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Дебил | 🇷🇺 x reader

Inspiration: Tagu-taguan by Moira Dela Torre.

Дебил - idiot/moron

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There you were.

A little girl watching three siblings play.

There was Russia, Belarus, and Ukraine.

Your father came here for a meeting with USSR and he brought you along.

They were chasing after each other in a pretty flower field, smiles and laughs etched on their faces.

Your gaze landed on little Russia.

The siblings didn't seem to notice your presence.

You ducked your head down. The sight somehow pained you.

"Hello!" a sweet feminine voice greeted.

You raised your head and was met with all three siblings at your presence.

"H-hi..." you greeted back shyly.

"Do you want to play with us?" Belarus asked, an adorable smile on her face.

You kept silent and looked at the remaining two siblings.

Russia looked confused at the current situation, while Ukraine greeted you with a small smile.

You wanted to make sure it was ok with them.

"O-ok."

"Great!"

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"One...two..." Little Russia began.

You guys were playing hide and seek.

Once Russia had counted to three, you already found a good hiding spot. Belarus and Ukraine then found theirs.

"...eight...nine...ten!" Russia opened his eyes.

"Ready or not, here I come!" he announced and began to seek.

The little country heard a small squeak from a pile of flowers. He slowly made his way towards it until he was right in front of you.

You gulped, your tiny figure growing tense.

The next thing you knew, you felt a strong bear hug from behind, which slightly startled you.

"Haha! I found you!" he laughed at you, who kept squirming.

"Идиот! put me downnn!" you whined, unable to escape the Russian's grasp.

. . . . . .Years later. . . . . . .

"Ughh..." you groaned, staring at the cut on your hand.

You were cooking and accidentally cut your hand with a knife. It wasn't a small cut, nor a serious one. Still, it stung.

You suddenly felt a soft grasp at your hand, careful not to damage the cut even worse.

You turned your head.

It was Russia, again.

"Here..." he said, treating your cut.

He was always there for you, even after his father's death, he kept staying by your side. Even though your father betrayed his...

You knew his ПаПа's death hurt him a lot, not just him, Ukraine and Belarus too. So you stayed as well.

He finished treating your cut and ruffled your hair.

"Thanks, Russ..." you smiled warmly.

"Yeah, yeah. Be more careful next time, Дебил."

"Sure thing."

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You let out a soft giggle, covering your mouth afterwards.

You were playing hide and seak with Russia. Well, not really.

Earlier in the morning, you decided to prank the introverted, gigantic bottle of vodka, and you succeeded.

Russia got pretty grumpy and chased you out of the house.

So here you were now, hiding in tree tall tree..more specifically, sitting on a branch.

Russia came close to your hiding spot.

You had a habit of giggling every time you played hide and seek, so you were currently locking your mouth with your hands.

"(Y/n)..." he grumbled, looking for you.

'I think I went a bit too far...' you thought sweat dropping, feeling slightly afraid of the consequences afterwards.

Suddenly the sound of footsteps disappeared.

Everything turned quiet, except for the faint sound of birds.

You were confused and thought for a good minute or two.

'Should I get down...?' you asked yourself, looking at the grassy ground below.

After a few seconds, you had made your decision.

You jumped down the tree and looked at your surroundings.

'He's...not here..?'

You let out a sigh of relief.

"Gosh, I was afraid he'd never leav-"

"Дебил."

You froze.

'He's behind me isn't he...?'

You squinted your eyes. Preparing yourself for scolding or any form of anger. Yet all you received was a harsh ruffle on your head.

You opened your eyes, a confused expression rid your face.

"What?" he questioned blankly.

You were silent, still very confused.

'Is that all..???'

You heard a snicker. He moved his head closer to you until your foreheads touched.

"I'm not gonna hurt you." he smiled.

--Bonus--

"When are you gonna stop calling me a Дебил?" you asked, irritated.

"Probably never, it suits you" he joked earning a huff from the girl.