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(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

(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