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2p!Russia x female!reader.

Chapter I:

❄a snowflake between sunflowers🌻

A/N: I'm just here to say that in this story I only own the plot, not the characters, nor YOU(the female reader).. The characters belong to Hetalia and you(reader) belong to yourself. If any mistakes are spotted, I'm sorry for those then.. Enjoy~☆ -ash

tw: violence and mentions of it.

~☆~

Down the snowy empty streets at late night, Viktor walked with a quick pace, taking big steps with his long legs as he hugged his heavy dark gray coat tighter around his body, it was more cold in moscow than usual.. and as it's known, of course, russia always have a harsh winter that have no mercy on any living creature that lives on its land; Viktor let out a heavy sigh as he walked down those well-remembered streets, only to stop by something that was caught by the corner of his eyes, a flower shop..

Viktor stared at the shop for a moment, there were sunflowers for sale.. his favorite flowers. his senses seemed to stop working and time seemed to freeze, he looked down at his watch to see which time is it: 'It's nearly midnight... what shop stays open until this time?' he questioned himself, as he shook his head as he snapped back to reality, he walked towards the shop, his gaze focused on the beautiful sunflowers, it seemed like these flowers were the only thing that picked his interest, but he was wrong.. There was a lady standing between those flowers touching them with a careful touch as her lips moved, was she singing? Was she talking to the flowers? Viktor stopped dead in his tracks as he eyed the lady from the toe to the top of her head..Viktor hesitated for a moment before continue walking to the shop, as he got close, he pushed the door with his big gloved hand, the bell that was attached above to the door's frame rang, signaling someone's arrival, the lady who stood between the sunflower turned her head to the door, stopping what she was doing and walking up to the person with an apologetic smile she spoke in a soft tone.. "uhm.. Sir.. I'm sorry to say this but the shop is closed now.." she looked at him, she really had to arch her neck to just look at his face, as he was incredibly tall, she smiled hoping that he'll understand and leave. But no.. That's not what was in Viktor's mind as it seems, he looked down at her small fragile frame, his face expression remained cold and deadly serious.

As the lady made eye contact with his rubby eyes, she felt a shiver going down her spine, she broke the eye contact and looked down as she started to grow a bit uncomfortable by the tall man's presence.

With a swift motion, Viktor lifted his gloved hand, and pointed at the beautiful-looking sunflowers. "How much." With a deep voice he uttered those words, which sent another shiver down the lady's spine again. She slowly looked at what he's pointing at, and then a small smile tugged at her lips. "i..." she started, thinking what to say..

She took a step towards the flowers. "well... they're not really for sale..yet.. you see, they're still growing.. but if you insist on buying them then i can serve them for you.." she said while playing with her fingers feeling a bit nervous now.

Viktor on the other side just stayed silent, deciding what to do while his gaze shifted between the lady and the sunflowers, then with a hum he pulled out his wallet and spoke again. "I want to buy all. and i want you to care of them until they grow this much.." he put his hand a little above his elbow, as he looked at the lady with dull eyes.

[Name] looked at him in disbelief 'is this man insane or what..?' she asked herself then gave the man an uneasy awkward smile "w-well.. first, there's over 20 flowers here.. and each bouquet of 5 flowers costs 1500 rubles.. and uhm.. I don't think I can take care of them for you.. I mean..-" before she can even continue, the man stepped closer, closing the distance between him and her as he then put his heavy hand on her tiny shoulder, his grip was tightening a little by a little, he looked down at the petite lady as he gave her a daring look to keep giving those excuse that he obviously weren't going to listen to.

"you will do as I say, i do not want hear your excuses at all." he said as his speech held a heavy, thick russian accent and his english was broken a bit, then he smiled a tiny smile, a terrifying one, his rubby eyes held a sick sadistic look as he expected the petite lady to just nod and obey his request.. no, command. Viktor always loved having control over people. He simply...enjoyed it.

But there again, he was wrong, as the lady did something unexpected, his short enjoyment was suddenly interrupted by a burning pain that exploded on his cheek as she has slapped him, hard. Viktor's eyes widened at the sudden action, his smile completely dropped, his eyes looked darker now as he frowned letting out a low growl and tilted his head to the side looking into the female's face who was also now frowning and holding a dead serious look. "hands off...'' She said her tone was colder and harsher than the soft and gentle tone she used earlier.

"and get out of my shop." she added, rather rudely.. Viktor snorted before letting out a sick laugh, he looked like the maniac, this man was definitely insane... he grabbed the lady's wrists in one hand, she was really tiny compared to the man, as then he released her shoulder that he was holding to keep her in place, he moved his free hand to her face, gripping her jaw tightly and making her face closer to his, she can feel his hot breath tickling her soft skin and as his

breath smelled like a mix of cigarettes and vodka, [Name]'s face twisted in disgust and anger. he chuckled.. And laughed again.. he was an absolute maniac.. "..i like feisty girls like you... They fun to break.." he whispered to her between his chuckles, his eyes filled with a burning fire of sadism and anger while the little lady was still struggling in his grip gritting her teeth and squirming against him. "..FUCKING LET GO!" she screamed at him before spitting at his face and directly after launching a strong kick to his crotch.

Viktor let out a loud growl as his grip on her jaw and wrists loosened and stepped back as he held crotch and crouched down a little, and wiped the spit off his face with his gloved hand.. "маленькая шлюха¹..." he growled again, as he stood up and looked at his glove disgusted by the slight glowing spit on it, he looked back at the lady with an annoyed expression.. Before turning and heading to the door, finally deciding to leave. "i be back tomorrow...and i want those sunflowers ready. I would like all in pots." and before the lady even could say anything, he left the shop. [Name] fell to the ground and curled up feeling tears roll down her face to drop on the ground, as her brain kept thinking, questioning and trying to process what the hell just happened...

The next morning [Name] woke up on the ground, dry tears still on her cheeks, she sat up rubbing her eyes, then a flashback of yesterday crossed her mind, she flinched at the memories of yesterday's night and got up looking around the shop.. Everything was alright, nothing was ruined, nothing was broken... but her.. she got up shaking off the sad feeling that is overwhelming her, she looked at her phone and thought.. 'shall i call the police?...' she reached for her phone grabbing it but before she could even dial the police's number, the door's bell rang, [Name]'s eyes shot to the door, thinking it will be the man of yesterday, but to her surprise it was just another customer, thankfully... it was a child with his mother, [Name] gave her best smile to them as she greeted them with the most soft and cheerful tone. The child wandered around looking at every flower kind and wowing at them, the mother leaned on the counter and looked over the sunflowers then she asked:

"you grow such beautiful flowers in this shop, i want to ask how much a sunflower cos—"

a loud crash was heard in the corner of the shop, both of the females looked towards the noise source with worried expressions.

It was the kid, he dropped one of the medium-sized pots, the kid started crying as he ran to his mother, clinging to her leg as he apologized between his sobs, the mother picked her son up while patting his back and assuring him that its okay.. The mother looked at the owner of the shop, [Name], with an apologetic smile. "I'm so sorry for what he did.. I can pay for the broken pot—" but she was cut off by [Name], "—No no no no! It's alright.. He didn't mean to. No need.. That pot was cracked anyway, i remember." she smiled at the mother reassuringly her, then she opened a drawer that was under the counter, picking out a candy from there and giving it to the kid, "it's okay little one.. it's okay, here have this candy, please stop crying.'' The mother smiled at [Name] and thanked her. Soon more customers started to come and leave the shop, either buying or asking about flowers.

Those customers made [Name] be distracted from the events that happened to her yesterday with that man, so her day was all good and nice.. That's until a familiar man walked in..

He was tall and looked big boned, almost towering over anything and anyone that was around him. He had dark short hair that was almost black and brushed to the side. He had a round, tired, serious face. His dull rubby eyes are nearly always red and surrounded with dark circles underneath his tired eyes and with a more prominent nose.

His clothes are neat and tidy as he wore a long heavy dark gray and red coat, very dark gray pants, dark brown gloves, and a long red scarf that he seemed to never take off.. And it also seemed that his clothes were never with that many color differences, though, his clothes were kind of royal but a bit old fashioned.

[Name]'s heart and cheerful smile dropped from the sight of the same man from yesterday... she didn't want to deal with him again.. But—

'wait.. What..' [Name] looked at him for a moment.. the man was holding a bouquet of Purple and blue hyacinths.. and if you know.. these flowers are always to symbolize constancy, regret, sincerity and asking for forgiveness…

~{yesterday's night after Viktor left the store}~

After Viktor left the shop, he watched from a far as the lady fell to the ground and curled up in her spot, shaking and crying..

he stared at her for a moment, watching her in her vulnerable state, he liked how she looked.. He liked the fear he made her feel.. But there was another feeling deep inside him...inside his cold, cruel, dead heart.. it made something deep in his heart ache in pain.. was it guilt? pity? Sympathy?.. Viktor's face twisted in annoyance and anger.. he didn't like the sudden feeling he was experiencing, it was unknown to him.. she was annoying to him now.. But then again.. She wasn't..

Viktor walked away, at a quicker pace than he did earlier, he didn't know where to really go, he just kept walking.. As he fought his sadistic, maniac thoughts of doing things to her, that no human or any living being wishes to know or see.

soon, and after walking in a raging state, he found himself in front of his huge mansion door.. he pulled out his keys, picking the right key, he shoved it in the door's hole then twisted it, opening the door kind of aggressively then closing it behind him.. The trio baltics and his sister must be asleep now.. he let out another sigh and quietly walked up stairs, not bothering himself to take his shoes or coat off, as he walked to a specific door, he grabbed the door knob and twisted it, opening it, revealing his organized and neat office. He walked in it, closing the door behind him again and then sitting in his chair, putting his elbows on the surface of his desk and leaning on

them as he put both of his hands on his head.. His thoughts were a mess... his heart was beating fast..

he slid one of his hands down his face.. The same face she dared to slap and spit on....

he gritted his teeth, his jaw and tightened as well as his hand that was on his head, gripping his hair.. his blood was boiling of rage, this woman... this female... the lady that was standing between those sunflowers..

this lady.. she's driving him to the edge of insanity... she didn't let him sleep. she didn't let him concentrate. she didn't give him a chance to distract himself from her, and if a little... but no.. She had flooded over his mind.. He hates this.. He despised everything that was happening with him all because of her.

'her, her, her, her......' was all in his mind..

Then, faint rays of sunshine lightened his room and hit his almost-like-snow pale skin and rubby eyes, making them glow faintly as the sun rises..

_"it's morning already?.. "_ he thought as he raised an eyebrow.. looking at the wall clock..

"5 o'clock.." he said lowly as he got up..

he picked up his keys and walked out of his office, locking it then going down the stairs, he was still dressed he just ran his gloved hand through his hair brushing it to the side, as he was about to open the door, a soft girly voice spoke "Brother?.." the big russian turned his body to look at the person.. who obviously was his dear sister.

"Анастасия? what you doing awake in early morning?" he asked in his deep low voice as he looked at her walking up to him.

Anastasia.. Viktor's little sister, Anastasia has long, straight light golden-blond hair, as it's put down and decorated with a big white hair bow in the back of her head like usual.

She has a round face and a light skin color like her brother, but her face always holds a soft expression as she has beautiful light blue eyes, a small doll-like nose and soft cherry-pink lips.

She wears a light pink dress that was given to her by her only brother—Viktor—that reaches her knees, and her waist is tied with a white waist apron and a ribbon holding it to the dress that is in strawberry-red-and-white stripes, and black mary jane shoes with white stockings.

She's sweet and known for her deep love and caring towards her family, she's just a sweet ball of sunshine and cuteness.

She hugged her big brother with a sweet smile, "Доброе утро!²" she said cheerfully and looked up at him as he patted her head with a small smile on his face. "Доброе утро.." Viktor replied to his sister as she finally let him go.

Even though it was rare for Viktor to smile, he was always to return at least a small smile to his little sister. If anyone else, he wouldn't smile at them. unless…

"Come, I will make you breakfast." Anastasia held his hand and led him to the kitchen. The kitchen of Viktor's house has a classic and functional design. It's filled with traditional cooking equipment and appliances, as well as plenty of counter space for meal preparation. The cabinets and countertops are made of dark, sturdy wood, and the overall space is well-organized with everything in its proper place.

"So, what would you like for breakfast Viktor?" she asked him as Viktor took a chair and sat down resting both of his arms on the table.

"...just some сырники³, Спасибо⁴." he answered in a monotone and with a nod of Anastasia she started cooking, Viktor was silent, he didn't get up to help her, which Anastasia found it a bit strange, usually he would atleast get up to help her even if he won't talk much..

she made the Russian Cheese Pancakes, сырники, Viktor has asked for. Anastasia topped them with some blueberries and greek yogurt then put them for Viktor on the table, while also taking a seat, facing the russian.

"Спасибо.." he thanked her, and started eating without even looking at her. Anastasia frowned a bit as she realized something was bothering her big brother, so it was no wrong for her to check.. "so.. what is wrong?" Anastasia's tone was serious now but still holding some worriedness in it. Viktor stopped eating and looked at his sister, she could see the confusion and pain in his eyes. Something was definitely wrong with him.

with a heavy sigh, Viktor told her everything that happened with the lady that owns the flower shop yesterday.. But he kept the feelings part hidden because he was never the type of man to open up about his feelings, because he believes that 'they don't exist' and that he's 'emotionless'..

Anastasia's reaction was confused for a moment but she was definitely not surprised, she knows her brother well, and she knows if he wants something he'll get it in any way possible, with a sigh she got up.

"Finish your breakfast now, then, I'll tell you what to do. Basically.. You have to apologize to the lady.." she explained in her soft but serious tone. Viktor frowned at her, he didn't like being commanded around or being told what to do.. but since it was his sister who has been like a caring mother to him.. he just looked down at his food and continued eating without a word.

Anastasia smiled and looked over the clock that hung on the kitchen's wall. It was 7 o'clock now.

After Viktor finished his breakfast, he picked his used plate and fork and walked to the sink putting them there then returning to his sister, she wore a fluffy white cap with a veil, similar to traditional mourning dress. Her overcoat is light pink with deep pink flowers, having two sets of stitches going down the front with ribbons at the end of them. The coat's cuffs are frilled with. Underneath her dress, she wears a white button-up garment with a fluffy, white muffler on top of it. She also wore reddish-brown boots and white mittens. She was ready to leave with Viktor somewhere. "let's go, we're going to another flower shop to buy some flowers for the lady, as an apology." she explained again in her soft tone, Viktor didn't bother himself to reply, he just gave her a small nod and opened the door, walking outside his sister followed, closing the door behind her they both started walking down the cold streets, it was a bit crowded despite being cold in the city. as they walked, they passed by [Name]'s shop.

Viktor looked at the Shop with the corner of his eyes, she was awake now, even there were customers. She was smiling, laughing.. he looked at her like she's an angel standing there—

"she's really pretty.." Anastasia spoke, making Viktor snap out of his thoughts, he looked down at Anastasia, they were standing

'How long have we been standing here?..' he thought, embarrassed, as a faint blush covered his right cheek. looking at the lady in the shop for once more, he frowned and started walking again with a quick pace and without even waiting for Anastasia this time.

"annoying girl..." he muttered under his breath, making sure that no one would hear him.

Anastasia on the other side was struggling a bit to keep up her pace with Viktor. "Viktor slow down, you're walking too fast!!" Anastasia complained, reaching for her brother's coat and tugging on it.

Viktor halted, and looked down at her with an annoyed expression on his face, Anastasia simply pointed at another flower shop, it was also filled with flowers but there were also sunflowers for sale.. but Viktor strangely found it boring.. Unlike the..lady that was between the sunflowers' shop.

They walked in the shop, and there were two guys working there, and a few customers around.

A guy with brown hair and green eyes walked up to Viktor and Anastasia with a bright smile. "Добро пожаловать в наш цветочный магазин! Как я могу вам помочь?⁵" the guy asked, while the other guy was taking care of the other customers.

Anastasia smiled at the brown haired guy. "Добрый день!⁶ I have a question, do you know which flowers symbolize constancy and regret?" she asked the guy, her soft smile and tone never really separate her behavior.

"Ah yes! purple and blue hyacinths, white roses too. But i recommend the blue and purple hyacinths more.'' The guy answered her kindly as he lifted his hand pointing to the bunch of beautiful flowers he mentioned that were in beautifully decorated baskets with tiny colorful bows on the basket's arched, braided handle. with an amazed gasp and sparkling eyes, Anastasia

walked over to the flowers in the baskets. "Милый..⁷" the brown haired guy muttered, and Viktor shot him a deadly look; if looks could kill, that guy would've dropped dead.

The guy froze in his place as he felt awkward and sweating appeared on his forehead. "w-well!.. would you like me to wrap them for you?'' The guy walked up to Anastasia, but he still could feel Viktor's eyes glaring at him still like it's some sort of laser eyes digging holes in the back of the guy's head, it was very uncomfortable for the guy. However, he made his way to the hyacinths grabbing one of the little baskets and picking the beautiful smelling flowers from it then wrapping them in a big white paper decorated with light pink and yellow dots as he then adorned it with a light blue bow. It looked cute. Handing the bouquet to Anastasia, she grabbed it close to her chest and sniffed it,

The fragrance of blue and purple hyacinths is delightful and captivating. Blue hyacinths give off a sweet, fresh scent with hints of honey and vanilla, while purple hyacinths emit a slightly more intense and earthy fragrance with a touch of musk and a hint of pine. When combined, the scent is a harmonious blend of these two distinct aromas, with the sweeter notes of the blue hyacinths balancing out the more intense scent of the purple hyacinths. The result is a truly unique and intoxicating floral fragrance that makes Anastasia's nose melt into the smell while her light blue eyes sparkle cutely.

Viktor's patience was running out; he paid for the bouquet and left the shop with his younger sister. "Here, you're going to give it to the lady and apologize, okay?" she handed the bouquet to her older brother who grabbed it almost with no care and just nodded at Anastasia who smiled. As they walked, they got close to [Name]'s flower shop. Something tingled in Viktor's heart, but he didn't understand or know what it was yet. his young sister waved at him and said her goodbyes and walked back to the mansion. Viktor looked at his sister as she walked away feeling no worry about his sister walking back home alone, because he knew who hid under her soft face. Turning his head to the shop he tugged his gloved hand at his red scarf allowing some cold air to hit his sensitive neck, then he walked up to the shop, crossing the street, taking those steps who gave a dominant vibes as if he the one who owned russia's streets and land. and he did. pushing that door with his hand, his gaze is only fixed on her.

~{Back to the present, Today}~

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Hey yall, hope yall enjoyed the story, i know its pretty long but yeh..

So uh i think its obvious that this is my first time publishing a story but yeh. I dont even know why did i pick hetalia 2p character. But i did. I just got dragged to the fandom somehow.

translations:

little slut.

Good morning!

3. сырники: A traditional russian cheese pancakes!

4.Спасибо: Thank you

5. Welcome to our flower shop! How can I help you?"

6. a formal hello (in belarusian) ((i guess. Lol))

7. Cute

#russia x reader #2p russia #x reader #hetalia #long post #first chapter #long reads #first post #tw #ash the salad #reblog #istg i will post the 3rd chapter soon 😭😭😭

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nooneherexp · 10 months ago

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I got inspired by that post above and I said, why not write some small post right here, and right now..Eeeeeven if it's a bit too early for Halloween I hope I wont break a rule here haha-

Halloween party with 2p!hetalia characters and their S/O:

I'll do just america now I still have some job after me haha.. I may do a part 2 or more who knows :]

tw: idk just some slight NSFW maybe wink wink ;)

You sit there in a lazy position with your head resting on your hand, watching and listening to them fighting over who's gonna host the Halloween party this year... they just suggested to host a Halloween party as they considered it a cool idea for this year but...

Everyone is screaming and fighting with the other except Russia.. he seems.. confident that he's the one who'll host the party this year...

And Germany is just over there not doing nothing.

How it started? Oh you were just a normal person living your life normally, until suddenly and somehow you found yourself with these guys. Life goes fast right?

You keep staring at them all until a bright idea popped up in your head.

"OOOKAYY!! EVERYONE LISTEN UP!.." You shout as you clap with your hands, catching everyone's attention. Smiling, you feel a bit confident of yourself and take a breath.

"How about I choose who's gonna host the Halloween party this year?" You suggest to them and they think for a little before agreeing.

"Wait..did you guys just..simply agree on that?..." you ask in disbelief.

"hai. so go on and pick one quickly, I dont like waiting." Japan says strictly as he taps his foot on the ground impatiently.

"oh." You look at them for a moment before grinning. "Alright... " you look at them for a long moment, everyone is waiting for your choice now.

"Well well.. the lucky who's gonna host the party is...." you lift your hand in the air and closed your eyes, your brain just suddenly decided to choose randomly so that no one will hate you for not choosing them.

You drop your hand and point when you open, guess we have a lucky winner here and it is:...

2p!America 🇺🇸!:

Oh that guy is pretty known of hosting some dam good parties in almost every special event, and Halloween will be no exception! So when he realises that he's the chosen one he'll shout in pride. "AHA! I knew it! I knew it will be me, in your faces suckers!"

Then he'll approach you and ruffle your hair playfully as he smiles at you. "Knew you'll never disappoint me dollface" he grins at you then turns to others as he starts announcing about when the party starts and exactly where. He's so excited for the Halloween day, he wishes if he could throw a party right here and now but he knows he have to be a little patient.

At the party day~

You ring the bell of the American's house, the outside decorations were spooky and amazing, carved pumpkins, spiders webs and even fake body parts with fake blood on it all, it adorned the place perfectly as it gave that spooky atmosphere it was amazing. The door opens itself to you, but not in a creepy slow way, it slammed open which made you jump and scream dropping some candies that you collected on your way to his house from other houses. He then showed up, laughing his ass off at you as he held a camera in his hand. "oh my god [Name] your reaction was HILARIOUS!!!" and he continues laughing as you pout at him. "That's not fair! I just arrived-" you cross your arms and continue pouting like the little kid there. "Nuh-uh, not my problem it is Halloween, HAPPY HALLOWEEN BY THE WAY!" You smile and give him a light punch on his chest. "Happy Halloween to you too" you respond and he steps aside letting you inside his house.

The party goes amazing, there was all the candy and food you could carve to eat in the special spooky Halloween day and you can't deny that it was too delicious than it looks, except...the corn candy.. poor candy.

America never leaves your side, he's everywhere you go. "won't you go enjoy your time with the others a little?" you ask him as you hold your drink in that red plastic cup, and he shakes his head and just smiles, "Nah, I rather have fun with you tonight, dollface ;)" his eyes are holding a bright spark in them...

while he follows you to every corner you go, he also compliments your costume a lot yet he says that its not better than his haha.

🌶.

not so many moments later you find yourself against the bedroom door, AL's hands grabbing your waist harshly as he pressed his erection against you and a knee between your legs as he kissed you with his lips and tongue, you shocked for some air and moaned at his movements... he just couldn't hold back anymore... he wanted to eat you out the moment he opened the door for you. how cute you looked in your halloween costume it just turned him on so badly...

you tug on his shirt and whine breathlessly and he parts his lips away from yours, taking a big deep breath in you, you feel a big relieved but still dizzy as for Allen, oh he misses your lips already. "look at you..." he backs up a bit and places his hands on the sides of your heated face caressing your red cheeks, his gaze switching between your body, eyes and lips that glowed under the dim light of the room.

after a long heated session of making out and touching he slowly lead you to bed each step you two took towards the bed he took off a piece of your clothing, while he stayed fully dressed still, not fair he knows, but he's only focused on you right now, can you blame him? he pushes you on bed and you fell backwards into the soft mattress and cold sheets, and he starts to unbuckle his pants because it's a bit too tight for him now, you watch silently for a couple seconds before smirking. "remind me what you dressed as this year." you spoke and he slowly shifted his gaze at you. "Sonice the Hedgehog" he grinned at your confused "thought it's huggy wuggy..." you whispered and he froze then looked at you "was it really not that obvious for you??!.." he seemed to be either disappointed or hurt by what you said. "eh?.. you still look handsome thought, just with a hint of cuteness now." you confessed and smiled and you roll on the bed lying on your stomach wiggling your ass at him. "So..." you start and he climbed on top of you supporting his weight on an arm while his other rubbed your thighs. "so?.." he whispered back his tone seemed a bit upset... guess you're going to have it rough tonight and lose your ability to walk for a longer period, oopsie..

yall— first time writing such stuff lmao i couldn't lolololol— hope yall like this

btw i followed what @headingalaxys-spicy chose for the characters to wear this year lol, thanks to her that she didn't let me suffer thinking what they'll wear 🙏🏼

if any mistakes found pls ignore, never wrote abt america tbh— ;v;

anyway love yall <3

Yo! Gotta say it dude

I love your writing, headcanons n AUs, trust me whenever I got the chance to catch a look on this phone screen I hop on tumblr and read smth from u fr, thank u for saving me and lot of ppl who follow ur acc from boredom and other things.

Buuuuut I also got a little request here, ofc if u don't mind,

So I'm sorta obsessed with 2p'hetalia , especially with 2p Russia(and ig that's obvious lol), can ya write some more about Viktor braginsky(2p russia), like literally anything you want.. I just wanna read anything about that man 😩🤌🏼 - ash the salad🥗💜

Again thank you <3

Honestly, I love having my ask box open. The majority of y’all are giving me the will to live sometimes. I hope this does not disappoint. Enjoy! :)

2p Russia during Spooky Season Headcannons

He’s likely written down plot 5,769 to torment and kill 2p America in one of the many journals he keeps. [Al pranked Viktor again by egging his house, teepeeing it, and also having a well-covered pitfall that Viktor fell into and broke his arm]

“I’ve had enough of this bullshit. Stupid American has to pay piper.”

Viktor either likes to serve his Karma cold like the ice tundra he was born into, or he’ll make a Rube Goldberg-like machine that seems to have an anti-climactic end, only to have it be devastating. The delayed devastation will be something that fucks all up Al so much to where he will have to reincarnate his entire body, not to mention the fucking recovery time will be a month or so. [For perspective, it takes at least 24 hours-78 hours (usually) for any nation to recover if they’ve been fatally injured]

Night owl. Viktor enjoys the solace of the night. This works for him since being around too many people or just people, in general, annoys and drains him. Since it’s Fall, sunlight is far more scarce. Viktor will also enjoy strolls through the forest under the guidance of the moonlight if, for whatever reason, he’s unable to sleep or concentrate on any task he needs to complete or a hobby of his.

Viktor loves going to movie theatres when they’re mostly empty. He goes to see the yearly installment of whatever popular horror movie is out. On occasion, he will be impressed by a breakout masterpiece or some film director's magnum opus, which will make him want to rewatch a movie. [By rewatch, I mean it’s background noise for him while he knits, does chores, or cooks.]

Viktor knows of the best-hidden libraries and bookshops and the best Halloween displays for the top books of the season. He likes to pick his top 5 and read through them to see which ones are the best and rank them in his journals.

The dude can carve some intricate pumpkins. I’m talking about hyperrealistic-looking monsters from Russian folklore. Viktor even carves other things such as ghoulish faces, eyes, and ghosts [that somehow he made to look translucent with just a candle and his X-ACTO knife.] These will be the main decorations that adorn his house.

Some of his other favorite decorations are spiders and their webs.

He will always dress as the Grim Reaper because he has bright scarlet eyes, a menacing demeanor, and a terrifying aura. Plus, with the hood obscuring half of his face…. Yeah, his citizens know full well he’s not to be fucked with. [unless you really just give no fucks and don’t have a vested interest in having a quality of life or…being alive]

In the bar Viktor frequents, the owner had cut a deal with him: Be here in Sept & Oct dressed as the Grim Reaper and let people trouble him for a picture, and he gets paid in any Vodka he can drink for the night, his own special place in the bar that won’t be crowded by people, and fifty Rubes per hour. To Viktor, it's not a bad deal. The owner even had a scythe commissioned to be made with Sterling Silver to make sure he could look as accurate as the Grim Reaper as possible.

On the actual day of Halloween in the morning [3:33 am], he’ll throw a dart at the map of his nation and where it lands will be where he seeks out a mystic babushka to get his fortune read.

#hetalia #hetalloween #2p hetalia #halloween eve #2p america #ash the salad #sorry for not writing for long lol 💔

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