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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. She wasn’t lost though. Only lost as to what to do. She glanced at the paint-chipped fire hydrant that sat by her feet. (Name) always processed things better when saying them out loud as if someone was listening, and the hydrant seemed affable enough
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(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 and make things right.
But then someone would inevitably come in and see him, and then that look would flash across their face and frightened eyes, like oh God not you again, why is he here, why does he have to be here, and that was when he would remember that no,
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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 thirty minutes, not even crinkling like it might if he was browsing the articles. Which he wasn’t. His sharpened eyes were fixed upon a single point in the print.
Denmark sat across from him, but with his normally shining azure eyes churning in a clouded storm he did not loo
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“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 certain employees left unfulfilled. Generally, if something just had to be completed, it would fall to the next most-qualified. Which in this case, was not qualified in the least.
“Amira, doesn’t the Man know that I don’t know Russian?
I like to draw.
Sometimes I read stories on here.
99% of the time I'm busy with college, though.
Translation: "I'm hardly ever on this site, so don't expect much activity from me."
Most of my doodles are related to games/animu/cartoons/you get the idea.
Feel free to comment on stuff (obviously) if we have common interests.
Don't feel obligated to thank me for s and stuff like that, though you're welcome to do what you want, honestly.
Please don't ask me for points or whatever dA is offering these days--I'm a college student i.e. poor; I do not have the money to waste on that nonsense.
Art trades and requests are generally considered open, but I will reject ideas that I don't feel like drawing--don't take it personally.