russia x reader x male!belarus



chapter 7: two men to choose :3



Everything went pretty badly after that.

If you could describe the fight, it would pretty much have gone a bit like this :

The younger, and more athletic brother ran forward, his swung his fist at russia , a loud war cry could be heard throughout the room . Luckily, the russian was pretty flexible and bent backwards, his younger brother's fist just barely touched his nose.

A loud crash could be heard as his fist smashed onto the wall, leaving a large and terrible dent on the wall. Russia sighed in relief, he didn't want THAT to happen to his face.

Then, the russian thrown himself on Nikolai, so he hit the wooden table with a terrible crash, the wonderful meal that he had cooked was thrown onto the floor, the glass bowls that seemed to cost a lot of money broke on the floor. Nikolai winced as the splinters pierced his skin.

'Stop it!" you shouted, panicking, this was the most intense fight they had yet, their wounds looked so heavy it could take weeks, no, months to heal!

Growling, Nikolai kicked his older brother in the crotch 'why doesn't he want me to be happy?!" the voice echoed through his mind curtly as he managed to push russia down onto the floor boards with inhuman strength, punching him over and over, aiming for everywhere he could hit.

'N-nikolai!I-ivan! s-stop!' you pleaded, tears tumbling down your cheeks, you couldn't stand to look at this any longer! the two looked terrible, Nikolai was bleeding heavily, splinters pierced his arms as you felt blood dribble down his forehead.

Ivan was no better, he knew how scary the belorussian could get when he tried, he just never thought i could have happened to him.He had some glass pieces from the bowls they dropped earlier stuck onto his features, from the impact with the glass covered ground, he also had the purple goo stuck onto his hair .

'whose side are you on?'

You looked up at Nikolai, his eyes were narrowed, fist clenched, he stepped away from his brother and stood his ground ', you...can't have the both of us.' he stated biting his lip nervously..he didn't want to say it..but the words flew right out of his mouth as if they had a mind of its own.

'da....who is it (name) ?' The russian asked softly, a childish smiled appearing on his face, though you could feel a hint of sorrow , anguish and most of all doubt fill his usually bright and childish face.

They both stared at you, waiting patiently for you to answer.maybe they didn't want you to answer, ...they didn't want to think of what would happen if you didn't chose them, but you were sure...

they would support your decision anyways..

taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes 'i am in love with....'