hidingfromhumans

This is the fifth. Here is the first: Russia x Reader -- Kindness             This was a mistake            (Name) realized that the very moment she stepped out in front of the Baltic gentlemen and the two parties made eye contact, when she felt that she was just as taken aback as they were. This is what she had decided she needed to do, but just like that all confidence vanished and was replaced with petrifying terror.  She must’ve looked crazy, frozen in the middle of the walk, arms slightly raised out at her sides to block their path. She hadn’t a plan, and it occurred briefly to her how reckless she had become in the last

(This is the fourth. Here is the first: Russia x Reader -- Kindness)      (Name) had no idea what she was doing.    It was just thirty seconds after her lunch break started, and normally she would be hounding down the tastiest deli this side of town or searching for a tiny café to nest in until duty called again, but today no such hunt was planned. Instead, (Name) was leaning noncommittally against the Emporium’s sturdy brick storefront, hands shoved deep in the pockets of her overcoat, looking more like the hunted than the hunter. People were staring so curiously at her, she must’ve looked like a stunned, lost rabbit. Sh

    It was a cold morning for this city, tall buildings shivering. Outside the streets were slush, and the sky dark with impending storm. Freezing winds bit at pedestrians shakily making their way at the crosswalk, ice stinging their cheeks and whipping at their overcoats. It was the Venta café’s hope that the blustery weather would blow customers in. Past its frosty double doors and wide-windowed storefront, wedged between a row of shops, the café was a cozy place. Its warm umber walls hugged against each other, successfully sealing off the chill. Booths pressed their backs against the other snugly, long tables and tall chair

(Here is the first: Russia x Reader -- Kindness)    Russia liked getting to the world conferences early. It was nice. He had the entire room to himself, even if it was only for a few minutes. The silence of a room waiting patiently for its occupants was reassuring, somehow. Vast whiteboard wiped pristine, blinds risen to let in gentle morning light, place settings carefully arranged in front of pushed-in chairs…everything sitting neat and unspoiled was just so uplifting, like it was confirming that it was a new day, and yesterday was long forgotten and forgiven. It was his private affirmation that with a new dawn came a chance to try

(Here is the link to the predecessor: http://fav.me/d8oavbk)    The time was midnight of Friday morning. The scene was the ground floor, in the half-lit kitchen.  A single lamp swaying above a kitchen table illuminated the motionless cast below. Four people in the kitchen, and all was dead silent.    Norway, seated at the kitchen table, was the perfect picture of calm. Not a strand of hair or a fold of clothing was out of place as he gazed leisurely upon the newspaper spread before him. His features were stolid as always, not betraying any straying thoughts or emotions he might contain. However, the page didn’t turn, not once in thi

    “Seriously? All of these?”    “All of these,” (Name’s) coworker, Amira, confirmed grimly. The metal fixtures of the jumbo bookcart creaked as she put her weight into it to inch it towards (Name). “Gotta be shelved today.”    (Name) couldn’t stifle the exasperated groan that came out. Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem. It was her job, after all, a job which she enjoyed and wished to earn her wage. But they were alarmingly short-staffed today, near half of the crew at home with the new virus going around, which meant that there were a lot of tasks that could only be performed by c

    "Woooooooo-hoooooo!!" The ex-nation Prussia barreled through the front door at full force, skidding to a dangerously slippery stop that involved knocking several pictures off the walls. He whipped the wet locks of hair out of his face before throwing a shout to the person following him. "What---a---storm!! Am I right? Am I right?" he whooped.    "Only because you looked at the weather forecast," (Name) stepped over the threshold more cautiously, hair dripping in soaked bunches and clothes clinging to her body. She quietly shut the door to the tempest outside. "I thought you said we didn't need an umbrella, Gil." "Never said it wasn't

    The ceiling was custard yellow and had two square feet of hairline cracks at the far right in the shape of a rabbit. The wallpaper was peeling, but the beds straight and lined up neatly on each wall. Both of her fists were curled into the pristine white sheets and were stinging with sleepiness. The pillows were pink and scented like cheap fabric softener, and there were three of them even though she only slept with one.    It was one of those very sudden awakenings. The kind where you didn’t understand what awake meant, where you weren’t aware that you were ever asleep, or ever breathed, or had a name. No fuzzy, cozy stirrin