Russia x Reader: Snowflakes and Sunflowers

Russia looked out of the window and sighed quietly. He was sitting in his office and though the dance of the snowflakes outside the window calmed him a bit, he still wanted to see the sun more often. Maybe then the sunflower-seeds _____ had given him the last time would grow more and finally bloom.
He stood up and left the office, meeting Lithuania in the hall.
“Mr- Mr Russia? Do you need something?”
He glanced at the shivering country. Lithuania had always been afraid of him, but when _____ was there, he would act more confident and not so … humble. It saddened Russia that the Baltics just did what he asked them to because they feared him. If _____ asked them, they would do it because they wanted to help and please her.
When he did not answer and his usual smile wasn't there, Lithuania feared for his life even more. Then he noticed the soft gaze Russia directed to what he held, the mail.
“Is there a letter from her?” he asked, no menace hiding in his childish voice. He sounded tired and lonely.
Lithuania's eyes widened and he searched through the pile and found it after a short while, a small cream-white envelope. Russia slowly took it from him, trying not to be hasty and destroy it in any way.
“Put the rest into my office.”
“Yes, Mr Russia.”
“One more thing...” Russia said quietly, not turning towards Lithuania who now stood inside the door to the office, frozen in fear. “How long has it been? Since ____ …..” he paused, unable to speak it out loud.
“Three months.” Lithuania answered carefully, afraid of Russia's reaction.
But Russia only nodded and slowly walked towards the stairs.


Once he had sat down next to the fire in the living room of his big house, he held the envelope to his lips. It was soft and smelled a bit just like her. Warm and sweet.
He opened it carefully.

Privet Ivan,
I am sorry I cannot be with you. I hope you do not feel too lonely. I miss you very much.
Have the sunflowers grown? Are they blooming yet?
England – he told me to call him by his human name, other countries did too, so I will refer to them that way now – so Arthur invited me to have tea with him, it was very nice and sweet. Ludwig invited me to his training too, we now jog together each morning. I cooked with Feliciano, Francis and Kiku one evening, it was very funny and everything tasted quite good.

I hope we will see each other again soon. I long to see you again. Please take care of yourself.
In love,

________ <3


Though her letter had been so short, Russia took a long time to read it again and again. She did not write every day, sometimes not even once a week. But he held onto every letter he received. He was quite angry that the other countries had gotten closer to her, that she did things with them, he could not do with her. They could spend time with her, see her and hear her beautiful voice, make her laugh and smile. And he could not.



The first time Russia met ________ was at a world conference some years ago. She had been one of the special servants, one of the few knowing their secret.
No one tried to touch her without permission again after they witnessed her fighting abilities when Francis had groped her. She had punched him in the gut and kicked his shin. It did not look too strong, rather feminine and softly, but Francis whined about the pain even days after that. What amazed him most was her behavior towards him. She did not shriek away when he smiled. When he had wanted to beat someone to a pulp with his pipe, her gentle touch had calmed him down. When he went scary and a dark purple aura surrounded him, normally no one would come near. But she did and once again calmed him down with a few soft words.
By then he had been charmed by her. Though she seemed a bit fragile to him – just like a snowflake that would melt at his touch – she smiled strongly and brightly at him, (h/c) locks surrounding a bright smiling face with shining (e/c) eyes – just like a bright and strong sunflower, prettier than the others.

To everyone's amazement she swiftly became friends with the tall and scary Russian. And after a few months of meeting and doing things together, he had confessed.
Rather shyly he had confessed. And ______'s answer? She had tiptoed to peck his cheek and smile brightly at him. “I like you too, Ivan.”
They had never gotten very far in their relationship, he had to get back to Moscow soon after that. He tried to finish work as good and fast as he could, trying to visit her once in a while. She had visited him on occasion too, but could not always be there, rather rarely even. The last time they had seen each other had been three months ago.
Russia wondered about her, if she missed him as much as he missed her. If she thought about him as often as he thought about her – which was all the time, she never really left his thoughts.

He longed for her and her touch, her smell, her voice, her laughter and smile. He longed for her whole being. But he could not go, his boss did not let him.




What Russia did not know was something very important. That – many, many miles away – _______ was sitting on her bed, thinking about him with a soft smile and a blush on her face, longing for him too.