You Will Learn to Love Me - Male!Belarus x F!Reader
Fandom: Hetalia Word Count: 3,255
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Warnings/disclaim: general Male!Belarus is an aggressive stalker; it can be triggering to some people. This is NOT meant to romanticize talking or stalkers. Stalking someone is NOT okay whether it’s gentle and patient or not, do NOT invade others privacy. Reader in this basically falls in love with Nikolai at first sight, so she brushes off his tendencies, still is NOT safe for IRL. This fanfic fantasy, do NOT romanticize it. Some yandere thoughts from Nik.
Author’s Note: (continued under story) Originally posted on DeviantArt, under the same username, on 05/25/2014. Revamped/edited in 2020
___ is a blank for your name/oc/whatever you prefer Written in 3rd person
Line/header is to separate paragraphs to indicate time skips, as Tumblr hates my formatting.
Story under cut
___ yawned softly as she set down her book. In her favorite little cafe, she sipped her caramel latte then picked up her book, continuing to read.
Time lapsed, she put down her book to drink her latte, as she put down her book, she noticed someone was sitting at her table. She smiled gently at him before taking a drink. He was staring at her, with very determined eyes. He didn't smile back. "C-can I help you with something?" ___ marked her book and set it down fully. "Dy." He stated with a thick Russian sounding accent, but he kept staring and not saying anything. She assumed it meant yes by his tone. "Well, what can I help you will?" She asked cautiously. He sat up very straight and locked his ice blue eyes with her (e/c) eyes. "Love me." She smiled slightly as a slight blush formed on her cheeks. "I don't even know you." She thought this was just a joke, so why not play along. "But I know you, ___." ___ paused and looked at him. He just kept staring. His icy blue eyes were boring into her (e/c) eyes. "How do you know my name?" "I know a lot more than just your name. So love me." She had no idea how bad he wished to just kidnap her. He still wanted her happy though, so getting her to love him seemed like a nice try. If it didn't work, he would just kidnap her. He was very prepared. She looked at him then looked from side to side and gave him a nervous laughed. "Did Mel put you up to this? She's always trying to set me up with guys." "Niama." He stated plainly. Which she assumed was no. Something inside told her to run as fast as she could. But there was something about him that enticed her to stay there. "Why don't we be friends first?" She asked with a gentle smile. "Then will you love me?" He never hesitated. She was starting to sense he was being very serious. Her heart raced, noticing this was no joke. "Maybe someday," she eyed him and tried to stay calm. "You will learn to love me." He stated plainly. She felt her heart jump. "Are you going to hurt me?" ___ asked a little wide-eyed. "Niama. I will never cause you physical harm." ’He isn't hesitating so maybe it's true.’ she thought to herself. "Okay,” she looked down at her hands then at her book then back at the man sitting to her right. "Well, what's your name?" "Nikolai Arlovski." "That's a very handsome name." His eyes didn't move from hers but she could see a slight blush on his checks. She smiled softly, 'He's kinda cute when he blushes.’ He didn't reply. "With your accent and name. Are you Russian?" "Niama. I am from Belarus." He gave her a small smirk. He was actually very handsome. Icy blue eyes, shaggy pale blonde hair, and skin like smooth ivory. He was in a very big tan winter coat which seemed to be lined with black fur. It looked lovely on him. Silence hung in the air as both of them stared at each other. She leaned over and took her latte. "Well, can we be friends first?" She didn't want to get his hopes up. Just because he's attractive doesn't mean she'd date him, let alone love him. He thought for a moment this time. "Will I have a better chance that way?" She smiled and thought for a moment. He was being very honest and patient, maybe she could give him the benefit of the doubt. She shrugged with the gentle smile that never seemed to move from her plump lips. "More than likely. You are so honest, I like that about you already." He smirked, 'She falling for me already. This might be easier than locking her up.’ "I am glad you are starting to love me already." "I never-." "You will learn to love me. I will do everything I can." She stared at Nik. 'There are no questions, only statements. 'How much confidence or seriousness he must have to do this with no hesitation.’ "What do you like about a guy? I will do whatever is needed." Nikolai asked leaning a little closer to ___, putting his elbows on the table between them. "Just be yourself." He shook his head no. "What do you like in a guy? I will not ask again, so tell me." He wasn't going to let her get off with that answer apparently. "Well... I like gentlemen, it's nice to be treated like a princess sometimes." Her smiled from before was still playing on her lips but her eyes sparkled like a little girl for a moment. "It'd be nice if he likes reading and art." "I will do both of those easily. You are mine, treating you like a princess will not even need effort. I must protect you and keep you happy. I'll just make sure to be more gentle like with my words." He smirked softly. "My sister, who is from Russia, raised me on arts and music. I like to read. Reading is how I found you." "Found me?" ___ echoed in question. He leaned down his side where he had a bag. Which she hadn't noticed until now. He pulled out a newspaper and extended it to her. She took it from him softly. There was a picture of her in a group of people. She knew what the picture was for. It was doing an amazing job on a project at her work. It was under the business section, where almost no one reads. "I saw you and I had to know everything about you. I fell in love with you, reading all your awards and progress, also reading your journal on your one website. How you're always smiling" He took the paper from her and placed it neatly back into his bag. "I know almost everything about you." She was silent. He leaned across the table and took her hand. His hands and eyes were so warm. "I love you, ___." After a couple of minutes, she smiled softly. "I would like to get to know you better. So that, maybe, I can return that love." He smiled broadly. "I knew you'd learn to love me."
Months had passed. Nikolai and ___ had been very close. He treated her like a princess, he was very, very, protective of her. He never let her more than an arms reach from him while she was with or near him. He also seemed to pop up when a new guy would start talking to her. He even moved into an apartment across from hers. He cooked for her every chance he got. He always took her places and bought her small things. She had to be careful not to comment on things she wanted that are expensive. Or else he would buy them; she learned that after he tried to buy her a new car. He was like a best friend whom she was very attracted to and always made her happy. There was something more there, but she never really dug into it. Every day before he walked to her door. He would ask. "Do you love me yet?" His smirk was always gentle and sad. She would simply smile and say. "We'll just have to see tomorrow." He would smile slightly. "Then goodnight and sleep well." With that, she would say goodnight and enter her apartment.
___ was at her favorite cafe once again. Of course, Nikolai tagged along. Both were just sitting there reading, with an occasional sip of drinks then Nikolai glanced over at ___. "Hey, ___," Nikolai questioned finally. He had to ask her. She didn't stop reading, just simply said. "Yes?" He sighed and reached over and pushed down her book so she'd look at him. She quickly put in her bookmark then grabbed her drink and took a sip. She smiled and looked at Nik. "Okay, you have my full attention." "Will you go to dinner with me tomorrow night?" "Sure, my kitchen or yours?" She giggled and smiled at him since they did it often. "No. I mean to a restaurant. You will need to dress up too. When you love me and marry me. I will do this often. I just want to show you how I will treat you." "There you go again with the 'when' and not the 'if',” she laughed softly, taking another sip of her drink. He smiled. "There you go again, thinking I won't make you love me." ___ sighed jokingly and smiled slightly. "What happens if I don't?" "You will." He smiled viciously. When he smiled like that a shiver ran down her spine, something about it scared her and attracted her to Nik even more. "Then you're going with me to dinner, right?" "Just as friends or as a date?" "I told you to dress up, so date." She thought for a moment, this would be a big step for her. To accept a real date from him for once. She had declined multiple dates before now. "Where are we going?" "I knew it,” he smiled more whole-hearted. "Dress very nicely, I will pick you up at 6 pm at your door tomorrow night." "I will need to go shopping for a dress then." He grinned, it was so sexy and lustful, and she blushed at the sight. "I'll go with you,” he scooted closer to her. "No, you won't! It's meant to be a surprise~!" She gingerly pushed him back. He considered it for a moment before sighing and giving her a soft smirk. "Okay. Only because I am allowing it." "You act like I'm yours,” she looked down at her latte in her hands. "You are, you just don't know it yet,” she smiled at his confidence, before glancing up at him. This was the usual banter; it happened all the time. "Here take my card," Nik said before extending it to her. "No, I can't do that." "I wasn't asking. Take it,” she blushed at his dominance, he rarely showed it surprisingly. Staying true to his conviction to try and be more gentle with his words. She sighed, in defeat, knowing if she argued she wouldn’t win. She’s learned that the hard way a few months ago. Taking the card from him, she gasped. "It has my first name but your last name?" She traced her finger over the words: ___ Arlovski. "I told you, you're mine,” he stated nonchalantly while taking a sip of his coffee. Her flush reached her ears, for a moment. Nikolai smiled brightly, a rare thing, he loved making her blush over the smallest things. Although these past 9 months have been the best. Was this the best idea, leading him on? He's never hurt her, physically or emotionally. He was a bit controlling at times, but if she was firm or really wanted it. He’d let her be her own person. But the thought of what the future might hold was a little scary for ___. For she didn’t know how she truly felt about Nikolai.
___was in another dress shop. She just couldn't find what she wanted. While shopping, she started thinking about Nikolai, she stopped moving for a second from the dress she was looking at. <Why am I thinking about him all the time? Why do I always want to make him happy?' She rolled these thoughts around in her mind. She was looking at elegant dresses that would be modest. Then she stopped and thought. Why can't I get him off my mind? Do I love him? Or do I fear him? Do I think of ways to make him happy, just out of fear of what he might do? Or do I do it, because I like to see him smile' Continuing her contemplation, while perusing gowns. While balancing out the truths and assumptions in her mind, she froze, she admitted in the smallest whisper. "I love him." It was so softly that even she could barely hear it. ___’s checks burned while she smiled thinking of Nik. Then a devious thought came to mind. She walked over to a sales clerk, who was fixing a displace. "Hello,” she greeted the employee with a sly smirk. "Why hello." She politely smiled at ___. "I need a dress for a very special night. Something good for a happy confession. Somewhat sexy too." She smiled and looked ___ up and down before doing a devious smirk that matched ___'s. "I have the perfect thing." She winked at ___.
Nikolai was in an old fashion tailcoat, wearing an all-black suit and undershirt with ___'s favorite color of tie. He was slicking back his hair then his nerves hit and he messed it up again. He breathed out and patted his pants pocket to make sure the small box was there. He smiled. She was going to say yes. There was no doubt in his mind. Love or not, he would marry her. She will be Mrs. Arlovski. But he had to ask first, he wanted her to be willing, so she’d stay happy and smiling, the way he fell in love with her. It was almost 6 pm, he grabbed his phone, keys, and wallet then exited his apartment. Locking the door behind him. He faced ____’s door and breathed deeply, calming himself, mentally preparing for anything that didn’t go as planned tonight. Steeling himself, he knocked on the door. ___ was panicking, debating if she was ready, and then she heard a knock at the door. She quickly grabbed her coat and slipped it on. Then she opened the door. Nikolai was about to speak then his breath caught in his throat. ___ was beyond elegant and gorgeous, just with her makeup and hair alone, done in an amazing up-do. He noticed blush spreading across her cheeks. Oh, how he loved it when she blushed. "Nik, you're staring with your mouth open." She reached up and pushed his jaw up, closing it.
Nikolai and ___ were at the restaurant, it was big, crowded with beautiful people. A host was showing them to their table, which was a little spread away from everyone else. Just for a little privacy. Host set the menu's down, gesturing for them to sit before walking away. Nikolai put his hands on ___’s shoulders. "Time to take off your coat." He whispered raucously. His curiosity was eating away at him; he had to know what she was wearing. She smirked and undid her buttons. He quickly slipped it off her shoulders. ___ was in a dark blue strapless dress, the back gone until the middle of her back. The dress clung to the curve of her body until about mid-thigh then flowed down from there. She turned around to face Nik. He breathed in quickly, seeing how the dress gripped the front of her, showing off her beautiful neckline. She was wearing a choker necklace, thin and loose around her neck. It was the first thing Nikolai had bought for her. His eyes danced all over her, oh how he wanted her. He wanted to lock ___ in the basement and keep her all to himself. But more than anything he wanted her love in return. Locking her up probably wouldn't be the best way to get that, but it was his last option if she rejected him tonight. He had been more than patient; it had been 9 months since he found her and 8 months of trying so hard to keep a distance. Nik wanted nothing more than her, right now, in every way. He couldn't keep his distance now, though. Nik could see men around the restaurant staring at her backside. Staring at ___, he growled softly, his ___. His body moved, roughly pulling her against his body. His lips smashing against hers and his strong arms snaking around her waist and back, holding her body against his even more. He soon realized what he did. He slowly pulled away from her, he had forced himself on her, after resisting for so long, that isn’t how he wanted their first kiss to be. He stared at her bright red face. Her eyes were wide but she never fought back. Nikolai smiled placed a hand against her cheek. He leaned in slowly; ___ closed her eyes, Nik smiled. He gently placed his lips against hers. ___ smiled into the kiss and kissed back. This was how he wanted their first kiss to be. Nikolai pulled away and stared into her eyes. 'Things are going better than planned. Maybe I won't have to lock her up after all.' "Should we sit down?" She asked in a small voice, her blush had traveled to her ears. Nikolai nodded and guided her, to her seat and pulled it out the chair for her, and gently pushed it back in.
By now they were eating, the food was spectacular. Although, ___ didn't even really know what she ate, because she didn’t get to choose. Once the waiter came, Nikolai ordered for both of them and sent him away. She’d asked why he didn’t let her choose, and he simply stated he already knew what she would love. He changed the subject quickly and they joked and laughed until the food arrived. Dessert had arrived now. ___ was talking small spoonfuls of ice cream while listening to Nikolai talk about his Russian sister. "You love her, don't you?" She questioned without thinking. He smiled and leaned forward a bit to reach across the table to hold her hand. "Not as much as I love you." ___ blushed which made Nikolai smile even more. "I love you, too,” she whispered. Nik froze for a second; he had almost given up on hearing her confess. He stood quickly and walked over to her. "Finally." With that, he put a hand on the back of her head and kissed her. Pulling her up from her sitting position. His arm pulled her close to him. ___ kissed back, wrapping her arms around him. After a moment, they pulled away slowly and stared into each other's eyes. Nikolai rubbed small circles on her back while resting his forehead against hers. 'My sister was right, if I just tried long enough, I would have her next to me.' He thought to himself with a small smile while staring into ___'s beautiful eyes. "I love you, Nikolai." She whispered again. "I love you, ___" He pulled away from her slowly and got down on one knee. ___'s froze as Nikolai pulled out the small box. He took her left hand in his, lacing their fingers together. Her other hand was over her mouth. He opened the box to show a small sliver, yet gorgeous, ring. "Nik I-" she whispered. "Wait." He kissed her hand then slid the ring onto her ring finger. Of course, it fit perfectly, he knew everything about her. "Marry me." Now that he knew she loved him too. She had learned to love him. He couldn't wait any longer to make her officially his in every way. As she hesitated, she looked in his eyes and let the words echo in her mind. She beamed at him lovingly. It wasn’t a question; it was a demand.
Author’s Note: continued So I love Male!Belarus. I think it's just the protectiveness and dominant side. Sorry if he is a little OOC. Got this Belarusian Google Translate. Sorry if it's wrong. Niama supposed to mean no. Dy supposed to mean yes. Also, I just googled what Male!Belarus’ name would be, but I don’t know if there is a canon or not.
