Hetalia Reader Inserts

Russia x Reader

Russia (Ivan Braginsky) x Reader

Snow fell from the sky and landed on the frozen ground. The beauty of mother nature lasted for a second before the sound of screaming and gunshots filled her ears once again. She watched as her comrades fell one by one the longer the fighting lasted. (Y/N) clutched her gun tightly to her chest and took a deep breath. She peeked her head out of the trench and shot her gun. She heard the familiar scream from across no man's land. The routine she had created for herself continued until night fell. The sound of guns and the panicked voices of her comrades lessened under the cover of the night sky. With the sounds not completely consuming her senses, she could hear simple things such as the breathing of her fellow soldiers. 

She looked to her left and observed the hunched over form of a male. His silver hair remained plastered to his forehead and his violet eyes seemed guarded when he looked over at her. "You look horrible" she stated. His expression didn't change "Thanks." She watched him watch the snow falling down. The pureness of the white snow became tainted as the blood of thousands of soldiers came into contact with it. She leaned back against the dirt wall "Do you mind if I vent a little?" She glanced over at him to notice him quietly shake his head. (Y/N) smiled slightly as she stared up at the stars twinkling brightly in the night sky despite the heavy air of despair in the trenches.

A loud scream and the sound of a gun firing in the distance made her wince. She moved slightly closer to the male "I don't know what we're fighting for anymore." He looked over at her with curious eyes "What do you mean? We're fighting for our nation." She nodded and glanced at him momentarily "I understand that. I love my nation, and I'd gladly die for it, but what exactly is our nation fighting for?" He remained silent and she decided to continue "We fight for what our nation fights for. This war....what is the purpose of this war? What is our nation fighting for? I may not know everything, but from what I've seen, this dispute isn't worth dying for." She looked over at him and paused at his troubled expression "If my words trouble you, then ignore them." 

He shook his head and clenched his gun tightly "I don't know. At first, the war was noble. We were fighting to protect innocent people, but now things have changed. The government is using this war as an excuse to gather unneeded resources. My people are dying for nothing." A heavy silence hung over the two soldiers. (Y/N) sighed and placed her gun down next to her on the ground "What's your name?" "Ivan Braginsky" he stated, looking over at her "And you?" "(Y/N)" she replied, looking over into his violet eyes. Something felt different about him, but she couldn't quite place it.

The wind started to pick up and she clutched her military jacket closer to herself as a chill swept throughout her body. She watched as Ivan remained unfazed by the drop in temperature "Are you not cold?" He shook his head "The cold doesn't bother me much these days." She unconsciously shifted closer to him "Lucky you." He sighed and scooted closer to her to pull her into his side "It's colder at night. This should warm you up a bit." Heat coursed throughout her body as she flushed in embarrassment "This isn't proper." He pulled her a little closer "Others are doing it as well. There's nothing improper about this." She looked at her surroundings properly. Her fellow soldiers huddled together to conserve warmth in the harsh winter. She nodded and snuggled a little closer to him "Thank you." He remained silent instead of replying. He glanced down at the sleeping form of the female to notice her pink nose and ears. 

He grabbed his scarf and hesitated briefly. He fought away his unease and gently wrapped the warm material around her neck and bottom half of her face to the best of his ability. He ignored the cold wind hitting his sensitive neck and instead watched over her. He adjusted himself and watched with a small smile as she snuggled into him more. He looked away from her to survey the soldiers in his team. They appeared exhausted emotionally and physically. He could feel their exhaustion within him. He could feel it every time one of them died or had been injured during the war. Ivan stared back up at the untainted night sky and briefly recalled what his homeland had been like before disaster had struck. He looked down at the sleeping female "We're going to go home. I promise."

Notes:

"She looked to her left" is a joke about how Russia is on the left of the political spectrum 

He's a nation and she's human. She doesn't know that he's a nation but she suspects it with the line "Something felt different about him." 

Not based on an actual war, however, I did use terminology from WWI and it is set around that time.  

There's this idea that he is very fond of his scarf so giving it to her is very symbolic and shows there's a level of trust. He wouldn't have given it to her if she were awake because he's not quite there yet. 

Prompt: "Don't know what we're fighting for"

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. 

Next is Norway.