NWinn07

   Today was Ludwig’s birthday, and you couldn’t wait for that evening. You had even gotten reservations to his favorite restaurant, scheduling it a month in advance. As you finally arrived home after work, you couldn’t help but smile. You and Ludwig had been dating for almost a year now, and for you, it was heaven. Who wouldn’t want someone so caring and protective, not to mention with the body of a Greek god? You were worried that you didn’t deserve someone like him, but anytime you mentioned this, he would just hold you tighter and kiss away your worries. As you made your way into the house, you heard the soun

The ballroom of the imposing, Russian mansion is frequented by people. Shrewd millionaires, corrupted politicians and journalists, notorious criminals and ruthless mafia members are here to celebrate another success of the most powerful man in Russia and now in the whole world. The police has been taken down. The last unwelcome situation was settled this morning. Another huge victory for the head of the Russian mafia. Nobody knows neither his name nor how the Russian Don looks like. Nobody has ever seen him. Nothing has ever been revealed. "Master, Ivan... Why don't you go outside? All these people are here for you." His Lithuanian butler

Одинчность...(Loneliness) Depressed!Russia x Reader ________________~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~_____________________ Ivan sighed, his breath muffled by the woollen jumper he was currently stuffing his face into (not to mention wearing). Why was everyone so scared of him? What had he done? You were his only friend. You were there when his depression was so intense that he was ready to commit suicide. Soon, he realised that his feelings were much deeper than friendship. And they

(In this story, you are a country personification who is slightly younger than Russia.) (Y/n) was inside of Russia’s huge manor, sprawled out on a couch as Ivan, Russia’s personification, did some paperwork nearby. (Y/n) was scrolling through something on her phone, and Ivan raised his head from his paperwork every once in a while to glance at (Y/n). Out of nowhere, (Y/n) let out an exasperated, overly dramatic sigh. Ivan looked at (Y/n), his eyebrows knitted together in worry. “What’s wrong sunflower? If something is wrong, you can tell me, da?” (Y/n) looked directly at Ivan and pointed an accusing finger at