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Soviet Union x Reader - Forever Pt. 1

she came across to a huge mansion which has dilapidated through years of neglect. The girl casted a few brief looks around, before sneaking into the mansion.

The door, heavy as it was, creaked and groaned louder than the thunders ongoing. Pale green walls with slight patterns decorated the whole place, some even peeled slowly with the layers of makeup. The floors creaked under her feet with each step she took, as if it was so fragile that it was going to break anytime.

As (Y/n) moved through the door, she thought she heard a few faint sobbing coming from the upper floor. The cries were soft, yet it was breaking the girl'sheart to hear that. (Y/n) trailed her wet hand towards the the old stairs, making her way up onto the second floor. Mold invaded the structure of the handle and flaked off at every chance when someone touched the handle.

The whimper became louder and clearer once she reached upstairs, it was a deep and strong voice, as echos ringed through the long, and dark hallway, luring (Y/n) to find out who it was.

  Strolling through the hallways, she found herself being lost in this maze like mansion. She swore, there was too much turns that it seemed like she was wandering around the same place over and over again, someone was fooling around.

  Without any further doubts, (Y/n) grasped her long, curly hair and pulled out a few pieces, later tying it onto one of the pillars. She took a few attempts, after turning left two times she would have seen her hair again, and turning right once she would have seen her hair again.

  By the name of theory, she took a quick turn to her left two times, and turned to her right side, and came across to a frost blue door. The cries were much more limpid, somehow the voice sounded so deep that it was about to crack at any moment.

  She approached in front of the door, slowly twisting the knob, and pushed open the door.

  (Y/n) felt her heart beat halted instantly when she saw what was blocking at her way. As there, stood a ghostly figure right in front of her. Technically, he wasn't standing, but much more likely to be floating in the air.

  The figure seemed to belong in somewhere near World War II, as the ghost wore a stained ushanka, with an old styled black eyepatch covering his right eye. The eyepatch was printed with a symbol of the familiar golden hammer and a sickle.

  Despite the figure had an eyepatch covering his eye, the eyepatch was soaked wet. Water like droplets fell down drastically, somehow it dissolved in midair without a trace.

  "к-кто ты..." The man spoke, his voice cracking the thick slience after the man realized that the girl did not attempt to run away.

  "Um... I... S-sorry, but I don't quite understand you... D-do you happen to... know any English...?" The girl gestured when trying to answer the ghost, as she pointed herself once, later crossing both her arms together, forming a cross sign.

  The man thought for a while, resting his arm on the air and his jaw in his hand. After a few fine moments, he cleared his throat slightly.

  "Я...I said...w-who are ы-you?" The man spoke in broken English, but (Y/n) knew that he tried his very best, and that she understood what he was trying to ask, which is a good start.

  "Well... I am (Y/n)... and I'm just a girl. Who are you then? Are you alright?" (Y/n) answered back, with the simplest word that she could form, a bit of gestures would come in handy too.

  "I am СССР, or USSR I believe. I am fine, спасибо. " He continued after forming a sentence slowly, "Why do you not afraid me...?" (Y/n) didn't answered him, but replied him back that the situation is quite complicated.

  A buzzing sound interrupted their conversation. (Y/n) slid her hand into her pocket and pulled out a phone, and ray of lights shone through the dim room as she sat down ok the dusty floor.

   "What is that?" Soviet questioned, as the girl smiled at the ghost, and patted the wooden ground twice. "It's a phone." She said. Soviet then swiftly floated himself closer to the girl as an attempt to understand what on earth is a 'phone'.

  They both continued to chat for a while, as if they both are had been good old buddies since forever. However, time flies, and (Y/n) would have to walk her way back home since it's past midnight, but somehow she didn't want to leave the ghost here.

  She found herself slightly fond of how intriguing Soviet is, as most of the ghosts that she met was filled with hatred and anger. She didn't want to lose this friend, this new friend seemed somewhat special, despite his broken English and lots of pauses in between their conversations.

  "Hey Soviet... I need to leave now because it's really late, but...do you... perhaps want to... stay at my place...?" The girl stuttered, probably because that was her first time inviting a stranger over to 'live' with her.

  The ghost seemed to be taken back by the girl's words, as his eye widened as large as it could have, and his body moved a few inches backward. Slience interfered their space, taking over control. They stared at each other, but eventually Soviet broke the staring, shooting his eye at the ground, he felt his face heated up slightly.

  "Sure... if you a-are oкay with т-там."

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