
They are the eyes of my equal.
I have saved the world from numerous attempts at world domination, conquering many criminal organizations along the way.
I stand back, and so does he. I don't even look at my belt to see which Pokeball my hands rest on. I know each one by their place, their feel.
I have gained the powers of fire, ice and lightning from capturing the deities of each.
I send out my Pokemon, and he sends out his. Within moments we are given the signal to begin, and attacks of fire and lightning clash i
MLP is Not What I Expected it to BeMLP is Not What I Expected it to Be2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So, I’m sure everyone is familiar with, or at least has heard of, the popular show titled ‘My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic’ right? Well, I myself don’t know much about it, but my best friend is a big fan.
He wanted me to become a fan of the show as well, because he said that the show has good morals and is pretty funny; despite its original intended audience being little girls. While I don’t enjoy it people trying to make me like something, he’s my best friend, so I thought I’d take his word for it.
This all happened when I was walking home from school with him though, so of course while we were walking he couldn’t exactly send me a link. He said that he would send me a link when he got home. After we parted ways, it was only a short walk home for me.
When I got home, I checked my computer to see if he had sent me a link; his house was a bit farther than mine, and he hadn’t sent me the link because he hadn’t gotten home ye
There's A Woman In My Soup The world was spinning too fast, and Jim knew that he was going to be thrown off. A flock of porcupines flew by like the winged monkeys of Oz. Colors swirled until they mixed together and everything turned the color of mud. Trees laughed as they were uprooted, freed from their monotonous standing. Someone whispered in his ear… “You’re in the wild, wild west now, baby.” He awoke, breathing hard, behind the wheel of his ancient Pinto. Horns were honking at him as he pulled back into the proper lane. The narcoleptic episodes were becoming more frequent, and he was worried.There's A Woman In My Soup2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Janice popped a couple of painkillers without water. She was used to it, now, but she couldn’t get used to the pain in her back. It felt like knives twisting into her. The pills always made her sleepy, but there was nothing else she could do to ease the pain. She lay down on the bed and waited for them to kick in. A ‘Scrubs’ re-run was on TV. “Who put the silv
1- Introduction#1: Introduction1- Introduction2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Summary: *Third Person* Maybe it wasn’t a coincidence that she came in at the last minute the day he was closing…
Hey, Link, you’re locking up, right?”
Link looked up from the book he was reading at the register and his eyes laid on his friend, Pipit, “I guess. I don’t think anyone else is coming in tonight.”
Pipit nodded, “Well, don’t wanna upset the boss by closing early, do ya?”
Link shook his head, “No, not after what happened last time…”
Pipit nodded and laughed at the memory, “I was sure that one of us was getting fired…”
Link shook his head and looked back down at his book, “I’ll close up tonight, but I’ve got to leave early tomorrow, so you’re either gonna have to do it yourself or find someone else to do it.”
Pipit nodded and grabbed his cars keys, heading over to the exit, “I’ll get Saria to. It’s her turn a
Guide to Gakuen Hetalia: RussiaGuide to Gakuen Hetalia: Russia3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Name: Ivan Braginsky (Russian Federation)
Height: 6' 0"
Age: 21 (appearance)
Hair Color: Light Blonde
Special Hair Feature: Unique Color
Eye Color: Violet
Personality: Russian (Intimidating), warm-hearted, teddy bear like, can be sweet, can be...KOLKOLKOL (evil), is badass (can eat words).
Family: Sisters-Ukraine and Belarus
Friends: "China", "Belarus", "Ukraine", "Lithuania", "Estonia", "Latvia", and "America"
Sexiness Meter (1-3): Broke the scale just like Busby's Chair, KOLKOLKOL
Favorite Food: Beef Stroganoff
Fun Fact: Has so much hurt in his heart, just seeing anyone smile makes him happy inside.
Surprising Fact: His "Ero-Zone" is his neck.
Become one with Mother Russia, da?