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There’s a knock at the front door. You wipe your eyes and hug your knees to your chest, not really wanting to see anyone. Nothing worse than being picked on all day.
She tells you how stupid you are, how nobody will love such a stupid, ugly cry-baby. She repeatedly tells you what a baby you are, watching cartoons all day. She just tells you you’re a baby and should go home and curl up with your stupid Hello Kitty doll.
Luckily Yao wasn’t around to hear that part.
Still, it hurts. Even if it’s something little, it just gets to you, and you hate it. Apparently you’re never too old to be bullied.
The person at the door is persistent, knocking harder. You stand up to go and answer it before the door gets broken down or something.
Opening it gently, you sigh when you see that it’s only Ivan.
“Hey,” you say.
“________? What is wrong?” he asks, frowning when he notices your tear-stained cheeks and red eyes.
“…nothing,” you lie. Ivan was one of the friends you could really open up to, but he creeps the hell out of people a lot of the time. You never really understood why.
“Why are you crying, moy tsvetok?” he follows you inside, closing the door behind him. You fall back onto your couch and Ivan sits next to you. You look at the one hand he is keeping behind him.
“I’m not, I’m just… allergic,” you tell him.
“…I hope it’s not to sunflowers…” he mumbles, producing them from behind his back. He hands them to you and you can’t help smiling. He loves sunflowers and knows you do, too.
“Thanks, Ivan, they’re beautiful. What are they for?” you ask, lying them down on the table.
“Well, they’re to cheer you up.”
“…you didn’t even know I was upset.”
He grins, “Ah, I do now.”
You narrow your eyes as you realise you walked right into that one.
“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong, ________?”
You pause. You can tell him anything, of course you can. You turn so that your back is facing him. Taking hold of his long scarf, you bury your face into it as you say, “Ivan, do you think I’m stupid?”
“What? Stupid? Of course not! Why would you think-”
“What about ugly?”
“N-no! Why do-”
“What about a cry-baby?”
Even though you keep his scarf pressed onto your face, he suddenly takes hold of your shoulders and pulls you onto his lap. He puts his arms around you, saying, “________, stop. Why would you think these things?”
“I don’t,” you reply, voice muffled by the fabric. He tries to pull his scarf away from you, but you keep a tight clutch on it, refusing to let it go.
“Then who told you that?” His voice has an angry tone to it, which doesn’t really seem possible for your Russian friend. He usually speaks in a soft tone, especially to you, and you’ve rarely heard him speak in any other way. …Well, maybe when he’s creeping people out he speaks… differently.
“…Don’t worry, Ivan. It’s not important.”
“If they have upset you then I want to know about it. ”
“Ivan, stop. There’s nothing you can do, right? And don’t go and beat her up,” you say with a slight giggle.
He sighs, “You know it’s not true, right? What she says, it’s not true at all.”
You smile gently and look up at him, “Ivan-”
“No, really. You’re a lovely, unique person. People think I’m strange, too. Maybe people just don’t get us sometimes,” he says, grinning, “You’re not a baby, you’re not stupid, and you most certainly aren’t ugly. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”
“…really?” you whisper.
He nods, still grinning, “Absolutely.”
You sit in silence for a moment, unsure of what to say next.
“So, you never told me, ________, who is it that’s actually saying these things to you?” he asks.
“Natalya,” you say.
“…as in, my sister?”
“…right. Let’s go.”
Ivan moved you off of his lap and onto the couch so that he could get up. He then walked straight into your bedroom.
“Uh… Ivan, what are you doing?” you ask.
He then calmly says, “Helping you pack. We’re going to have to leave the country.”
Request for :iconchels-luvs-chicken: who just asked for something cute with Russia about the reader getting picked on and Russia saying that it's not true. Buuuuut, Belarus is just too freaky :P

Anyway, hope you like it :meow:

Also, this is why I don't like naming things! Honestly, the one part I hate is giving names to things that need names, like stories, pets... children... (lol, I hope I'll be well prepared by the time I have kids :P)

Pic not mine, found on Google, any mistakes pointed out is appreciated ;)

I don't own anything but the story ;)

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PrussiasKitten Featured By Owner Oct 15, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Ha! I am not scared of Belarus..... (maybe just a wee bit creeped out) lol I love how Russia was all like... "we're going to have to leave the country."
Marshmallow-Maraca Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Glad you liked it~
animeforever01 Featured By Owner Aug 1, 2014  Hobbyist
I loved the ending!
Marshmallow-Maraca Featured By Owner Aug 2, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
hahah thank you~ :3
Ask-Girl-CrowFeather Featured By Owner Jul 8, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
XD the end
Marshmallow-Maraca Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
hahah glad you liked it ^^
Ask-Girl-CrowFeather Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
:3 he wouldn't stand up to his sister, she is terrifying
poprox5 Featured By Owner Jun 7, 2014
“Well, they’re to cheer you up.”
“…you didn’t even know I was upset.”
He grins, “Ah, I do now.”
You narrow your eyes as you realise you walked right into that one.

I died at this part. Panda LOL 
Marshmallow-Maraca Featured By Owner Jun 11, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
:) glad you liked it~
poprox5 Featured By Owner Jun 11, 2014
Hard to think anyone WOULDN'T like this one.
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