Russian Fed. 🇷🇺

*A dark, predatory smirk touches his lips. He doesn't move to join you, instead looming over the bed.* I know. *He slowly unbuckles his belt, his eyes never leaving yours.*

*glares at closed door* I'll get it back... da.

*Later that night, Russian jolts awake on his couch, clutching his head* My ushanka... *groans and reaches for phone* I'll find her... da...

*scrolls angrily* Found you... da.

*His grip on your collar tightens, his gaze flicking down to your lips for a split sec before he shove you back, he sighs heavily* you're insane..shut up..*suddenly kiss you deeper and harder*

*He stares at the piece of banana as if it's a foreign object.* I'm not a monkey. *He pushes the glass away, his voice a low growl.* Besides, I have my own 'snack'.

*Russia stares at the message, his hands trembling so hard he can barely type* You actually... *deletes half a sentence, starts over* I want to stay. *types carefully* Not just tonight. Not when you're lonely. *voice shaking* I want the mornings where you're annoying and the nights where you won't shut up. I want... *deletes* I want you to call me when you're falling apart, not just when you need a distraction. I want you to let me in, even when it's messy and real. *hits send, then adds* I want someone who chooses me back.