[Child!Russia x Reader] - Goodnight, My Ivan

(F/N)'s snow boots made little cracking sounds as she trudged through the snow. By now, all of this part of her country had experienced winter's wrath. She didn't seemed to be phased too badly—this occurred every year for the young girl.

However, today was a different cold and lifeless day. For the country personification of (C/N) was about to have her life changed forever.

Pulling her thick coat close to her body, (F/N) squinted against the sharp crystals that fell around her. She was certain she had heard soft pleas for help earlier. And now, she was determined to find the owner of the quiet voice.

She reached the lake, the cries slowly dying down due to the wind. (F/N) sighed and started to turn around, when she noticed a scarf blowing near an oak to her left. Quickly, she marched over to the tree.

Her eyes widened at the sight. There, huddled against the roots was a little boy. He coughed and sneezed and pulled his thin coat so tight to his shivering body, (F/N) was afraid he might make himself pop. His skin seemed sickly pale and frozen.

"Hello," (F/N) whispered softly as she caressed his snow covered cheek. "Can you hear me?"

The body squeaked in reply. At least he could hear her. She gingerly lifted the child off of the roots and held his wet body close to her own.

"There, there. It'll be okay. You'll be warm soon." With that, (F/N) unbuttoned her coat, placed him on her side, then buttoned it back up. The boy mumbled something inaudible, but (F/N) was just relieved to see that he was alive.

It took a few minutes until both were at (F/N)'s warm, two-story house. The door opened with a creak.

The boy—Ivan, as he had informed (F/N) after he awoken the first time—yawned widely and lifted his head off of his rescuer's shoulder. She looked over at him with her silver eyes, smiling warmly.

"Glad to see you're awake now, Ivan," she said.

"T-Thanks for helping me, again, Miss (F/N)."

(F/N) nodded and set him down on the soft couch. The sudden contact with the new environment make Ivan shiver slightly. Soon, a fleece blanket was set around him and (F/N) handed him a mug of hot chocolate.

"You don't mind if I put this on your blisters, right?" she asked.

Ivan shook his head. "I'll be strong. You can put it on me, Miss (F/N)." She smiled, taking his little hands in hers.

The cream was gently rubbed onto Ivan's red hands. It stung and caused him to flinch at first, but soon, he grew used to it.

"There you go," the girl said, wrapping his blisters. "All finished."

He took the final sip of his hot chocolate, then set the mug down. "Me too! But now I'm tired." Ivan looked at (F/N) with his violet eyes filled with sleepiness.

She took his bandaged hands and lifted him up onto the floor. "Let's go to sleep then, shall we?"

The child yawned and nodded. (F/N) smiled as she led him to her bedroom. She opened the door, revealing a large bed with a plush blue blanket, soft pillows, and several teddy bears lined up on the headboard.

"The bears are just something I've kept. Don't mind them." (F/N) said. Ivan just giggled and climbed onto his side. He grabbed a mahogany colored teddy, holding it close. "That's Mr. Sam," the female country pointed out as she pulled the covers over herself.

Ivan fell next to her and squeezed the bear, his eyes slowly closing in tiredness and content. (F/N) chuckled, kissed his forehead, and mumbled, "Good night, my Ivan. Sweet dreams."