Russia x Reader - Meant to Be

Meant to Be

Chapter One

         "I can walk, comrade." A rough and tired Russian voice came as his comrades dragged him into the nurse's tent.

         "Nyet, you can't." said another Russian man.

       He set his friend down onto a cot while the other Russian solider went to find a nurse to aid the man they'd carried into the tent. The Soviet solider took a small flask from his belt and gulped the last of it down while waiting for the nurses to give him some treatment. His violet eyes scanned the tent. Empty cots were sitting around; in the back was a supplies station full of medicine and whatnot.

       This was Russia, better known to his soldier comrades as Ivan Braginski. He was the country of Russia, right now known as the Soviet Union, along with several other countries. His human comrades knew nothing of his truth; they only knew him as their commander. However, his boss, Stalin, knew who he was and so did a select few of the nurses.
       During both of the World Wars, all of the fighting countries had a personal nurse that knew they were not completely human and took care of their every need and wound. That nurse was always on call for them and almost never on call for anybody else. These nurses had to be very talented in what they did if they were chosen to be the nurses of the country personifications.

       "Mister Braginski, huh?" asked the head nurse. "I'll get {Name} right now and you'll be better in no time."

       "..Thank you."

       With that, the nurse was off racing to the back of the tent where the supplies were kept and the nurses slept, if sleep was possible. The head nurse stopped at a cot where a modestly pretty nurse was sleeping. She was gently poked by the head nurse and woken up from her sleep.

       "A-Ah, w-what is it?" {Name} asked, rolling over to face her boss.

       "Mister Braginski is in the tent waiting for you to aid him." She reported.

       {Name} was up in three seconds of the words "Mister Braginski" hitting her ears. And not completely because he was a nation and her job was to keep him from bleeding and get him right back out to battle. {Name} had only seen him a few times, but she'd already developed a small crush on him. His nose was so adorable and his eyes were like vast landscape. And she'd seen him in uniform before. He looked very handsome in army uniforms, even though wearing one usually wasn't a good thing.

       "I'll get right on it!" {Name} yelled while running to the waiting nation.

       Ivan had been waiting for no more than five minutes before he saw {Name} (excuse the pun) rushing down the makeshift hall in the tent and grabbing a first aid kit in the process. His eyes widened as he watched her stumble over a random box of medicine and lose her balance. The injured nation stood up quickly, forgetting about his wounds and just barely caught {Name}, saving her from falling into the ground and spilling out the contents of her kit.

       At first, there was an awkward silence of panting and then the silence broke when a light chuckle sounded from above {Name's} head.

       "You have to be more careful around those boxes. If you get hurt, there will be nobody to take care of me."

       "Y-Yes sir! I-I'm sorry!" {Name} stuttered.

       "Please, call me Ivan. I think we'll get close enough for you to at least do that." He remarked.

       "Yes si- I-Ivan."

       The nurse in front of the nation stood up, brushing herself off before shooing Ivan back to his cot and pleading that he sit down and give it a rest.

       "Ivan, I think you should take some of these pills – they'll ease the pain in your bones." {Name} suggested, holding out a bottle of pills to him.

       "Haha, you're cute, Sunflower. I do not need pills to ease my pains; they will not go away until my people stop dying under those Germans. What I need is something to stop my bleeding."

       {Name} sighed, frowning. Why wouldn't Ivan just take the pills and-

       Wait.

       Hold on.

       Did he just call you "cute"?

       Reviewing the conversation exchange in her mind, {Name} indeed remembered him saying she was "cute". {Name's} mind went into a whirl of emotions. For one, love, since she had a massive crush on the Russian which was just growing stronger with each passing minute.  Another one was sadness; for fear that he didn't actually mean that set into her mind.

       Little did she know, Ivan did indeed think she was cute, both in her actions and as a woman.  He waited for her to respond his request and twiddled his thumbs. {Name} sighed, grabbing a lot of band-aids.

       "These are the only things that will stop the bleeding, Ivan."

       "Wonderful, make the bleeding go away."

       {Name} did just that, carefully wrapping the bandages around his wounds, her touch tender and loving as not to hurt him or even make him wince in the slightest. Ivan smiled as she did her work, although since she was looking down, she didn't see it.

       "Y'know," he began. "You do a good job being a nurse. I haven't felt a bit of discomfort since I've been here."

       {Name} blushed slightly. Luckily, however, she had an excuse for having her face downward. She carefully wrapped the band aid around his last open wound before standing up.
       "Well, that's all done. I suggest before going back out to battle that you rest here at least one night."

       "I might just do that…" he almost whispered, nodding and watching her walk away to put up her cleaning supplies and first aid kit.
       
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       {Name} woke up from her sleep to the lovely sounds of…gun shots? She jolted upward, only then remembering that if the bullets were aimed at her so would've been dead meat. She remembered only one thing at the moment, however.

       Ivan.

       She (although this was poor judgment) ran into the main section of the tent to find that German soldiers had invaded the nursing camp. Soviet bodies surrounded the outside of the tent, and {Name} was suddenly worried that Ivan might've been one of them. She then heard some yelling outside the tent. Grabbing a knife and a small handgun that all nurses where trained to use, she ran outside only to be greeted by a patrol of Germans with heavy machinery.

       "Vell vell," said a blonde haired and blue eyed German. "You're Russia's nurse, are you?" This German was Ludwig, also known as Germany.

       Him and Ivan were not on good terms and hated each other to the core. {Name} knew that they'd be looking to capture her and do whatever else they wanted to her to try and weaken Ivan more than he already was.

       {Name} was very afraid, and the small weapons she'd grabbed while inside the tent would do her no good here. She at least expected some form of Russian resistance to greet her there, not a bunch of Germans.  Her hands shook as she pointed to gun to Germany's head.

       "Don't make me use this..." she warned him, glaring into his eyes.

       Ludwig laughed in her face as he pointed his rather heavy looking military issued gun at her face.

       "Come vith us, and you von't be harmed…yet."

       "You'll never take me alive!" {Name} bravely yelled into the air, pointing her knife and gun at the Germans.

       Germany was about to shoot her when suddenly, open fire came from behind {Name} from one direction. Suddenly she heard a voice yelling in Russian from behind her to what appeared to be a patrol of Russians behind the Germans. The Russian language wasn't the only thing that could be heard from behind {Name}. A sound…more of a chant, really, could also be heard.

       "Kolkolkolkolkolkolkolkol…."

       "Vhat ze hell is zhat?!" Germany demanded.

       Suddenly, Ivan appeared from the tent holding a Soviet gun that was larger than Ludwig's gun. He stood beside {Name} and was panting as if he'd been fighting back German resistance for some time now. Ludwig, still wanting to make Ivan weak, pointed the gun at {Name} and grinned.

       "No more healing for you, comrade." Germany mocked him.

       That's when it happened. Ivan shoved his nurse back into the tent with a forceful shove before unleashing his wraith into the German patrol. His backup from behind him tackled the bulk of the group, while Ivan focused on the one that really pissed him off; Ludwig himself.

       "Don't you EVER harm my Sunflower, don't even come near her! She has nothing to do with this war! If you have a problem with me, you take it up with ME!" he growled, attacking the German with a new found strength.

       Ludwig was obviously surprised by the Russian's strength as he talked about {Name} and him hurting her. With every word about it, it seemed like Ivan got stronger. And just how was he dodging his bullets?! Germany was close enough to hit him several times over, yet Ivan didn't even get hit once.

       "How ze hell are you dodging my bullets?"

       "Never mind that," Russia smiled, staring at the German with a very psychotic grin. "What you should be worrying about is the fact that your patrol is dead and that there is nobody to protect you."

       Ludwig's eyes widened as it hit him. Nobody was around the protect him – he was all alone now. Russians from every side surrounded him, all pointing their guns at his chest area. It was like Custard's Last Stand, actually. Germany glared at the nation and his comrades before going completely mad himself and aiming his gun to shoot Ivan in the chest.

       "At least I'll be able to wound you!" he remarked, knowing that if he did this, his people would suffer, but Russia's would suffer more.

       That's when it happened.

       {Name} watched from the tent as Germany's gun cocked loudly and he pointed it at Russia's chest.

       "N-No!" she shouted, fumbling for her gun.

       At least she could try to shoot Germany before he shot Russia. But she couldn't find the gun. She knew she wouldn't be able to hit him with her knife, so she ran outside of the tent quickly. Her life flashed through her eyes and she smiled slightly, tears gathering into her eyes.

       As the gun fired, {Name} shoved Russia out of the way just in time. Ivan was taken by surprise as he stumbled to the left, catching himself from falling using one of the Soviet soldiers that were standing around.

Ivan blinked.

       "What just happened?" he asked out loud.

       Then, he saw the horrific scene.

       {Name} was lying awkwardly on the ground, blood pouring from a wound on her lower chest. Her eyes were wide open, but they didn't appear to be glazed over. Tears flowed from her cheeks as she took shallow breaths. As if getting shot wasn't bad enough, as a nurse, she knew that this wound was too serious. She would die, and anyone who tried to save her would've been wasting their time.

       "N-Name! Name!" Russia shouted, scooting close to her body.

       He glanced back at his Soviet comrades, his eyes full of sadness and anger. Germany had escaped while everybody else stared at the wounded nurse and had avoided certain doom – for now.

       "Go back to Stalin and report what has happened, and then take three waves of soldiers to Berlin! I want him dead TONIGHT!" The soldiers all nodded, dashing away to Moscow to report at the Kremlin.

       "I-Ivan," {Name} whispered, fresh tears falling down her cheek. It felt as if there was a burning hole inside of her. "I-I'm not going to make i-it."

       "Don't say that!"

       "B-But it's true…"

       Russia narrowed his eyes at his nurse. He felt a little mad at her for saying that she wouldn't make it, but he knew that she was a nurse and more than likely, she knew how bad the wound was.

       "D-Don't say that…"

       Ivan began to cry himself, depressed that someone he actually loved was dying, slipping right out of him arms.

       And there was nothing he could do about it.

       He glanced at {Name} before whispering into the air.

       "I love you." he whispered, closing his eyes.

       {Name}, although on the verge of dying, blushed deeply. Her face was about as red as one of Spain's tomatoes – the blood on her face was good for extra effect as well.

       "….I-I love you too."

       With her mind at rest and her heart at peace knowing that the one she loved knew she loved him, she took her last breath.

       Ivan began to sob heavily into the limp body, cursing Germany and otherwise the universe for taking such a beautiful and precious thing from him.

       "Why don't you just…rip my heart out from my chest and stomp on it and then shoot it with five guns and stab it with ten daggers and then lace it with a deadly poison?! That's basically the same thing and at least my Sunflower wouldn't have died!" he yelled.

He sat there for a little while, holding {Name} in his arms before getting up and going into the Nurse's tent. He put her limp, cold and lifeless body in the cot he had slept on. He gently gave her a kiss on her cheek before going over to the head nurse and explained what happened.

       The next day, Ivan, Soviet Soldiers, and the nurses that survived the surprise attack all buried {Name} behind the tent. And from that day on, Ivan swore to God, his comrades, the universe, that he would avenge his Sunflower, no matter what it took…