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APH Male!BelarusxReader - A Mathematical SleepoverAN: Very randomly, I decided to write something about Male!Belarus and somehow wound up with this…Cutie Fem!Russia FTW! Technically, this is a Male!Belarus x Female!Reader, but I added some very, very subtle hints of Fem!Russia and Female!Reader ‘cuz it’s so cute =O= (okay, not too subtle XD)APH Male!BelarusxReader - A Mathematical Sleepover by SweetAppleVinegar
You slammed your locker shut with a bang, startled out of your little reverie. “You scared me, Anya!” You scowled at your Russian best friend, watching as she jogged hurriedly over to you with her long pretty locks of hair flying behind her figure.
“You were daydreaming again, weren’t you?” She looked accusingly at you, narrowing her amethyst eyes and pouting her lips. “And right in the middle of locker break too! You’re lucky we have the same class next period or else you would’ve been late because of all your little daydreaming, da? You’re such a dreamer, (Name)!” Anya giggled now, pu
Nyo!BelarusxReader: My ObsessionNyo!BelarusxReader: My Obsession by Banshee-Scream
Your touch, your ways
Leave me dumb without reason
Your love, my cage
My prison so pleasing
I spend my days
Tangled in thoughts of you
Stuck in this place
Resigned to be your fool
I thirst no longer
Drenching my soul
Pour out like water
You're my only infatuation
Don't leave me stranded
In my obsession
-Skillet My Obsession
"Please Belarus go away!" you shouted hiding behind you locked front door.
You could hear his nails scraping away at the wood of the door. It was only a matter of time before your Belarusian stalker got through the barrier between the two of you, "Niama!" [No] he shouted, "Come out _________, let's become one!"
Letting out a slight whimper you unconsciously gripped the knife in your hand tighter as you tried to get further and further into the corner. "Please please make it stop."
"________, this nasty door that is separating us is almost gone," with a loud crack the door flew off its hinges and there he stood. Nikolai Arlofsky; personification of Belarus, he w
Male! Belarus x Reader. Not His Type -part 2. Your captor is obviously Nikolai. Why else would he tell you to go outside right before you're drugged and unconsciencely dragged his house? Despite the situation you were in, you couldn't help but snort and smirk at the stupidity of your Belarussian friend.Male! Belarus x Reader. Not His Type -part 2. by Skitsophraniac
The door to his bedroom was slightly open just a crack. You sat on his bed and debated whether to go out and just walk away from the house, or to wait for Nikolai.
Luckily, the choice was made for you. Nikolai opened the door and leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed and eyes level with yours in a glare. That was how he always looked, even if he didn't mean to glare.
You glared back at him, completely ignoring the remaining drowsiness from the drugs he put on that clothe that lead to your current state, "Why the hell did you drug me? I would've come without any of your persuasion tactics."
His eyes narrowed, "Why aren't you scre
Male!Belarus x Reader - Out Of The BlueMale!Belarus x Reader - Out Of The BlueMale!Belarus x Reader - Out Of The Blue by what-the-crapola
A/N: Just so you know, the lyrics at the beginning of the section represent Nikolai's (Male!Belarus) thoughts, and the lyrics at the end of the section represent the Reader's feelings.
Have you ever had the feeling
There must be more than what meets the eye?
Nikolai looked out the window, his breath fogging up the window. When he inhaled, the glass cleared up again. He exhaled softly and then inhaled sharply, observing the window in front of him. The tip of his knife was being gently dragged along the windowsill, as the heavy guitar riffs of the music that he liked blasted through the house.
Everything seemed normal, of course, but that was absolutely not the case. Something was troubling Nikolai, and he just couldn't...pinpoint what it was.
Yes. That was what was bothering him. Not the fact that something was bothering him, but the fact that he didn't know quite what it was.
To say that strange things were happening recentl