Hetalia Oneshots

☭Yandere Soviet Russia X Spy Reader Pt. 1☭

Warning: Small amounts of fluff here and there

The year is 1987. The Soviet Union was growing even more powerful and experimenting with highly classified weapons of mass destruction. As a spy for the United States, it is my job to be deployed to Russia to spy on what exactly they're up to.

Time Skip

After I arrived in Moscow, I blended in with the crowd. I dressed like everyone else dressed, spoke Russian like everyone else and faked a Russian accent when I spoke. Nobody seemed suspicious, and if someone did, I'd be reported to the NKVD and probably be thrown in a Gulag. I walked down the crowded, busy streets of Red Square and admired some of the scenery to blend in with everyone else.

I walked back to my hotel and wrote a letter back to the CIA in DC about all of the information I had received. I was looking down at the sidewalk not trying to draw any attention to myself as I knew I looked nervous due to the fact I feared for my life if I was caught.

A few minutes later, I walked back outside and walked down the street where I passed a Soviet Military Base. This place was extremely off-limits even to the citizens. I still looked through the gates when a tall man with blond hair stared back at me. My eyes widened and I turned to run away when he bolted after me. I eventually tripped in the snow and he caught up to me. 

It felt like my heart was going to burst through my chest and he roughly took me by my arm and pulled me off the ground. "What are you doing here?" He said in English. Oh crap...he knew I wasn't from here. "What...do you...mean?" I said slowly with a fake Russian accent pretending I'd lived here all my life and barely spoke English. "Don't play stupid with me, Western Spy. I know you work for the CIA. Now tell me what is your name and who sent you before I make sure you're sent to Gulag."

I started sweating bullets despite the the intense cold, "My name is Y/N and I work for the CIA..." I said softly. Oh, I was in for it now. There was NO way I was leaving here alive. "That's what I thought." He said harshly and threw me over his shoulder as if I was a ragdoll. I gasped and started flailing my arms and legs around as he started walking towards the snowy woods away from the city and the base. "Shhh! Don't draw attention to yourself!" He silenced me.  I huffed and let my body go limp. 

Ivan P.O.V

While I was doing my patrols around the base, I noticed a foreign looking girl staring at me through the chain-link fence. When I stared back at her, she ran off in the other direction. I quickly looked around to make sure no one was watching and I took off after her. She eventually tripped over the snow and I caught up to her. 

I yanked her off of the ground by her arm and I got a better look at her and she was very beautiful. She was probably the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen, with her e/c eyes and her soft h/c hair...Even though she was a spy, I felt there was something special about her. Da...and she WILL be mine...forever. I created a plan in my head to take her home with me where she will be my little wife, whether she wants to or not.

Time Skip

Your P.O.V.

I woke up in a concrete room tied to a chair. Everything was blurry at first, but my eyes soon adjusted to the lighting. "H-Hello? Is anyone there?" I weakly called out. I soon heard a door open and the soldier from earlier walked out. "Oh hello, Sunflower. I see that you're awake and doing well." He smiled with a childish grin. He walked over to me and bent down so that we were eye to eye. "Do you know why you're here?" he said.

"B-Because...I'm a spy." I said. "No...because you're the most beautiful woman I've ever met. I intend to keep you here with me and you will be my wife." He said grinning even wider. "No, I have to get back to America!" I said loudly. "Shh...a little lady like you shouldn't raise her voice like that." I felt my blood start to boil, "Listen! Just let me go!" I said even louder. "No...I don't think you understand the situation you're in Ms. Y/N. Either you stay here with me and be my wife or...you will be reported and punished severely."

He stood back up all the way and began pacing back and forth in front of me. "Now don't worry, I will treat you right; I'll give you everything you want and I'll always be kind to you...doesn't that sound nice?" I thought to myself, "No." He suddenly stopped and looked down at me, "Well?" He placed his hand on my cheek and blushed a small bit. I shuddered slightly, who knows what's going through his head right now...

We both sat in silence for a while, "You know...I don't like being ignored. I would love it if my future wife were to answer me~" He purred slightly. I couldn't lie, he was very attractive. I knew what the alternative was to this...and personally, I'd rather this. "Yes...that sounds nice, but I barely know you, I don't even know your name!" He paused for a moment. "My name is Comrade Ivan Braginski and I am the personification of Mother Russia, but you can call me Ivan."

He slowly walked behind me and began to untie me as he leaned down and whispered in my ear, "If I untie you, do you promise to be a good girl and not cause me trouble?~" I mentally cringed at the way he said that, "Yes, I promise to be a good girl." I rolled my eyes and stood up as the ropes fell to the ground. He took my hand and lead my upstairs from the basement. We continued walking through the large house's empty halls except for fancy Russian rugs and a few portraits of Ivan, two other girls who looked like they were his siblings and portraits of a younger Ivan. 

We eventually stopped in what I assumed was the living room. He sat down on the couch pulling me onto his lap and burying his face in my neck while he wrapped his arms around me. A few minutes that felt like an eternity passed and I felt him softly start kissing my neck. And for some reason, I actually started blushing. I CAN'T possibly be enjoying this. Besides, he's probably just using me to provide pleasure for himself. But then again, he did seem very sincere when he said he loved me...but do I love him?

Well...he was very kind and attractive...Wait, no...I can't be falling under Stockholm Syndrome! I gasped softly and looked down when I felt his hands slide down my sides to my thighs and slowly start rubbing circles in them. He stopped abruptly, "Wait...this is not right. We must be married first, Sunflower." I sighed feeling a bit relieved, "We will be married tomorrow, Da?" My breathing hitched and I felt my heart stop beating for a split second. "T-Tomorrow?" I whispered.

"Da! Tomorrow!" He said smiling again. He slowly slid me off his lap and he stood up again, "It's almost time for supper, Sunflower! We eat now, Da?" He said sweetly, taking my hand. He led me to the dining room where there was a huge table with many chairs. I frowned slightly, I haven't seen anyone in this entire house. It was such a shame really, all these chairs and no one but himself to sit in them. Perhaps that's why he wanted me to marry him, so that he could have someone to be around. 

A few moments later, three nervous looking men came out of the kitchen with many plates of different food. They nervously set them down on the table. Ivan stood up suddenly and caused them all to flinch, "Lithuania, Latvia, Estonia...meet my fiance', Y/N. She and I will be married tomorrow, so please treat her kindly as you would me." He said as he slowly sat back down across from me. The three men looked at me and bowed and ran back to the kitchen.

Shortly, a fluffy brown cat ran up to the table and jumped on top of it. It was a very cute cat, that oddly enough, it had a rather prominent nose like Ivan. It looked very similar to him somehow. The cat strutted over to Ivan's plate and sat down beside it. Ivan smiled and petted the cat's head softly, "Hello, Кошка (Koshka)." The cat simply purred in response and walked over to me. It jumped on my lap and sat there, almost demanding to be petted. I softly stroked the cat's fur.

Time Skip

"Ivan, do you get guests often?" I asked quietly. He looked down, "Um...no." I felt sympathy for the poor man and I can't believe that I'm saying this, but I'm starting to fall for him. He laughed a bit nervously, "It's getting a bit late, isn't it? Let's go to bed, Da?" He held my hand once again and led me upstairs to the master bedroom. I slowly crawled into the bed. He slid under the covers beside me and leaned over me and whispered, "We don't have to do anything you don't want to~" He blushed madly at his own words, "I...I'm um...no thanks...not tonight." I said shyly.

He rolled back over to his spot and whispered again, "Very well, maybe things will be different on our honeymoon." I also blushed a light pink hearing his words. Even though he'd fallen asleep some time later, I was still awake. I just layed there thinking about  my home, my friends and my family back in America. Would I even ever get to see them again? And how am I supposed to marry Ivan? I'm only 19 years old, I'm too young to get married, well I'm just not ready to get married at least.