Hetalia RussiaXReader- To The End pt9

Your brow furrowed. "Who's Natalia?" Ivan tensed.
"M-my little s-sister…" He stuttered, clearly nervous. He stood up to his full height and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry…"

"For what?" He didn't answer. "Ivan! What are you sorry for?!" You became increasingly worried and grasped his hand tightly. He remained silent. "IVAN!" He jumped slightly and looked at you questioningly. "Tell me… please." He opened his mouth. You anticipated his next words, but he just shook his head and left the room. Your heart sank. The way he was acting made you very anxious.

You stood up and walked to the painting. The girl was exactly like the one you had seen… There was a plaque on the bottom of the frame with words engraved on its surface.

'Belarus.'

"Okay, I am sick of all these countries! I need to find out what the hell is going on!!!" You grabbed your torch and stormed into the hallway. You thought of the only person who might tell you. Feliciano.

You ran downstairs. There was a familiar, repetetive "Ve~" noise coming from the kitchen. As you walked towards the sound, an incredible aroma filled your nostrils. Tomato and basil and oregano and garlic. You peeked into the kitchen to see the Italian standing next to a gas camping stove, cooking his Pasta. The smile on his face made you smile too, like it was infectious. You walked over to him and he met you with a "Ve~ Would you like some Pasta, ______?"

"Yes please!" You grinned at him and sat down. He dished out a big helping of the Italian dish and placed it in front of you. It was hot and steaming. You grabbed a fork and twirled the noodles onto it. You then took a bite. The delicious, soft, tangy flavour spread over your tongue like a wash of pleasure. You chewed, savouring the mouth-watering taste. Your emotions must have showed on your face, because Feliciano giggled happily and sat down to eat his own Pasta.

He broke off for a moment. "So, why did you come here, other than to eat Pasta? Or is it just Pasta? I'd come just for the Pasta is I was you!" How could he speak so fast?!?!

An idea hit you. "Italy…"

"Si?"

"Why did you answer to Italy?" You crossed your fingers under the table, hoping he would answer… and that your suspicions were correct.

He grinned. "Because I am Italy! …Well, North Italy. My brother, Romano, is South Italy! He was governed separately and spent more time with Big Bother Spain!"
Your mouth dropped open. Everything made sense now! Suddenly, awe was replaced by fear. Your History lessons flooded into your mind. World War One and Two… Civil Wars… The war with (Your country) and (Whoever else)! You were trapped in a house with countries. COUNTRIES!!!

You stood up, backing away from Italy who looked at you, puzzled. He said something, but you didn't listen. You ran out of the kitchen, into the pitch blackness of the hallway. You kept running, blindly until you ran, headfirst into a wall. A soft wall. A warm and fabric covered wall… that, as you guessed, wasn't a wall at all! Two arms wrapped tightly around you.

"______? What's wrong?" Ivan's voice was full of concern. Russia. Soviet Union. All your Russia-based lessons came into your head. All that death. The atrocities committed. You wriggled in his firm grip.

"LET ME GO, YOU BIG PSYCHO! LET GO!" You screamed your head off, praying he would let go. You kicked at his legs desperately, though he didn't seem fazed. He sighed sadly, his shoulders dropping.

A pang of sympathy suddenly struck you as you remembered all the tragedies that went on in Russia. You felt something wet on your face. What was he doing? Was it poison? Was he planning on killing you?!

No.

It was a tear. A lone tear. Just one. You wiped it from where it was running down your cheek. "R…Russia?" He looked at you. "I…I'm sorry…" You placed your hand on his cheek. He leant into your touch. The sensation of his cool flesh against your hot hand calmed you.

"It's okay. I understand… it must be hard for you…" His soft voice was calming. "I'd probably completely over react, freak out and rip everyone's heads off with my teeth. Then I'd gut them like fish and…and…" He trailed off as he realised how creeped out you were. He WAS a total psycho! "Sorry…"

You smiled. "It's fine…"
There was a sudden, loud bang from above. Ivan made a small startled noise that sounded like a squashed mouse. "Will… Will that be Natalia?" you whispered. "I think we sho-" You were cut off as Ivan covered your mouth and picked you up. You wriggled in his tight grasp as he carried you upstairs. He took you down the many hallways in his huge house and took you into the guest room. He put you on the bed and closed the door. He then got a wind up lamp and put it on the bedside table

He sat beside you. "Listen ____. This is very dangerous for you. Natalia is crazy. She wants to marry me! My own sister!" His big, violet eyes filled with a mix of fear and sadness. "Nothing will get in her way." He wrapped his muscular arms around you. "I'm scared for you, _______. I love you. So very, very much…" He leant towards you and brushed his lips against you. You shuddered as his soft flesh met with yours. You inhaled and his strong, pleasing scent made you lust for him. His eyes were lidded heavily as he placed a large hand on your leg. You smiled, expecting something very good to come from this…

It didn't. The tall Russian stood up. "I'm sorry. I'm going to have to go see sister." He gave you a small, sad smile and left the room, locking the door behind him.