A Destined Fate: Russia X Reader

Chapter 30: Juice Boxes~

"Hey guys~! I waved smirking slyly "It's about time!" Gilbert, Francis and Antonio stepped out of the car walking to the mansion's doorway where I peered. I motioned for my companions to come in. Hell Russia wouldn't care he was still locked up in his room. To be honest I was pretty pissed at him for it. To relieve some stress I decided to hang out with the trio. But somewhere deep inside I hoped that bringing them would invoke a reaction from the Russian.

They scanned the place around awed at how amazing it was. "You like?" I smirked even wided pleased by their expressions. "Wow I got to say Russia really does have a nice place." Antonio replied softly, gaze still fluttering about. I took a seat on one of the sofas while the three sat on one of their own. "Yeah I hate to admit it but zhis place is pretty cool. Vhere is zhe bastard anyvay." I sighed shaking my head. "I wish you wouldn't call him that and he went to run some errands." I lied continuing "Anyway what do you guys wanna do? I'm bored out of my mind!" Francis grinned sickly leaning forward from where he sat across me. "Maybe you should give us a full tour, one leading to your bedroom." He winked. I blushed at him words growing embarrassed and chucked a remote at him. "WILL YOU STOP WITH YOUR SICK PERVERTED IDEAS!!" Spain pointed a finger at the TV stand "Hey what about that." That as in he meant the gaming console. I shrugged "Okay just be careful it's Latvia's. That's like literally his pride and joy so don't break it guys." Tossing each of them a controller. The only game that seemed fun to play was some COD. All four of us decided that Zombies was the best way to go. Francis sucked at the game but the rest of us were surprising good. "Ugh~! I feel like such an American! It is disgusting!" The Frenchman groaned. Me and Gilbert snickered at his remarked our eyes glued to the screen. "I find that quite offensive. You're just jealous that they can play better then you Francis! Plus look at Gil and Toni they aren't even American and they got skills." Laughing more I added "Maybe it's just the French can't play anything other then one night stands." Now Spain and Prussia were busting out laughing kicking their feet. "Kesseessee~! _______ be nice to France. You knov he's sensitive." I sighed dropping my controller. "I know Francis if it makes you feel better there's a part in my heart that loves you." His face filled with delight at the statement. "Ohohohohos is that so?" I nodded then added "It died." Francis frowned pouting "You are too mean playing 'ard to get _____." Getting up from the couch I headed to the kitchen. "It's what I'm here for. Hey you guys want something?" Hollering as I ravaged through the fridge. "Beer." "Wine." "Churros." Laughing I replied "Okay I'll see if we have any. Oh! You're just in luck we do."

I rejoined my friend handing them each a box of juice. Prussia got one with a piece of paper having 'beer' written on it & was taped to the juice carton. The blonde got one similar but it read 'wine'. I handed Toni a bag full of churros along with a juice box. Lucky for him I was the one to have gotten them at the grocery cause I was fond of the food however I had no problem giving the treat to him. "Gracias!" He smiled seeming to be the only one satisfied. I beamed back "You are very welcome." I turned to the other two "Well? I'm waiting." They stared at me with pupil-less husk. "You are kidding right?" The blonde asked. I shooked my head "No, sorry we didn't have any of that stuff. We have vodka but I'm pretty sure you guys aren't interested in that so I improvised. Enjoy~!" Gilbert stabbed his straw through the box 'Kesseessee'-ing "You are alvays such a troll. Zhe avesome me vill simply have to accept zhis carton of 'beer' vith my shear avesomeness." Francis sighed punching his straw in too "At least it is better then Britian's repulsive cooking."

       ~Meanwhile Somewhere....~

    My head shot up from the newspaper I was reading. America seemed to notice me casting a question look as he sat in a couch beside my chair. "What's up Britain dude?" "Did you hear that just now..." Alfred's brows knitted together in confusion. "No... I didn'thear anything... Are you okay? What, you hear one of your imagine friends or something?" I remained clam from his rather rude remark. "No, it's not that. It was almost as if someone has just criticized my culinary skills..."

       ~Back to Russia's house~

    Me and Gilbert snickered like little school girls at his insult. "Hey _______ did jou hear about the party that suppose to be coming up?" The Spaniard inquired. I jumped onto the couch with a 'thud'. "Nope." Prussia spoke "America is suppose to be have zhis amazing Christmas party so I convinced him to have it over at my avesome place. You should totally come, everyone's going. A party at zhe avesome Prussia's is a party no one vill forget." I thought for a minute thinking. Maybe this is my chance to get Russia out his room... "Can I bring a couple of people?" The albino waved his hand in a carefreely gesture. "Ja, zhe more zhe awesomer." "Okay then I'll be there." I smirked eager for the night to come.

   "Thanks for coming over guys! You made my day a lot awesomer! I'll see you at the party then!" I waved them off as they walked to their car. They signaled a goodbye at me also and then left driving away. I ran back inside sprinting up to Lithuania's room. I kicked the door open to see the trio filling out paper work. Bouncing out of excitement a huge smile plastered from cheek to cheek. "GUYS I HAVE SOMETHING IMPORTANT TO SAY!" They jumped frightened by my sudden entrance. "W-What are you talking about!?" Lithuania stuttered with a facial expression of pure shock. "Go down into the main room. I'll tell you guys all about it." Before any could reply I booked out their room heading to Ivan room. "RUSSIA YOU BETTER GET OUT BEFORE I M-" Immediately I stopped in my tracks to see him peering out his doorway. "Little one why are you making so much ruckus. It is very hard to concentrate you know."

   My heart stopped and my knees caved in from under me as I fell to the ground. Ivan. It felt like I hadn't seen him in years and that tugged at my heart strings. He noticed me and came running to my side baffled. "Little one are you okay?" The nation pulled me close and I stared blankly at the ground as my vision grew hazy. "I...Ivan you actually came out.... I... I missed you so much." The platinum-ette smiled softly giggling "I know, you told me before." The male smelt of vodka and sunflower. It was nice to be able to smell his aroma again... it was nice to even to hear him speak. Tears deliberately make their way down my cheeks. Why am I crying? Why do I care so much?

"Oh no please do not cry." Guilt consumed the Russian as he cradled my form closer gently whispering. "I'm sorry _____ I promise to never do something like that again. I just..." He hesitated for a second trying to search for the right words. "Needed time by myself to think." I didn't care what he had to think about i was just glad to see him. Nodding i rub the tears away. Russia smiled his normal childish expression placing a hand on my cheek. "Come on let us go see the others. You did have something important to tell us after all." I got up pushing the sorrow away and grinned knowing my plan would work perfectly now. Grasping the Russian's arm I dragged him, pacing ourselves away. It seemed to surprise the nation but he went along with it chuckling as his giant form followed.

   It was night now and everyone was asleep. Each one was speechless when I informed them of the party and reluctantly they agreed. I would make sure my friends wouldn't regret going. Grabbing my coat I then lock the door as I paced outside, the cold crispness immediantely hits me. It was definitely going to snow again. Snow crunches at the pressure of my converse cracking it's white milky surface. I was planning on celebrating Christmas with everyone so I was able to get my job with the help of Lithuania though he was unaware if my motives. Resting my bare hands into the pockets of my (F/C) hoodie. I would need a thicker coat for the Russian winters but first.. A cheerful grin slid to my chilled pink cheeks. I need to get presents.