Love me, da? (depressed!russia x reader)


you stared, wide eyed at the man whimpering in front of you.

This man, had a pair of huge innocent violet eyes, a head of platinum blonde hair and was holding onto a lead pipe. Those wide eyes of his were watery and his cheeks were wet with tears. You couldn't believe, no, let me correct that, you COULDN'T believe that this was the ivan you have known for such a long time.

But sadly, it was.

You took a step forward, you wanted to rush to his side , you wanted to scream and ask him what happened, but nothing came out of your mouth. You simply stared at the man hugging his knees and rocking back and forth.

You crouched down in front of him and met his gaze.And, finally, you spoke.

'I-ivan? is that you?'

The man in front of you gave you tiny smile. 'A-ahh...*sniff* my sunflower.....its nice to meet you, da?'

You felt your heart tear into half when you heard him speak. He sounded a lot like he'd been crying for hours.

Leaning forward, you pulled out a slightly wrinkled tissue from your pocket and used it to wipe the tears off his face 'What happened?' you asked quietly

Ivan looked up at you as a smile crossed his face 'M-my sunflower... you care for me, da?' he breathed, he looked up into your (e/c) orbs, desperately trying to search for your answer.

Badly wanting it to be a yes.

You leaned forward and hugged him, slowing down his breathing 'of course i do Ivan..' you cooed, rubbing comforting circles on his back, soothingly.

He pulled you into a bone-crushing hug and cried on your shoulder, wetting your new yellow shirt.

'Let it all out..' you coaxed, patting his back ', i'll be here as long as you want me...' you whispered into his ear, letting him cry and cry to his hearts content.

You had been friends with him for a long time, and you always had a sweet side for Ivan, An urge to protect the huge giant from the world. You knew well enough that he wasn't scary, or violent. He was just a poor misunderstood man with a sad childhood, which would drown his sorrows in bottles and bottles of vodka.

You tangled your fingers in his platinum blonde hair and let out a tiny sigh when he pulled away from you. He rubbed his eyes with his light pink scarf and smiled 'T-thank you so much (y/n)...' he said greatfully

You smiled, 'Ivan....can you tell me whats wrong?' you coaxed ', who did this to you?' Once you found out who did this to your poor russian friend , you were going to beat the living hell out of them.

Ivan went quiet for a moment. He didn't want to talk about it.

'(y/n)....a-am i a monster?' he suddenly asked, his bit his lip, staring up at you with his huge child-like eyes.

You stared at him , your mouth hanging 'Of course you're not! You're a wonderful person!' you protested. What kind of sick bastard would put this thought into his sweet and naive mind?!

'T-then......why do you always rather hang out with America than me?'

You felt a pang of guilt hit you like a pile of bricks. So this was what he was so depressed about? It was true that you enjoyed hanging out with the energetic american, eventhough he would always tire you out, but you had never stood russia up before!

When you realized the problem:

Ivan was jealous of Alfred.

You suddenly let out a loud , hearty laugh, gripping your sides.

Ivan tilted his head, confused 'Whats so funny sunflower?'

You pointed a finger at him and chuckled, you managed to stop laughing and steady your breathing, 'Ivan, you were jealous of Alfred? This was why you were so depressed?'

Russia blushed and hid himself in his scarf , his whole face heating up. 'M-maybe...'

Leaning in, you pulled Ivan into a sweet embrace, 'Oh Ivan! Of America?! out of all people? you didn't have to be depressed about something like this! in fact i....kind...of...' your voice trailed off and your face started to glow.

Russia blinked and cocked his head, hugging back 'Kind of what?'

'....like you...' You finished, growing as red as spain's tomatoes.

Russia let out a tiny giggle and lifted you up , cuddling you 'Does that mean little (y/n) wants to become one with Russia?

'Y-yeah i-i mean N-no! Wait what?!' you asked, suprised.

You looked at the cheerful russia, he was grinning warmly at you with his eyes closed 'When a man and a woman love each other they want to become one , da?' he asked, blinking innocently before walking out of the room.

'I-ivan! w-what the hell?!' you cried, your cheeks heating up

Ivan stopped and looked at you, pouting like a sad lost puppy 'Does that mean little (y/n) is lying to me and doesn't like me after all?'

'N-no! thats not what i mean!' you protested , blushing in a shade you didn't know was possible up till now.

Ivan's face lit up again as he kicked open his bedroom door and walked in, holding you in his grip 'So that means my sunflower wants to become one with mother russia, da? because (y/n) said she loved me , da?'

'W-well....i guess...'

As you said those words he set you down on the bed and begun to kiss you delicately, whispering something in your ear:

'ya tebya lyublyu, (y/n)...'
(i love you)