Russia x Fem!Reader
There you lay in front of him, panting as wounds covered your body. Your ponytail was undone, strands of (h/c) hair creating a pool on each side of your head. You wiped the blood off your mouth before standing up, sword in hand. The tip of your sword trembled as your breath came out in white clouds.
'Fight me again!' you yelled, voice hoarse. Russia stared at you, guilt flashing through his eyes. He was in the same condition as you, but had minor injuries instead while you had severe. His tan overcoat and pink scarf were torn and stained with a mixture of blood and dirt. How did things get like this?
Your country had went against Russia, demanding for (country)'s independence. You and your people have had enough being part of the Soviet Union, but of course, Russia refused.
'[Name]...' the blonde whispered. He reluctantly raised his gun. Your knees shook before you collapsed. You attempted to stand up, to no avail. You were exhausted from all the fighting.