My Heart |Russia X Reader|

My Heart

Russia X Reader

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His purple eyes waver as the sign comes into view.

'Welcome to Moscow!'

He stares at the word.

Moscow.

His feet hesitantly lead him into the city. He slowly walks, letting him take in all of the beautiful scenery, as well as recalling his many different memories.

~Flashback~

"Russia! Pick me up, pick me up!" The young girl giggles. Her sparkling (e/c) eyes staring into his large purple ones. The young teenage Russian smiles at the little girl and lifts her up, twirling her in the air.

"Is this fun for you, my beautiful sunflower?" He smiles.

"My time with you is always fun, Russia" she wraps her tiny arms around his neck, pulling him close. "I want to spend every day with you, like this. My best friend." His eyes widen in surprise, then slowly tightens his grip on her. He had been used to rejection all of his life, and for the first time, someone enjoyed his company.

~End Flashback~

He smiles at the distant memory. His beautiful (Name), lively as ever. He walks further into the city, gazing at the creatively colored buildings as he walked past. He looks up at one particular building. It wasn't the same one, but it was the exact spot she had become his everything.

~Flashback~

"Do you think they will like me, Russia?" (Name) hugs herself and stares out the window. "I don't think i'm ready, i'm not good enough!"

"You are beautiful, da?" He smiles. "There is no one else I'd want to be my capital." She looks up at him, and returns his smile.

"Thank you, Russia" she wraps her arms around his chest and pulls him close. "You are my best friend, you have always been there for me"

"Forever and for always, (Name)" he kissed the top of her head, slightly moving the hair piece she had been wearing. "Let me fix your barrette" he corrects the little (f/c) barrette in her hair, and smiles down at her. "Ready?"

"Ready!"

Russia nods and opens the door. "Attention, people of Russia!" Everyone stops talking at once, turning their attention to the tall Russian. "Today, i am here to introduce you to your new leader!" He slightly pushes the girls back. "This is Moscow!" The crowd erupts in applause. The (h/c) haired girl was surprised, but smiled and waved at her people.

She steps up to the stand and takes a deep breath. "I will take good care of this country, as the personification of its capital, Moscow" she determinedly stares at the crowd. "Да здравствует Россия!" (1)

The crowd loudly replies, "Да здравствует Россия!"

~End Flashback~

He remembers her bright smile, her gorgeous (e/c) eyes, and her silky soft (h/c) hair. "I cant wait to see her" he pushes on, and begins his way to the heart of the city. He turns and walks in every direction, looking for the spot he was to arrive.

"These alleys are very confusing" he sighs. "Why did they make it like this? Surely they knew someone would come here" he makes loops and turns, circles and ovals around the city. He finally comes to the end of the long maze. His body stiffens, and a small smile appears on his face. "Hello, (Name)" he kneels on the ground and places the sunflower near the large stone. "Im sorry i haven't visited you in so long" his eyes sting with tears as he speaks to the tombstone. "It's so painful to come here... I try my best though. You understand, right?" He asks, as if expecting her to answer. The tears fall from his cheek as he remembers the last time they spoke.

~Flashback~

"Russia! Help me, please!" (Name) ran up and hid behind his back. "Its France! He and Napoleon are on their way to destroy my city!"

"Don't worry, (Name). I will talk to the Tsar about reinforcements" he pats her head.

"Really?" Her eyes glitter with hope. "Thank you, Russia!"

"Anything for you" he smiles and brings her to his chest.

She departs from him, and he heads to the Tsar. He speaks of the matter, and the Tsar looks at him with interest. His reply, however, shocks the giant.

"Burn it to the ground?! You can't burn my capital!" His fist slams down on the table. "General Winter will surely do something about this! We have troops already sent, why not have them protect her?"

"We don't have enough! Napoleon's army is the strongest in the world, Russia" his eyes burn with fury. "General Winter will not have enough time to stop them completely before they reach her"

"You can't do this!" Russia pleads. "There has to be another way!"

"This is my decision and my decision is final!" The Tsar snaps and Russia flinches. "Leave my presence, the deed shall be done in the morning"

Russia is escorted from the room, and the doors are slammed behind him. "H-how can i tell her..?" He ponders.

~End Flashback~

His body falls completely on the ground, and his tears wet the dirt below him. His quiet sobs ring out, but no one could ease his pain. "Im sorry, (Name)! I should've tried harder" he pounds his fists against the dry earth. "I shouldn't have let them burn you... I could've protected you! I-I didn't know..."

~Flashback~

"Come now, Russia" the Tsar pulls his arm. "We cannot stay here any longer." They were standing atop a hill close to Moscow. They watched as the buildings of her once beautiful city crumble to the ground in the flames.

"Why is she not coming out? Doesn't she know we are leaving?" Russia asks.

"When a capital is under attack, they are forced to stay within their city limits" the Tsar explains. "She cannot leave her borders, even if she tried"

Russia stares at the dictator in horror. "She is trapped in there?!"

"Da, she is" the Tsar turns his gaze back to the burning city. Russia looks back, and breaks from the Tsar's grasp. "Where are you going?!"

"I have to save her!" Russia's desperately runs for the city. "(Name)!!"

"Russia! Help me!" Her body was not engulfed in flames, but she was slowly being covered with burns. "What do i do?!"

"Come to me!" Russia holds out his arms to her. She runs from the fire and makes her way to him. Before she could reach his arms, her body freezes. "R-Russia! I can't move!" She panics. She struggled against the force, but nothing could be done. She was trapped in her burning city.

"He was right..." Russia's eyes widen in fear, and he enters the city. The young capital bursts into a coughing fit. The tall Russian wraps his arms around her dying body. "I will protect you" he assures her, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Russia... I feel weak..." She falls to the ground, and he sits with her in his lap. "I-I dont think I'll be able to go on..." Her eyes half closed, she smiles up at him.

"Don't say that, you will be fine!" His grip on the girl tightened and he buried his face into the crook of her neck. She reaches up and strokes his hair. He looks at her and sees tears streaming down her cheeks as well.

"Take care of Russia for me, alright?" She brings his face down to hers and softly kisses his lips. "I love you, Ivan. Thank you for making my life such a joyful one"

"I love you too" his eyes stare into her blank ones. "Don't leave me! Please!" He lightly shakes her shoulders, but she doesn't respond. "No, no, no! (Name)! Don't leave me!" He buries his face in her soft hair. "D-don't leave me alone..."

~End Flashback~

He stares at the stone, remembering everything that had happened 10 years today. "I miss you, (Name)" he takes out the (f/c) barrette she had worn so many times before. "I should have done more to save you" his fingers softly glide over its features. "You were my capital; and i will love you forever" he stands up and walks away, sorrow on his face and regret in his heart. Behind him, a (h/c) girl stood, watching him go.

"It means enough that you came" she smiles at his fading figure. She walks forward and hugs his back. His body stiffens, noticing the pressure. He slowly turned around, and sees a little girl.

"N-no way..." He stares at her.

"Hi! I'm (Name)! And you are?" She smiles up at him.

"(N-name)..." Tears fall from his eyes as he picks the little girl up. "You're alive!" He smiles the biggest smile he could, knowing that his sweet (Name) was alive.

"Of course I'm alive silly!" She giggles. "I'm here aren't i?"

He stares at her little face and laughs. "D-da! You are... I am Russia"

"Nice to meet you, Russia" she chirped. She held out her hand and grasped his large one.

"We've met before, sunflower" he smiles and shakes her hand.

"Oh, really? I don't remember" she puts her hand on her chin and thinks. "What was i?"

Russia ponders over this question, then finds the perfect answer. She watches him with glittering eyes as he replies, "(Name), you were my capital, and my heart"

Translations-

(1) Да здравствует Россия!- Long live Russia!