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Nerve settled as a lump in your throat.
You were good at ice skating- hell, you had made the Olympic team! So why did your heart beat at an irregular pace and your hands shake as your fingers ran over the intricate {f/c} designs. It was your first year, and all the other team members reminded you of that, earning you nicknames like 'Rookie' and 'First Timer.' All in good humor, of course. Everyone was nice.
The Canadian team was finishing up and you had to admit that the partners had a fire of passion as they skated, no fear there or at least not surfacing. Then again, they were the infamous Williams siblings. They practically were born skating.
Before them skated the Russian team. And did you love the performance. The girl- she was stunning. Her landings were fluent and her arms moved in a graceful way that could rival the nimble moves of a swan. She was named Anya, you believed and she skated with a close friend Ivan. There had been rumors of love between them, but the way he looked at her versus how she looked at him disproved that rumor. No lust shone in their eyes, only family type love.
That Ivan though. He was not as graceful or fluent as Anya, no, he held a brawn like composure with a cat like grin and a crooked hooked nose. Silver blond hair sat unruly on his head, the speed from skating giving it more of a windswept look. His hands were a good size bigger than hers and height wise he was a literal giant.
As an American skater and a rival to him it was your duty not to be intrigued by him! Americans and Russians didn't mix, right? Besides, with such a rough look to him he probably had women at his feet back in Moscow. The thought discouraged you, but also filled you with a hopefulness that this feeling would rub off.
"You can get out and there and start warming up," a man said with a thick Russian accent. With a shaky breath, you get up off the bench and slid onto the smooth ice.
The familiar feel of the ice was comforting as you picked up momentum and crossed your arms behind your back, the blades on your custom skates slowly wearing and getting used to the ice.
Your eyes had been down solidly on the ice, watching the ice slid underneath your skates. At least it was until you felt a burning stare into your back making your stomach sink and heart beat. Slowly you turn your head catching eye contact with the man you had tried to avoid. Ivan.
He had this sick almost childish grin on his face, watching your moves like a hawk. Quickly you turned your head back and skated to the middle. No time to over think your petty emotions. Heaving a breath you fell back into Alfred's spread arms in a dipping like way. The light slowly shone in your eyes and the faint sound of music came into your ears.
You were off.
To be honest, you don't remember most of the routine besides a few turns and spins and landings. You don't think anything went wrong or at least you don't remember. When you finally came to it again, you were skating towards the exit of the rink with probably the most shell shocked look to ever seen by your teammates. Still, they held proud smiles and opened their arms as soon as you entered the 'dugout.'
"You did great, {f/n}!"
"A helluva lot better than my first time out on an Olympic rink!"
"Man you really stunned the judges!"
You could only murmur a few thanks with sugarcoated smiles before slipping on your loafers and zipping up your TEAM USA jacket. "I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be back," you say dismissing yourself.
Your head was done once more, focus back on the ground and your shoes with your hands stuffed inside your pockets. You were sure that you heard a 'good job' from someone on the Canadian team, but you weren't sure. Suddenly, a cold hand grasped your wrist tugging you from your thoughts.
"Хорошо, красивая," a voice said in distinct and clear Russian. A small childlike laugh followed after, "Oh sorry, my American friend, I was wishing you a happy job."
His English was not that great, but it was better than your Russian so you couldn't quite complain. Still, you felt his cold presence right behind you. It sent shivers running up your spine.
Roughly you tug your wrist out of his grasp with a bold look covering up your pounding heart.
"T-thank you, but no thank you," you say. You hoped it came out stronger than it sounded to you. His childish grin faltered.
"Oh, no thanks? Why is this, little American?"
'Little American? I'm not that ti-' you interrupted your thought as you gazed up at him. He did rightly tower over you by much. You weren't sure how tall you were, but it was not even close to his height. You gulped.
"Leave me be," you said backing up a bit, "please."
The corner of his mouth tipped up and bowed his head a little bit.
"As you wish, my little Девочки," Ivan says turning away. "As you wish."
You hurry to the bathroom, checking every corner to see if he lurked.
Even at night, safe in your hotel room you wonder if he was the monster that parents warn lives under your bed.
You were good at ice skating- hell, you had made the Olympic team! So why did your heart beat at an irregular pace and your hands shake as your fingers ran over the intricate {f/c} designs. It was your first year, and all the other team members reminded you of that, earning you nicknames like 'Rookie' and 'First Timer.' All in good humor, of course. Everyone was nice.
The Canadian team was finishing up and you had to admit that the partners had a fire of passion as they skated, no fear there or at least not surfacing. Then again, they were the infamous Williams siblings. They practically were born skating.
Before them skated the Russian team. And did you love the performance. The girl- she was stunning. Her landings were fluent and her arms moved in a graceful way that could rival the nimble moves of a swan. She was named Anya, you believed and she skated with a close friend Ivan. There had been rumors of love between them, but the way he looked at her versus how she looked at him disproved that rumor. No lust shone in their eyes, only family type love.
That Ivan though. He was not as graceful or fluent as Anya, no, he held a brawn like composure with a cat like grin and a crooked hooked nose. Silver blond hair sat unruly on his head, the speed from skating giving it more of a windswept look. His hands were a good size bigger than hers and height wise he was a literal giant.
As an American skater and a rival to him it was your duty not to be intrigued by him! Americans and Russians didn't mix, right? Besides, with such a rough look to him he probably had women at his feet back in Moscow. The thought discouraged you, but also filled you with a hopefulness that this feeling would rub off.
"You can get out and there and start warming up," a man said with a thick Russian accent. With a shaky breath, you get up off the bench and slid onto the smooth ice.
The familiar feel of the ice was comforting as you picked up momentum and crossed your arms behind your back, the blades on your custom skates slowly wearing and getting used to the ice.
Your eyes had been down solidly on the ice, watching the ice slid underneath your skates. At least it was until you felt a burning stare into your back making your stomach sink and heart beat. Slowly you turn your head catching eye contact with the man you had tried to avoid. Ivan.
He had this sick almost childish grin on his face, watching your moves like a hawk. Quickly you turned your head back and skated to the middle. No time to over think your petty emotions. Heaving a breath you fell back into Alfred's spread arms in a dipping like way. The light slowly shone in your eyes and the faint sound of music came into your ears.
You were off.
To be honest, you don't remember most of the routine besides a few turns and spins and landings. You don't think anything went wrong or at least you don't remember. When you finally came to it again, you were skating towards the exit of the rink with probably the most shell shocked look to ever seen by your teammates. Still, they held proud smiles and opened their arms as soon as you entered the 'dugout.'
"You did great, {f/n}!"
"A helluva lot better than my first time out on an Olympic rink!"
"Man you really stunned the judges!"
You could only murmur a few thanks with sugarcoated smiles before slipping on your loafers and zipping up your TEAM USA jacket. "I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be back," you say dismissing yourself.
Your head was done once more, focus back on the ground and your shoes with your hands stuffed inside your pockets. You were sure that you heard a 'good job' from someone on the Canadian team, but you weren't sure. Suddenly, a cold hand grasped your wrist tugging you from your thoughts.
"Хорошо, красивая," a voice said in distinct and clear Russian. A small childlike laugh followed after, "Oh sorry, my American friend, I was wishing you a happy job."
His English was not that great, but it was better than your Russian so you couldn't quite complain. Still, you felt his cold presence right behind you. It sent shivers running up your spine.
Roughly you tug your wrist out of his grasp with a bold look covering up your pounding heart.
"T-thank you, but no thank you," you say. You hoped it came out stronger than it sounded to you. His childish grin faltered.
"Oh, no thanks? Why is this, little American?"
'Little American? I'm not that ti-' you interrupted your thought as you gazed up at him. He did rightly tower over you by much. You weren't sure how tall you were, but it was not even close to his height. You gulped.
"Leave me be," you said backing up a bit, "please."
The corner of his mouth tipped up and bowed his head a little bit.
"As you wish, my little Девочки," Ivan says turning away. "As you wish."
You hurry to the bathroom, checking every corner to see if he lurked.
Even at night, safe in your hotel room you wonder if he was the monster that parents warn lives under your bed.
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guess whose back back back back back again. ymurica's back, tell your friends.
anywho so i had this idea while i was reading and i was like my goodness gracious this would be a great russia x reader thing so tADA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it shouldn't be a long serious, probably only 3 chapters and may or may not include a tiny bit of forced diddly.
edit i know there are a few spelling errors, but my computer is not letting me edit them so bear with me!
anywayayaya so yeah i love creepy russia so here that is.
translations:
Хорошо, красивая- Good job, lovely
Девочки- girl
thanks 4 reading!!!!!
watch, fave and comment!!
anywho so i had this idea while i was reading and i was like my goodness gracious this would be a great russia x reader thing so tADA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it shouldn't be a long serious, probably only 3 chapters and may or may not include a tiny bit of forced diddly.
edit i know there are a few spelling errors, but my computer is not letting me edit them so bear with me!
anywayayaya so yeah i love creepy russia so here that is.
translations:
Хорошо, красивая- Good job, lovely
Девочки- girl
thanks 4 reading!!!!!
watch, fave and comment!!
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Actually, U.S. Caucasian men seem to be going after Russian women more now, apparently everyone here thinks that it's a good mix.