Misunderstood: Russia x Male!Reader

Misunderstood:

(Russia x Male!Reader)

The cold breeze hadn’t affected the small (H/C) male at all. In fact, he had enjoyed the harsh winds as it brushed through his hair and swept across his (S/C) face. Smiling, he skipped up the steps to the building where a meeting was being held place. Being friends with mostly everyone there had meant no arguments or fights for him. Entering the tall building, he quickly made his way to the room.

Entering the loud room, he looked around, easily finding a certain tall man who he had met years ago. After a bit of time, they had become close and easily fell in love. However, the tall Russian wanted to keep their relationship secret, him saying something about wanting to protect him.Smiling, (Y/N) sat next to him, since the seats next to him were empty, and his sister Belarus has finally given in and found someone else to share her possessive love with.

“Hey Russia,” (Y/N) greeted, his (E/C) eyes looking up at the light violet ones. “Privet, podsolnechnika,” Russia greeted back placing a large hand on his head before looking up at America who had called out his name, keeping a small smile on his face, even though (Y/N) could tell it was faked and he could see the hurt emotions behind his mask.

“What are you doing to (Y/N)? He hasn’t done anything wrong dude!” The sandy blonde male shouted and (Y/N) sighed knowing how this would end. “I am touching little (Y/N). This is none of your concern,” Russia spoke out loudly, the room going partially quiet as people whispered and worriedly looked at (Y/N). However, with all the pitying glances (Y/N) got, his hands clenched into fists and stood up.

“What’s wrong with you people?” He shouted causing a few gasps from certain people and shocked looks. “Does it look like I needed help? Did I look scared to you? No! If I didn’t want his hand on me, I would have pushed it off. All of you are so judgemental and so arrogant! He isn’t doing anything wrong!” (Y/N) shouted, fed up with this. Behind him Russia let out a small quiet and sad chuckle, letting his young lover handle it.

“Dude, you don’t know Russia like the rest of us. Your pretty new (Y/N), you wouldn’t understand anything,” America laughed and smirked, “Just let me be the hero and save your ass,” He shouted walking over, about to reach out for (Y/N)’s arm before it being immediately slapped away by a gloved hand.

“Don’t touch my podsolnechnik,” Snarled Russia, quickly hugging (Y/N)’s waist and keeping him close, America and the others looking confused but stepped back, “Dude, don’t hurt him,” America muttered, his baby blue eyes scanning over (Y/N) who sighed.

“We are dating. I love Russia and it hurts seeing what you guys do to him! He hasn’t hurt anyone!” (Y/N) shouted, tearing up, becoming a bit emotional. Seeing this, Russia picked him up and glared at America, “You….you made him cry. You will hurt for this, da?” He spoke as the dark purple aura surrounded him, his eyes angrily staring at him. America bit his lip, quickly stepping out the way as Russia left the room with (Y/N) in his arms who blushed in embarrassment but cuddled up to him, “Where are we going?” He asked and Russia smiled.

“My house. Your moving in, da?” He asked, even though (Y/N) knew he didn’t have a choice but didn’t mind at all. Snuggling up to him, he yawned, closing his eyes and nodded, “That sounds good,” He responded. Russia, who smiled in happiness, gave (Y/N) a kiss, who kissed back eagerly. “Let’s eat something and cuddle!” (Y/N) excitedly suggested and Russia just gave a short nod, not caring what they did, as long as he could be with the (H/C) boy.

Translations:

Podsolnechnika - Sunflower

Privet - Hello