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Russia x Reader: Overprotective *Request*

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    You and your boyfriend, Ivan, were laying in bed. Ivan had his arms around you, and you were snuggled into his muscular chest. It felt like everything was right with the world. You sighed in bliss, and turned your body to look at Ivan. It was like he was at the most peace when he was asleep. His snores were soft and faint, and his chest rose up and down with every breath. You heard his breath become shallow, and he stirred in his sleep. A deep purple eye cracked open, looking towards you. Ivan pulled you closer and kissed your head. You softly smiled, and looked up at him.

    "Good morning~" You yawned, smiling up at Ivan.

    "Good morning, my sunflower." He kissed you on the lips, and nudged his face into your neck. His warm breath relaxed you. Slowly, he started trailing kissed up and down your neck.

    "I-Ivan, please." You laughed, playfully pushing him away.

    "What? There's nothing wrong with this, Da?" He asked, hovering himself over you. He kissed you full on the lips once more, but this time it was more passionate. His big, warm hand traveled it's way up your shirt, stroking your bare chest. 

    "No bra? Kinky~" Ivan breathed into your neck. You giggled in response.

    "Ivan, you know that my brother's coming soon, right?" Ivan shrugged, and continued with what he was doing. This went on for several minutes, with you occasionally asking him to stop. All of a sudden, a knock came at the door, and rather forceful one at that. Your eyebrows raised. 
   
    "It's Alfred!" You exclaimed, trying to push Ivan off you. Instead of letting you up, he just stayed there, still kissing you. 

    "I don't care." He simply stated, watching you with those deep purple eyes.

    "But what if he hears us in here?"

    "Then let him listen, Da?" He said coldly. You stared in astonishment. Then, another loud knock came from outside.

    "[Name], I know you're up! I thought you knew I was coming!" Al shouted, jiggling the doorknob. Ivan sighed, and looked you in the eyes.

    "Do we have to let him in?" He asked, silently pleading with you that you would say no. Your eyebrows took a sorrowful pose and you nodded your head. With another sigh, he rolled off of you. Reaching down to get your pants, you heard Ivan muttering to himself.

    "As soon as he leaves were getting back in bed..." The rest was muffled because he put his shirt on. You were pretty sure it was something dirty, so you chose not to ask. Wearily smiling at a pissed Ivan, you headed towards the door.

    As soon as you opened the door, Alfred jumped into the house. Ivan was in the background, his eye twitching.

    "Al, you don't have to hug me so tight, it's only been two days!" You exclaimed, patting your overly excited brother on the back.

    "So? That's too long for a brother and sister! Besides, I don't know what that Russian might've done to you!" Alfred hugged you again, and simultaneously gave Ivan a death glare. Ivan cleared his throat, signaling that he was present in the room.

    "What do you mean by that, exactly?" Ivan asked, putting a protective arm around you.

    "What I mean, Ivan, is that I don't trust you with my sister. You know that she's innocent; or well she was until you came along." Alfred said, pushing Ivan's arm off of you. Ivan chuckled deeply.

    "You do know that she never was 'innocent', Da?" He said, smirking at you. You blushed a deep crimson.

    "Look here, Russian Rasputin-"

    "Russian Rasputin is a compliment in my country." Ivan smirked. Alfred growled, and looked up at the ridiculously tall Russian.

    "That doesn't matter. What does matter, is that I really don't like you. And you being with my sister is totally uncool dude!" He said, seriousness flowing through his voice. You on the other hand, face palmed. It was always like this with the two of them. They would get into a fight, and you'd just be in the background. It was idiotic. Not to mention that Ivan was at least two feet taller than Alfred, which meant that Al had to look up at him. 

    "What the hell is your problem?!" Ivan shouted. You sighed and headed to the room you shared with him. "They always fight about the same damn thing..." You shook your head. You heard another racist joke from Alfred. Rolling your eyes, you massaged your temple. Alfred was always so worried about you. It's not like Ivan hit or disrespected you or anything. Actually, he treated you like you were the queen of the universe. And that's exactly what Alfred couldn't understand. He just couldn't believe that another man could be as good as him.

    You and Al didn't have the best father, so Alfred thrived to be the best man anyone's ever seen, and he succeeded. Your father was everything Alfred wasn't. He was mean, abusive, and down right filled with hatred towards you, Alfred, and your mother. Let's just say that he couldn't get a Nobel Peace Prize or 'Best Dad in the World' prize. 'Worst Dad in the World', maybe? Probably. But Ivan was just as good as Alfred, if not better. That was the sole fact that his mind just couldn't grasp. 

    A loud slam of a door pulled you out of your thoughts, and you were approached by a red-faced Ivan. Pulling off his shirt, he collapsed back into bed. You chuckled, and laid down next to him.

    "Don't be so mad Ivan. Alfred's just being Alfred." You sighed, kissing his temple. He shot you a sarcastic glare.

    "I still don't like him.." He muttered, shoving his head into the pillow. You chuckled once more, and pulled the covers over you and Ivan's head. He gave you a confused look, meanwhile you wrapped your arms around his neck.

    "Aww, cheer up Ivan. You know, we could still do that thing you wanted to do..~" You cooed into his ear. Gently, you nibbled on it, trying to give a hint as to what you were talking about. He looked at you with a surprised- but still turned on- look. You were never the one to suggest sex. 

    Before you knew it, Ivan was ontop of you. Yanking off your clothes, he whispered into your ear.

    "Well then let's get it on, Da?" 
:iconfangirlcomplex: requested this from the request giveaway I held. Basically you're dating Ivan and Alfred's your ridiculously overprotective brother.

   :iconhimaruyaplz: owns Hetalia, which also means he owns Ivan (Russia) and Alfred (America). I own this story. You own you, or Ivan can own you. Or Al. Whichever floats your boat, friend.
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ARandomWeeb5's avatar

Ofc I don't wear a bra.


That shit hurted, they uncomfy asf