You Are My Sunshine

Russia x Reader

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The sound of the front door slamming shut caused you to jerk to attention. Latvia and Estonia, who had been sitting opposite you at the table began to shudder. “H-he slammed th-the d-door again!” Latvia whimpered fearfully, his bright blue eyes beginning to fill with tears. Estonia nodded in agreement, staring at the door. “Th-there Latvia… I’m s-sure it’ll b-be Ok…” the older nation stammered uneasily, his trembling beginning to increase. They were of course referring to their master, Russia. As members of the Soviet Union, you all had to do his bidding. When he wanted you somewhere, you had to be there. When he wanted something from you, you had to give it to him, no questions asked. And if he needed to take his anger out on someone… The truth was everyone in his house held fear of him in their hearts. Even, to some extent, his doting sisters Belarus and Ukraine.

But you weren’t quite the same as the others. Yes, you did fear him, but not as much of the others. Ever since he’d taken you into his possession, not once had he raised his voice to you nor ever raised his hand to you. In fact, he seemed to give you some sort of special treatment by sparing you his wrath when he was angry. Of course, you were envied by the other nations, especially the Baltic nations, but they never truly held it against you. The truth was that you were a very kind-hearted nation and would often be their source of comfort if Russia had treated them badly, especially little Latvia. However, Belarus was a different story altogether. She was hell-bent on winning over Russia’s heart and saw you as the main hindrance in her plans. It was for this reason that your relationship with the nation had been kept a secret. Not even your bosses knew about it, a big risk for both of you. But no one could shake the fact that you were in love with one another. As long as no one found out about you two, nothing could ever come between you.

Russia burst into the room, a bottle of cheap Russian vodka in his right hand and his fury written all over his face like the propaganda posters outside these walls. He glared at Estonia and Latvia, causing the nations to rise to their feet, trembling with fear. “You two,” he said in a low growl, his violet eyes swimming with rage. “Out.” They didn’t need a second warning before both of the Baltics escaped the room and began to search for Lithuania. Once the door behind him was shut, he walked over to the settee opposite the fire and slumped down into its warmth, undoing his scarf and coat. You frowned with concern, looking over at your secret lover with some distress- he hadn’t looked this bad in quite a while. “Russia?” you enquired in a low, quiet voice. He looked over at you, his violent gaze softening when his eyes landed on your (e/c) eyes. You stood up slowly from your chair. “What is it, my dearest?”

At that moment, all of Russia’s rage seemed to melt away into tears, like the thawing of snow. The vodka bottle slipped onto the fabric next to him as he sobbed into his hands quietly. No sooner had he begun to breakdown were you there by his side. You moved the bottle onto the small coffee table and sat down in its place. “Russia, please, you’re scaring me!” you begged him, slowly removing his hands from his face. When he looked at you, you could see the dark circles underneath his red, puffy eyes. Tears glistened on his cheeks like rivers of ice before you gently brushed them away. “Oh (c/n), I’ve finally had it up to here with my boss!” he sobbed, looking into your eyes for comfort. “He’s a madman! He’s killing so many of our own people and doing terrible things to those he does not.” It was true, Russia had seen many hardships over his lifetime. Even when was little, he often ended up battered and bruised from skirmishes with other nations. He was used to being kicked around and beaten down, even by his own people at times. But even then, he wasn’t free of the pain that came with it. It was part of what fuelled the bitterness in his heart that most people on the surface see. Every now and then it would get too hard to manage and he’d have a nervous breakdown. With the Soviet Union to handle as well as his own country, he’d been getting more and more stressed out by the day. And now here he was, his hands in yours, breaking down like he’d done so many times before. Except before you he’d always been alone when he’d broken down. There was no one there to comfort him. Then you came along, with your big heart and sweet disposition. That was the reason he’d fallen for you in the first place. Whenever he needed a listening ear, you were there. Just like now.

He then continued. “And if that’s not bad enough, Germany is trying to attempt to march on me and is putting me under so much pressure!” He shook his head. “I just don’t know if I can take this on top of being the head of the Soviet Union!”
At that, you extended your hand and gently cupped his cheek in your palm. “Hey,” you whispered softly, getting him to focus on you. “It’ll be alright, you’ll see. You’re the strongest, toughest nation I’ve ever met- stronger than the rest of the Allies and Axis put together!” You smiled as warmly as you could, trying to mask the distress you felt seeing him like this. “Besides, General Winter is bound to take Germany out for you. He never lets you down!” Studying the mighty nation’s face carefully, you began to see a soft smile creep across his face, his eyes beginning to clear once more. He lifted his hand and cupped your cheek, mirroring your actions perfectly. “(c/n)?” he asked, his voice soft and sweet.
“Yes, my love?” you returned the enquiry.
His smile was growing ever stronger. “Could you sing me that song that America taught you. You know, ‘You Are My Sunshine’? I-is that Ok?” he asked with some hesitation.
But you nodded your head softly and no sooner had he finished asking, you began to sing:

The other night dear, as I lay sleeping
I dreamed I held you in my arms
But when I awoke, dear, I was mistaken
Then I hung my head and I cried

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are grey
You'll never know dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away

You told me once, dear, that you really loved me
That nothing else could come between
But now you've left me for another
And you shattered all my dreams

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are grey
You'll never know dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away

I’ll always love you and make you happy,
If you will only say the same.
But if you leave me for another,
You’ll regret it all someday:

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are grey
You’ll never know dear, how much I love you
Please don’t take my sunshine away.

When you were finished, the male nation gave a soft sigh of joy. “Your singing never ceases to make me feel better, my sweet little sunflower,” he whispered softly. “And you never have to fear- I couldn’t leave you if I tried.” You merely smiled in reply and reached up to plant a small kiss on his forehead. He lowered his head slightly to make it easier for you, closing his eyes in ecstasy as your lips collided with his forehead. And with that, he shuffled and repositioned himself so that you could lie within his strong, steadfast embrace. Lying back against his broad chest, you both looked into the fireplace and watched as the flames danced like the Russian ballet. No more words needed to be spoken between you two now. You both understood each other enough to know that you were both happy. He tenderly began stroking your hair, lulling you into a deep sleep. Your eyelids soon lost the battle with the rest of your body to stay awake and you lay in Russia’s arms, peaceful and calm. Meanwhile the male nation looked down at your small frame and smiled softly, kissing your forehead softly.

“Sleep well, my sunshine.”