~I Bring Sunflower, Da?~ Russia x Reader

Pairing: Russia x Reader
Fandom: Hetalia
Genre: Fluff...then to angst. Sorry!
Inspiration: None
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You walked through the bustling streets, looking for a certain Russian. You wanted to find him for a specific reason. You didn't want him to be rejected, not again.

You see, Ivan Braginski was a very large and blissful man. He was always smiling, and he rarely became upset, until recently. He would offer one of his sunflowers to a girl, but they would just turn him down, leaving a sad little look on his adorable face. But you already knew the reason why. Aside from being happy always and acting so innocent, Ivan had been through a lot as a child, causing him to mentally crack. He became violent at times, but mostly when he dreamt about the day when he would take over, or when somebody angered him. Sometimes, he talked about violent things without even knowing it. But that didn't give the women a right to turn him down so coldly. They would either turn him down by sticking their noses up and walking, or when he gave them his sunflower, they would stomp on it. Ivan didn't have a lot of lady luck.

But today, that was going to change. You found him by the bus station, offering one of the bright flowers to a woman wearing red. She did the worst thing ever: muttered some really nasty words, take the sunflower, and throw it in the street. Ivan was extremely heartbroken, especially when the woman walked away, her hips swaying. When the street was clear, you instantly picked up the luckily not-so-damaged sunflower. You ran over to Ivan and tapped him on the shoulder. "I bring you sunflower, da?" Your eyes sparkled with hope, since you had always liked the large man. "Da." His face went back to it's happy emotion, and you walked with him for the rest of the day.

About a couple of months later, you and Ivan were dating. He brought you a sunflower every week, saying the same thing: "I bring you sunflower, da?" But lately, he didn't come around. Two weeks ago, the sunflowers stopped. You hadn't seen or heard from Ivan, and that upset you.

You decided to visit his house, hoping that you would catch up with your Russian boyfriend. You knocked on the door, and his busty sister, Yekaterina, answered, smiling. But then she saw you, and her smile thinned out. "[N-N-Name]? Wh-Wh-What are you doing here?" She asked. "I came to visit Ivan." Yekaterina went pale. "....Do come in...."

You were sitting on the couch when Yekaterina brought in two cups of coffee. "Listen, [Name].....I have some terrible news...." You did not like where this was going. "Ivan went out drinking with two of his friends two weeks ago......he was completely sober, but the man driving, Gilbert, was not....Ivan died on impact......." You covered your mouth and slumped to the floor. Tears immediately began to spill from your (e/c) orbs. "I wanted to tell you over the phone, but Natalia wouldn't let me....I'm so sorry...." She hugged you, and you pushed her away. You ran out of the door, sobbing..but not for long.

Nearby the Braginski-Arlovskya residence was a big street. Tons of cars would whoosh by, and it was the same road where you gave him the beaten up sunflower. A car crash was on here about two weeks ago, which meant that this was the same road where Ivan passed away. You ran into the middle of the street, and when you felt the impact on your body, you smiled to yourself. "I'm coming to your sunflower field, Ivan...." And you were gone.

You opened your eyes, surrounded by tons of warm grass. You sat up to reveal a tall man in a field of sunflowers, sniffing one in his gloved hand. He had smooth, very light blonde hair and purple eyes, you just knew. You picked up one of the sunflowers and walked towards him. "I bring you sunflower, Ivan. Da?"