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Russia x Reader - A Damaged Heart (Chapter 1)

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Ivan didn’t want to go.

 

He had said that a hundred times before and he’ll say so a hundred times again. It wasn’t his fault that he was quite a seclusive person, that was just how he was raised and that was not on pretty circumstances. He had asked not to go and to continue his usual routine but his boss wouldn’t have any of that and told him he had already been transferred there. It was aggravating to say the least.

 

Though there was a plus side. His sisters went, so at least he’d know someone, and maybe then his boss would stop yelling at him to get out of his mansion more often. It’s not his fault that the mansion felt more comforting than reality.

 

Maybe he’d even get some more…allies. Yeah, that would be nice. He hadn’t interacted from his comrades thoroughly since 1945 (they did have the occasional meeting) but that was a long time ago, but from the pamphlet he was given, the place where he was going seemed to house people like him.

 

Countries.

 

So that’s how he ended up in this situation. With his very soft shade of pink scarf wrapped around his neck, regardless of the sunny weather, and the World Academy W uniform coated onto his skin, camouflaging himself with the rest of the students that walked around campus; the scent of fresh cut grass whizzing in the air.

 

It was strange to almost look like everyone else. He was so used to being pointed out about his differences that it almost seemed weird to not have people staring or shivering with fear from his presence.

 

He smiled childishly behind the fabric of his neck warmer and looked at the front building up and down, examining the American, old fashioned brick building. The school was based in New York because the founder of it was from America or something on the lines of that; he hadn’t really cared enough to read about the small details. It did not concern him anyway.

 

The soft fabric of his white shirt and dark blue blazer caressed his pale skin when he moved and it felt much lighter then the coat he would usually wear. Ivan was a bit sad when he found out he was not allowed to dress in such attire to school but he had to just understand and not ask questions. That’s the first lesson you learn in life folks.

 

The smart and polished shoes he wore softly stomped their way towards the front doors that towered up at the entrance of the building, but it seemed rather normal for Ivan’s height. People were shoving towards the entrance or escaping their way from the dreaded things inside to go eat lunch, chat with friends or to get ready for their next lesson. Most people didn’t do that to him though, since when they saw the skyscraper male and his threatening but kind purple eyes, all the students made sure to keep a small distance as not to annoy the Russian giant.

 

‘So this is what it is like to be at a school…’ Ivan thought as he finally entered the main hallway to see it cleaned to perfection with lockers lined across every wall space there was. It was a typical styled American school, but it had this aging atmosphere about it, and many things were decorated in different types of styles from different cultures and countries.

 

‘It’s very different to my country…but not any better.’ The big boned representative cheerfully told himself in his mind as he continued to have that soft smile on his round but adorable face. ‘Maybe I’ll even be making a lot of friends…’

 

Looking around the entire place with small head movements and intrigued smiles, Ivan failed to notice a feminine body walking slowly towards him, too engrossed with what she was carrying to look up (the girl was most probably making sure that nothing fell from her hands).

 

So when the two bumped into each other, it certainly made them both jump a bit.

 

Dropping the revision books and homework files, the (brunette/blonde/ext)’s (skin colour) cheeks tinted into a shade, which reminded Ivan of his scarf; she panicked slightly, obviously feeling bad for not paying closer attention.

 

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there…!” She apologized, staring into his violet hues with her own (eye colour) orbs that were flooding with emotions such as embarrassment and bashfulness. The shade of her cheeks seemed to intensify, but Ivan had yet to figure out why.

 

The gentle smile that was glued onto the Beige-haired country looked down at her but there seemed to be this weird eerie vibe to it that she couldn’t quite shake off. It didn’t really threaten her to be truthful, but it made the clumsy girl wonder why he was forming such an atmosphere. She wondered if he even knew that he grimaced such a look at her.

 

“Maybe you should look better next time, Да? We wouldn’t want this to happen again.” Though he seemed to be trying to reassure the petite student that things were fine, the way he replied and the method of his appearance would have made anyone think otherwise. “Make sure to look more closely next time.”


She nodded softly and leaned down to pick up the scattered papers of her freedom-wanting work. Ivan seemed to catch onto this because to her surprise, he helped her pick them up.

 

“I’ll be sure to do so…” She mumbled sheepishly as she finally picked up all the runaway tests and notes from the ground and stood up, finding it slightly amusing that the living being that stood in front of her was nearly taller than her, even when he was leaning down.

 

Ivan stood up casually after her, handing her the used-to-be tree with his beam still on his face. He had such baby features that she could probably have considered it cute.

 

Taking the papers from his hand, she showed him a grateful twinkle and stacked her homework and such back into a neat pile to, hopefully, not fall down again. “Thank you.”


Пожалуйста.” The ex-Soviet Union simply responded with a sexy Russian accent that got her blushing. She had recognized his voice before but the way he rolled his words when he spoke his native tongue was very pleasant to say the least.

 

Snapping out of her small admiration and hurrying away, the (Nationality) lady’s bag was the only thing Ivan heard for a while as he watched her wondering figure vanish. When she was completely out of sight, he looked away as if nothing happened and continued his trek to where the admission register was so he could figure out which classrooms he was assigned to.


Images of the red-faced girl flashed through Ivan’s mind with curiosity; his babyish smile still plastered on his face as if someone had painted it on there with quick drying liquids like it was a canvas.

 

‘She seemed nice…’ He thought, but then the canvas got an addition of a purple acrylic shade around it. ‘You can’t trust people like her…’


‘Those are the ones I need to look out for or they will get thorough beating from Mr. Pipe…’

 

 

 

 

 

It had taken the representative of the largest country in the world a while to get things sorted. The teacher, who seemed rather bored with her job, took a long time to point out where his lessons were and whom they were with. The employee had guided him to his first classroom for the day and then suddenly left him there to do the rest of the work.

 

It wasn’t so bad really, but it did seem rather rude to leave a new student alone even if you could argue that you did indeed help at one point.

 

Carefully and somewhat nervously, Ivan’s colossal hand gripped onto the cold metal, circular doorknob of his math class and entered the room with a gentle knocking sound. The glint that was in his eyes twinkled but he kept his guard up since he was not expecting people to want to be friends with him. They hadn’t want to before so why would that change now?


The only shiver that rushed through his spine was the fact that everyone had turned his or her attention to him, not from the icy touch of the iron handle.


“Oh hello…” A gentle, Greek accent resounded through the silent oxygenated room. The voice was soft and ladylike and it nearly transfixed the sunflower lover into becoming as calm and tender as a moving river that would glisten with the most awe-inspiring shades of blue.

 

Ivan moved his head in the direction of the noise to see a beautiful tanned brunette standing next to an old blackboard with a chalk in her hand. She had a welcoming smile on her face and she looked to be only in her twenties, but she must have been a country so it didn’t surprise Russia why she would look so young.

 

“You must be the new student.” She confirmed, as she put her chalk down on her desk, not caring about the mess it would make. She continued smiling almost lazily and motioned for Ivan to stand next to her. “Well it would be rude if we didn’t get an introduction. Don’t worry, we won’t bite…I hope.”


Still smiling, the new student walked to the teacher and stood beside her like he had been told. Ivan’s purple eyes examined the rows of people sitting in front of his sight and moved his scarf slightly to try and appear friendly.


Привет! My name is Ivan but you will call me Russia since I represent Mother Russia. We will be good friends, Да?” Still as good as introductions as ever, Ivan continued his sparkling, hiding his shy blush behind his pink scarf.

 

Most people flinched when they saw the Russian Federation with his smile and tall, shadowing structure and some even shriveled into their chairs in fear. Others looked shocked at his forwardness and even grimaced at the idea of being in the same room, breathing the same air as Ivan.

 

Noticing this but not caring, the Federal semi-presidential country was used to this sort of treatment even when he was trying to be nice and just continued smiling.

 

“That was lovely Russia.” The Ancient nation next to him stated as she scanned the classroom for a seat. She spotted a seat next to one of her favourite students who was hidden away in her writing book, taking notes. “If you could take a seat over there, that would be wonderful. Oh, and before I forget to mention, my name is Miss Karpusi, I will be your math teacher for this semester.”

 

Taking in the new information, the Russian nodded his head thankfully and walked to the only free seat in the direction where Miss Karpusi gestured. Her name reminded him of someone, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on whom.

 

Once Ivan had made himself comfortable on his assigned desk, Miss Karpusi made everyone introduce themselves by shouting out their names and what country they represented. The class ranged from European to Asian nations and each initiated themselves in rather peculiar ways. Russia took notes in his head to make sure he wouldn’t forget any details on anyone.

 

They were just about to reach the end of the list until Miss Karpusi grabbed the (who was seated next to Ivan) studious scholar’s attention with a click of her fingers (they were seated at the back, near the end of the line). The schoolgirl lifted her head up to look into the emerald eyes of her educator and became slightly bashful that now the attention was on her.

 

“O-oh, my name is (Your name) and I represent the country of (Your country).” A friendly tone greeted and Ivan was certain he had heard it before. The womanly pupil turned to look at Ivan. “It’s nice to meet you.”


Looking back at the learner, the once-was-Allied-power’s expression turned to one of surprise but he still kept a constant smile on his face, hoping to not come across as someone easily confused.

 

It was the same girl that had bumped into him in the hallway.

 

For a while they just stared at each other, not bothering to say anything more. Miss Karpusi didn’t seem to notice the weird and unrecognizable aura around them and continued with the last couple of students, awaiting their introductions to the distracted gentleman.

 

The two of them didn’t look away from each other for a while until Miss Karpusi announced the return to the lesson. “Well now that everyone knows everyone, lets get back to work.”


Flushing finally from embarrassment since reality had returned and flooded the nerdy girl’s mind, she quickly looked away from Ivan and back to her book, ready to take any more notes if needed.

 

Ivan also looked away but he didn’t do so as quickly as she did. He didn’t seem at all flustered at the intense gazes the two of them had been sharing. After all, he was testing her so why should he?

 

For most of the lesson, Ivan just sat there and listened to the easy-going educationalist rattle on about some minor math equations that would then suddenly go into the story of how they were created by some Ancient Greek mathematicians, depending on the problem, and completely get entranced by the history of that time. Ivan had a strong feeling why it was, and if she did this sort of thing every lesson then he’d probably learn more about history then he would with math, which would be an interesting thing to explain to his boss.

 

The vodka-loving man-child wasn’t really listening though, since it all just seemed dull to him, most probably because he already knew this from previous centuries. He was too focused on the thoughts and worries of the girl sitting next to him anyway.

 

She was too friendly. No one could be that friendly with someone else. It was just wrong. People didn’t like other people unless they were like them, so why was she so kind? Ivan didn’t trust her, that’s for sure. She might be sweet but he wouldn’t risk getting used again. He had trained himself for so long to go against people like them and he wasn’t going to break down again just because she ‘seemed jolly’.

 

He wasn’t weak.

 

“…So because Archimedes did not listen to the Romans and stop his mathematics, they brutally murdered him.” Miss Karpusi finally finished before she let out a small, added comment with her calm smile. “It just comes to show how impatient and ruthless Romans can be. Killing Archimedes? What a mistake.”

Some students in the room look visibly shocked and even maybe disturbed at the end of such a story and were about to ask the representative of Ancient Greece more about Archimedes before a loud ringing noise boomed in the classroom and out in the hallway. It completely cut off all chances of speaking and left an ear piercing ringing in everyone’s ear once the bell would finally stop.

 

Hearing a few hoorays of freedom, many ran straight out the room, knowing that Miss Karpusi wouldn’t be too bothered by their giddiness. Others just took their time and walked out the classroom with their friends or by their own.

 

The Russian watched as (Your name) got up from her simple but clean chair and put all her equipment back into her rucksack to take with her to the next lesson. Ivan sat up as well, not wanting to trouble anyone.

 

Though before the two of them could leave separately, Miss Karpusi called their names and motioned for the two of them to speak to her. She was the teacher, so neither of them bothered to fight or question back and just did what she wanted (Ivan didn’t see any reason why not to after all).

 

“I’m sorry to steal some of your personal time but (Your country), I wanted to ask you to keep an eye out for our new student here, Russia. We all know how hard it is to fit in on the first day and I checked to make sure your schedules were nearly the same. It wouldn’t take too long.” Miss Karpusi then looked up at Ivan from her seat on her desk with her pearly white teeth. “Is that alright with you Russia?”


You probably already know that Ivan would be smiling, don’t you? I won’t put that down then since well, now you know. “That’s fine with me, as long as smaller nation would like to. I can always bother someone else if country of (Your country) is busy.”


Shaking her head (Your name) showed Ivan a soft, cheerful smile that bubbled with loveliness, which almost made him feel threatened. “Oh no, that’s fine. I’d be happy to show you round the place.”


“Good. Thank you (Your country), Russia.” Grateful for their cooperation, the academic tutor stood from her temporary seat and stretched like a kitten. “Now if you could excuse me, I think I might catch up on some sleep.”

 

Ivan was confused by the teacher’s words but the smaller country beside him seemed completely unfazed by what Miss Karpusi said.

 

“Thank you Miss Karpusi, have a nice nap.” She responded sweetly and then turned her attention to Ivan. Almost knowing what she was implying, Ivan followed her out the classroom and back to the hallways of the busy school as Miss Karpusi waved them both goodbyes.

 

It was quiet between the beings as the studious country casually took her time to get to where she needed to be. Ivan didn’t really care if a lot of banter was shared between the two (everyone would become one with Russia anyway) whilst she on the other hand seemed too shy to even look at him.

 

(Your name) swallowed a lump of saliva that had got caught in her throat, sending a weird, thick liquid like substance into her taste buds and back into her body’s system. Trying to make eye contact with her companion, she showed him a sheepish but kind twinkle and asked, “Not to be rude, but may I ask why you came to this school?”


Ivan knew it. The scholastic lass was going to be like all the others. She’d find and seek information so that she could stab him in the back, but Ivan would not allow that, oh no. He had dealt with many people like described and he wasn’t going to submit to it now. After all, if they tried to fight back then Mr. Pipe would have to go and give them a visit!

 

...He’s not paranoid if that’s what you’re thinking, just…prepared.

 

Not feeling comfortable or trusting enough to tell her much, he just continued that fake expression on his face that tried to always be approachable when it was anything but that. “Well that’s a Russian secret, I cannot tell you.”


“Russian secret…?” She inquired more to herself than anyone else. She just decided to not question the nation that could probably crush her face with one hand if he were angry and asked something else. “Never mind, I’m sorry to have bothered you. …S-so um…what’s Russia like?”


“It is cold but it is good.” Ivan kept it brief and simple. Surely, she hadn’t been expecting much from a stranger.


“O-oh I see…” Finally realizing that the 5 foot and 11 inched Russian was probably not going to tell her anything, she simply gave up on enquiring on any queries about Ivan and simply just guided him to his next lesson with a small tapping to her march.

 

It surprised Ivan when he felt almost disappointed at how easily she gave up on him. He knew that he had not given her much to go on for but he liked the idea of (Your country) finding him interesting. It was strange really. He still didn’t trust her and probably never will, since (after all) if you confide with someone, they’ll just sell you out to the devil, but she intrigued him. It might have been from the fact that she found him to be slightly interesting or at least, not scary, or maybe it was just he was not used to such a happy smile to grace someone’s face. Either way, it was a nice change Ivan sadly had admitted to himself.

 

He was half expecting the entire walk to go into a tense silence but it seemed the first thing he’d know about (Your name) was the fact that she was terrible when it came to no talking.


“S-so how did you like the math lesson?” She blurted out in a, what was suppose to be, calm asking voice. Ivan found it quite amusing when she became so embarrassed that she would not look at him in the face afterwards.


“It was хорошо.” Ivan coaxed simply as he did not quite know if he enjoyed the lesson himself. He was still between the scales of if it was good or not. People in the room were irritating after all, especially ones who wouldn’t allow themselves to be one with Mother Russia.

 

“O-oh good…” She mumbled back, looking around her to make sure the both of them were going in the right place. It was then a sudden thought popped into Ivan’s complicated mind.

 

“You understood what I said?” The once-Allied nation asked with a level of unease mixed with perplexity. 

 

Craning her neck to look up at the tall Russian personification, she nodded her head with a small, shy but jolly grin. “Yeah…my boss told me that it would be wise of me to learn many different languages so I was taught so here at school and when I am at home. I know many of them, including Russian. I find Russian to be very enjoyable compared to others I have learnt though.”


Actually quite pleased that people were appreciating him, or at least, his country, Ivan returned (Your name)’s smile with a gentle beam of his own. “That is because Russia is good language. Best language in fact.”


She let out a soft giggle and really enjoyed the fact that she had been able to loosen him up a bit from his weary demeanor and see the fun side of him, even if it was only a glimpse. “I’m sure you would think that, as would Italy think Italian is the best language ever. It’s all in the matter of perspective. After all, I’m pretty sure that (Your language) is by far the best.”


Showing her one of the most adorable pouts she had ever seen on a grown man (and on anyone for that matter), Ivan did not look happy with her calculation. “Нet, Russian is best. Russian shall be number one speaking language one day.”


“Oh yeah?” She mused with a small smirk and a raised eyebrow. “Alright then, I’ll have your word for that. We’ll just have to wait and see if Russian will get to be so popular because from what I can tell, I’m pretty sure English is going to stay on top for a while.”


Ivan gave her a look of obvious displeasure at the idea. “Nonsense. English cannot be so good if he of all people made it. He can barely make edible food.”


Laughing once again at her purple-eyed company’s observation on Arthur, the personification of England, she found it amusing how he could become so unrealistically cheerful and happy at one point and then turn to a face that resembled a child who had been told he was not allowed ice cream ever at another point. A country’s pride was something that no one should try to mess with.

 

“I wouldn’t know since I’ve never tried, but I’m sure it’s all a matter of opinion.” She reasoned, turning a corner along with Ivan.


“Usually, but that is not so with Arthur’s cuisines.” Ivan finalized with his sickly sweet smile on his cheeks. It wasn’t bad or anything, it just didn’t look so happy. “It is just disgusting.”


Shaking her head softly with an amused twinkle on her features, her (eye colour) organs of sight showed a shine of a captivating, loveable nature in her blood-filled heart, unlike his cold one. “Well then, I better be careful if I see him in the cooking room.”


Xорошая. The kitchen does not deserve such a punishment, Да?” The way the male student next to (Your name) spoke made her think he wasn’t really asking for her opinion; or was not used to people answering his unusual inquiries. Either way, she decided to answer him back to be polite.


“I guess not.” She merely muttered, since she still did not know much about this ‘Arthur’ Ivan must have known about before this school started. Most probably from World War two, if she remembered her history classes correctly.

 

Finally as if just on cue, the both of them finally arrived at the front door of the room of learning. It would be Literature and (Your name) was sure that Miss Kirkland would be teaching everyone with her powerful speech and unusually focused eyes.


“Well, it seems like this is your class.” She explained and noticed Ivan look down at her with a confused brow lifted. “Miss Karpusi said that our schedules are almost the same but she never said that they were identical. I don’t have Literature with Miss Kirkland; I have Art with Miss Hassan. I should be with you for the next couple of lessons though so don’t worry. You should be fine; Miss Kirkland will make sure of that. Just hang tight and be friendly and I’m sure everything will be a lot of fun.”

 

Ivan didn’t really want to admit the fact that he was actually disappointed on the news of the cheerful nation’s leave, and told himself off for getting even slightly attached at the idea. He just continued his usual soft, gentle smile and nodded his head. “I see. Thank you (Your country).”


Her beaming grin grew slightly as if she was not usually complimented for her efforts or help. “It’s no problem Russia, but there’s no need for formalities, just call me (Your name). I’ll meet you back here to take you to your next lesson.”


He nodded his head. “Xорошo...(Your name).”

 

Reassured that Ivan would be okay without her and satisfied that he had said her human name, (Your name) softened her smile and gave him a small wave before she hurried away to her next lesson, staring down at her feet and not really looking at the others around her as if she preferred to be invisible than to be known.

 

The Russian knew this was bad, but he just had to wait until her fleeting form was no longer in his sight before he would open the door to Miss Kirkland’s domain. He didn’t really know why he wanted to wait, he just did.

 

I’m sure everything will be fun…


Ivan had to hold back a soft chuckle.

 

Of course it would not be fun. No one wants to talk to him. No one wants to have fun with him. No one even wants to be in distance with him.


Except her…

 

Except (Your name)…

Oh jeez, I know this was suppose to be made ages ago but it got delayed because of Christmas and well...yeah. XD

This is not a one-shot, it was going to be one but I realised by the time I would finish it, it would be too long for one since I know people don't like reading loads in one-shots. 

It will most probably be just two chapters, so not too long but I had to cut it down into chapters so it didn't look like I just mounted a load of words onto your dashboards. XD

This is to celebrate 200+ watchers! Again, I know this is super duper late but the polls in the journals took forever to do and by the time they were done I had other stories I needed to write, but I've written it now so we can celebrate the fact that I'm not an absolute failure! :iconfinallyplz: The voting poll decided that you guys wanted a Hetalia story with Russia as the main character so here it is~ When I asked about what kind of story line people wanted, I really only got :iconnaykiler:'s suggestion which asked for a story about Russia going to World W Academy, meeting the reader though he is to weary around her and eventually fall in love with her. She put a lot of detail into the idea so I thought it wasn't really necessary on asking any more about the plot. XD

So yeah, I hope that the story is to your liking so far guys! I'm sorry to say that it is not my best work and I'm not entirely proud of it but I hope I can make the second chapter better! 


I know I'm making the description long here but I just want to tell you guys some information and the translation and then we should be done (It will be in order to when they appear in the chapter)~

~Information~

'He hadn't interacted with his comrades thoroughly since 1945.' - Just to explain if people don't get that detail, that time was the year when World War two ended. Russia was part of the Allied powers, which is continously mentioned in the anime but not much is known about the Allied's relationship after that period. I did know however that they had meetings together with the rest of the countries so I wrote that to mean that he hadn't properly talked to them since then because usually they'd just talk at a meeting about business, or insults, whatever works better.

Да - Yes in Russian (everyoneknowsthatwhydidIevenputitdown).

Пожалуйста - You're welcome in Russian.

Привет - Hi in Russian.

Miss Karpusi - That is suppose to be Ancient Greece if you didn't know. I used Greece's offical human last name to fill in for her last name, since they are technically mother and son, so they would have the same last name I suppose. Oh, and I chose her to teach maths since many Greeks were great mathematicans.

'For most of the lesson, Ivan just sat there and listened to the easy-going educationalist rattle on about some minor math equations that would then suddenly go into the story of how they were created by some Ancient Greek mathematicians.'- This is actually a thing my math teacher did at one point. We were doing a mathematic that I can't remember the name of and he suddenly got into the story of a Greek mathematican who did it, and he was indeed Archimedes like I mention in the story. He got killed by Roman soldiers because he wouldn't stop doing maths when they told him so. Math can hurt kids.

хорошо - Good in Russian.

Нет - No in Russian.

Miss Kirkland - That was suppose to be Britannia, A.K.A, the awesome lady who was in charge before England was fully around. I chose her for literacy because well, she's technically England and again, I used the same theory with the last name as I did with Ancient Greece. XD

Miss Hassan - She is suppose to be Ancient Egypt. Again, that is the same last name as her son, Egypt so that is where the name originated from. I picked her for art because well...Pyramids and hieroglyphics.

Окей -
Okay in Russian.

~End of Information~


...Oh god I am so sorry for all that information and description, I didn't think it'd go on for that long. :iconsweatplz:

To sum it all up though, I hope you enjoyed the story and I'll try my best with the next chapter~ I also hope you enjoyed the useless information I gave you all~

Chapter 2: live-for-the-stars.deviantart.…

I leave you with the adorable, misunderstood Russia~ :iconblushingrussiaplz:



You had no idea how hard it was to find a decent picture of Russia in the school uniform because I mean jesus christ I saw more tentacles with the characters than Russia in a bloody uniform.
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Cool story. May not be my place but i'd like to try to explain about "not spoken since 1945" situation and WW2, as a International Affairs major graduate.

Back at the end years of WW2, when Nazi Germany lost at Moscow invasion, it signaled the downfall of Germany as well as Axis. When retreating began, it also triggered the "influence race" between Russia from east and America from west side; which would eventually evolve into Cold War. It was so that, after the division of Germany and Berlin Wall and stuff, it wasn't surprising that the eastern countries "saved" by Russia become Bolshevik countries while the western part of Europe who got "liberated" by U.S. adopted America's Capitalism ideas and world go divided by Western and Eastern block. Hence, the Cold War.