[[Meetings]] Russia X Reader Oneshot - Request

Notes:
-This is a request from ~Chiyoyo from wanted me to do a Russia reader insert, and she gave me some pretty good specifications to follow. :3 So I'm going to try and follow those, and make this as interesting as I can.
*Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, the Characters, or You; I only own the plot

You pulled the end of your black pencil skirt down a little, trying to keep the skin tight piece of clothing from crawling up to your thighs while you sat down. After it was pulled down, you sighed in relief and took your seat at your office. Your job? You were a specially chosen intern to work for America, or as most people refer to him as, Alfred F. Jones.

You had been working with him for a few months now, signing the papers he always forgot and setting up appointments to meet with the other countries of the world, and you two had become really close friends. You were more of the type to get things done when they needed to be, but America always seemed to slack off and never take anything seriously, plus he never got his work done on time. But somehow, despite these differences, he treated you like family.

Speaking of family, you also got your fair share of spending time with Canada and England. Usually it was when they came to visit America while he was at work, and he would always make sure you spent some time with him and his family before you went anywhere near your paperwork. But, you didn't mind.

Now here you sat, reading through the paperwork and letters from other countries, as well as some American generals and their progress reports. Then, something caught your (color) eyes. You picked up a written document with a large blue stamp up in the right corner. Scanning down the page, you read that it was from Russia, and they were proposing a meeting on important world matters. From what you had been told, Russia and America had fairly close ties, and since the incident with Putin and Bush, you knew the connection between the two was sensitive.

Getting up from your seat, you made your way into the American's office, only to find him trying to staple his tie to his shirt. You cleared your throat, catching his attention. At your voice, he looked up, dropping the stapler as a smile plastered his face.

"_____!" he greeted, getting up from his seat and quickly walking over to you, wrapping his arms around your torso in a tight hug. "Thank goodness, I was getting so bored," he sighed in grief, you following.

"I got a letter from Russia, and I suggest you read it," you stated firmly, pushing his arms away so you could hand him the paper. He took it with a curious look on his face, quickly scanning it as his blue eyes snapped back and forth.

He then looked up and asked, "When's the nearest day we can have a meeting?" You put a finger to your lip as you recalled the week schedule in your head, something you had gotten better at.

"I think the only day that we have empty is this Friday, which is only three days away. Is that soon enough?" you asked.

"Yeah, I'll go ahead and schedule it for that day at noon," he spoke, nodding his head. "I'll get started on some notes for the meeting if you want to check with Russia's intern and make sure that he knows," he then added, turning around and once again taking his seat in his large black leather office chair, opening a drawer and pulling out a pencil and some lined paper.

"Alright, I'll go do that." With that, you were off. All the way to your office you couldn't help but wonder what this Russia guy looked like. You hadn't seen very many other countries, but Russia was the largest nation out there, and you were curious.

Once at your desk, you took the number from the letter and gave it a call. After a few rings, someone answered.

"Zdraste?" (Formal Hello) came a deep male voice from the other side, sounding like an older man. The way he rolled his 'r' and held a bold pronunciation, you knew it was going to be an interesting conversation. You just hoped he knew English.

"Hello, I'm _____ _____, Alfred Jones' intern, and I'm calling to talk to," you looked down at the name on the paper, to keep the identities secret, "Ivan Braginski's intern about a meeting," you spoke in your odd, formal voice. The man on the other side chuckled a bit, which confused you a little.

"The way you pronounce his name is very funny, _____. I am Ivan's intern," he spoke. You heard how he spoke the man's name, how the "I" made an "ee" sound, and the "a" made an "aw" sound. "You have spoken to Alfred and decided on a time, nyet?" (no)

"Yes, he decided on a time for this Friday at noon, to give Ivan some time to arrive," you spoke, pausing to try and pronounce his name right.

The man let out another small laugh. "That is good, I will let him know now," he spoke deeply. You waited, listening to the man speak to someone seemingly behind him, and you could hear the two speaking in thick Russian, but of course, the language itself was very thick. Finally, you heard the phone being picked up. "He says that that is a perfect time, but he would like to arrive the day before so that he could do some sight-seeing," he spoke. "But he does not want to stay in a hotel for certain reasons."

"I understand," you spoke, knowing it would be safer for him to just stay somewhere else. "Does he know where he would possibly be staying?" you asked, and there was a pause before he started again.

"Nyet, but he wants me to ask if you would have an extra room. He thinks it would be beneficial if he got to know you better, since we will most likely be working together soon," he explained. You smiled at the idea, it would be very interesting to have him stay with you, and you might possibly end up with another friend.

"I'd be honored to let him stay at my house," you spoke with a smile on your face.  You could hear him say something else away from the phone before he once again spoke.

"Good! Then he will be there in a couple of days. I will give him your number so that he can call you before he boards the plane," he instructed. "Spasiba, _____. Dasvidaniya." (Thank you, _____. Good bye). With that, you heard the click of the phone call ending.

You told Alfred the plan of having Russia come to your house the day before, and when you did, you noticed an odd look on his face, like he was upset about something.

"A-alright, I'll let you leave when you get the call. You know, so you can show him around and stuff," he explained, continuing with his writing. By now he was only at half a page of notes.

"Thank you," you spoke to him with a smile before turning to leave, needing to get back to work.

~

You were typing at your computer when the phone went off. Picking it up, you pressed the cold machine to your ear and answered with your formal tone of "Hello".

"Zdraste, _____. It is me, Ivan," a soft voice came from the other side. It was much lighter and much smoother than the voice you spoke with on the phone, his intern.

"Oh, hello Ivan!" you spoke, remembering how to say his name. "Are you getting ready to board the plane?" you asked.

"Nyet, I just landed. I am sitting in the airport waiting," he spoke with a hint of sadness in his voice. Your eyes widened.

"You are?! But I thought you were going to call when you boarded the plane?" you questioned in a confused voice, looking over at the clock to see it was about two in the afternoon. "Well, I'll be there to pick you up in a little bit," you explained to him.

"Okay, I'll still be waiting." And with that, you put the phone on the receiver and made your way to America's office, pulling your pencil skirt down again. Then you opened the door, seeing him still writing his notes. "I'm going to pick up Ivan," you told him, getting a silent nod. With that, you let the door shut as you grabbed your jacket and made your way out the door to your car.

America watched after the door had shut, his eyes locked on you until you walked out of his sight from the window in his office. He sighed with a small sneer, "Have fun…"

~

As you pulled into the airport parking lot, you noticed a very tall man dressed in thick clothing, wearing a light pink scarf around his neck and a furry black hat, called an Ushanka, atop his head. You figured by the clothing that he wasn't from around here, so you parked in a spot near the sidewalk he stood on. Leaving the car on, you stepped out, pulling the end of your rising pencil skirt down, and made your walk over to the man, your heels clicking loudly against the pavement; that sound always soothed you somehow.

As you got closer, you noticed the man's brilliant violet eyes and how they complimented his pale skin and beige hair. You also began to notice how prominent his nose stood out. 'Definitely Russian'.

"Hello," you began as you stopped beside him on the sidewalk, "Are you by chance Ivan Braginski?" you asked him casually, your eyes seeing the sparkle in his.

"Da! You must be _____ _____, da?" he asked, holding a large hand out. You put your smaller hand into his, and shook it softly. Surprisingly, his hand didn't grip yours as tight as you thought he would.

"Yep," you smiled, releasing his hand. "So, let's get your things into my car and I'll show you around."

~

That day you had shown the Russian man all your favorite places to go, besides the mall. You took him a nice restaurant for dinner, wanting to show him what kind of real food America has to offer. He told you stories of what the food was like in his country, and how when he was a little child, his father would cook all of their meat in vodka, and that was how he developed a taste for the liquor. That was how the rest of the stay at the restaurant went: telling the funny stories of one another's childhood.

When you got to your house, you showed him to one of the spare rooms in your house, and the only other room with a bed in it. After he got his things situated, you both changed into your pajamas and met on the couch to watch the television.

Russia turned his head towards you to look at you as he spoke, "So you live all by yourself?" he asked. You looked back up to him, figuring it was a simple question, and nodded. "Doesn't it scare you to be alone at night?" he asked with slight astonishment in his eyes.

You thought about it for a moment. "I guess it can get pretty scary sometimes," you spoke, bringing your knees up and tucking them underneath you. "But I always know that if anything bad happens, I have a friend to call," you shrugged your shoulders innocently. You didn't want to tell him you kept a pistol on your dresser for safety reasons, figuring he would have already guessed.

"You should get a dog or a cat," he spoke, completely ignoring the television screen at this point as he turned his body slightly, bringing a single knee up to the couch while he put an elbow over the back of the couch. "That way you would always know if something was happening."

You couldn't help but smile at how adorable he sounded; he was making it seem like he wanted you to stay safe and protected, even though he had no reason to be worried. "Well, I guess I have you here tonight if anything does happen, right?" you spoke with a soft smile, seeing a smile on his face as well.

"Da!" he spoke enthusiastically. You let out a small laugh at the sight of his adorable expression. For such a handsome man, he was quite the character.

"Then I think I'm going to hit the hay," you yawned, getting up from the couch and stretching out a bit. When you looked back down at him you saw an extremely confused look on his face. "It means go to sleep," you giggled softly as his mouth made an 'o' in realization.

"Oh, well then I will 'hit the hay' as well," he smiled, reaching down to grab the remote. He then shut the television off, getting off the couch as well, he then watched as you began to walk away. "Good night, _____. See you in the morning," he waved at you, smiling as you waved back. With that, you two made your way into the separated bedrooms.

~

"Okay, _____, I need you to take some notes about Russia's responses while you're in this meeting," America spoke to you. You nodded, picking your chair up and moving it closer to Russia. America watched closely as the Russian gave you a soft smile, and how your cheeks heated up lightly. His sky blue eyes narrowed slightly at what he saw, not liking it one bit.

"Alright, let's get started on this topic of terrorism," America spoke as he cleared his throat.

During the meeting, while writing down Russia's responses and suggestions, you couldn't help but notice him writing something in his notebook, tearing a small corner off and placing it on the table. Your eyes looked up at him, catching his brief glance before he slid the paper over as America checked his notes, not seeing the small action.

Gently, you took the piece of paper and set it down beside your hand as you pretended to read over your own notes, scanning the scribbled handwriting.

Would you like to go out to lunch with me after this?

Your cheeks heated up lightly as you flipped the paper over, writing "Sure" down with a smiley face to the side. Looking up, you saw America lean over his chair to grab something from beside his foot. Quickly, you slid the paper back over to Ivan, seeing his expression brighten instantly as he looked back at you with a smile.

~

After the meeting you gave America his notes that he wanted. You then grabbed your purse, and America gave you a questioning look.

"I'm going to lunch with Ivan," you smiled softly, cheeks blushing a little before adding, "Because he doesn't want to get lost."

America could feel the anger inside of him burn. "Oh," he sounded sourly, "well enjoy your lunch date with him," he snarled before going back to his office desk. You blinked a little, scrunching your eyebrows together. 'What's his problem?' Shrugging it off, you left to meet with Ivan at the front door.

You two walked alongside each other on your way to a decent place to find lunch. You were surprised America didn't ask you to get him something from McDonald's. Once you started to think about it, he had been acting weird for the past couple of days anyways.

"_____, is this it?" the Russian asked as he looked towards your favorite place to eat lunch. You nodded you head, giving him a "yep" as you walked up to the door, going to open it. However, the Russian reached out from behind you, grabbed the door, and opened it for you. "You first," he smiled sweetly.

You couldn't help but blush a little. "Thanks." Ivan had been so nice to you since he had gotten here, which was quite surprising to you, but you couldn't complain; at least he was acting better than America at the moment.

After you two ordered your food and sat down, you couldn't help but notice the sad look on Russia's face. "What's wrong?" you asked him, a slightly hurt look on your face as well. Russia gave you a sad smile as he set his food down, his eyes locked on the untouched food.

"I'm not ready to leave America yet, to leave you yet," he spoke, his cheeks turning pink as he wiped his fingers off with a napkin. Your own cheeks heated at his statement.

"W-why's that?" you asked, wanting to know what was going on in his mind. With that, his violet eyes looked up to meet yours.

"I'm just having such a good time with you. You've treated me better than most people, and I feel like we've become good friends," he spoke the last part in an almost hurt voice.

"What's wrong with being friends?" you asked, setting down your food as you looked into his eyes, seeing his cheeks turning a soft shade of red.

"I want to be more than that for some reason. I feel like I want to know you better, as more than just a friend," he confessed. "I know it sounds ridiculous since we've only known each other for a short while, but I feel that we've grown very close in that short time. It makes me want to know just how much more there is to know about you, and how close you will let me get," he spoke profoundly as his lips turned into a shy smile. You were truly lost for words, but then, a soft smile formed on your lips as well.

"Well, then I guess we should have meetings more often~"

The End~