Content: GN!Reader, Kidnapping, unwanted buff cuddles and implied noncon
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Russia too big and hot, the same goes for it's human form Ivan Braginski. You are like little Latvia... but instead of oppressing you in a harsh way, he wants you to be his completely without having to threaten you in the same way. But what so many people tend to forget is that Russia is also one of the coldest and cruelest things (environmentally wise, of course, my special mr ruskiy spy ;P)
He wants to grab the tiny and unsuspecting you and wrap you in his coat and bring you to his secluded home. If anyone were to have seen him taking you, he wouldn't have stopped so you didn't really have a hope of defense. If you would have had an idea of his feelings for you, you would have sought sanctuary. The only real hope you had - Russia's fearfully obsessive sister Belarus - wouldn't have sanctioned you, rather she'd run you through with her knife for stealing her darling brother's attention.
You're far too unprepared for the winter when he takes you - a little Christmas present for himself, he laughs to the sobbing you - so you are little more than desperate for warmth. With no other option between dying of hypothermia or staying in his terrifying embrace for the warmth of his jacket, you huddle in the corner and wait as the cold starts to burn.
You would rather freeze to death. But you didn't really have a choice, you know? Ivan just laughs and picks you up with one hand.
"There is no compromise, my little sunflower~ You must stay warm~ Your weak tiny body cannot handle Russian winter." He teases you, "Now, you stay here." He wrapped you tightly inside his fur-lined coat alongside him. And while the snow would surely settle to your knees before it even thought to stop, you were sweating bullets.
Ivan sits there with a happy, relaxed smile. While you're scared, kidnapped into another country and bound against your kidnapper's chest by a thick fur coat trapped in stifling heat from your his body. With both of his arms set on both of his knees, you were trapped in a 3 sided block of muscle and your head pressed against one of his... admittedly very large and comfortable... pecs and incredibly firm tree trunks as arms.
The heat coming from his body was definitely enough to bring life back to your painfully numb fingers and toes but you didn't want to enjoy the warmth. Now that you couldn't focus on things around you, you were forced to realize the situation and you start crying. The very reason Ivan came to want to monopolize you in the first place was because of how emotive you were.
While your body twitched with the sniffle between your tired out sobs, your head bobbed as you struggled not to fall asleep. You were wrapped so warm and tight and after all the crying you did, you were almost out when you felt something hard on the outer pocket of his jacket. With some struggling to adjust your arm to feel what it was, you soon found out. Brushing your fingers up along the hard line, you noticed a curved section near the top, changing the direction of the object with something familiarly shaped. It was a spigot... It was a pipe that was against your back.
'Talk about being between a rock and a hard place,' you couldn't help but think as Ivan watched your curiousness with amusement in his purple eyes. You thought back to before and so did Russia. While your memories were full of longing and a want to go back home, his were of satisfaction.
You laughed so easily with Lithuania and your voice could be heard popping over other conversations no matter how big the building was and Ivan slowly grew to need your voice at any moment and found it difficult to keep control of his emotions when the thought of other's hearing and seeing you. He wanted you to himself. And one day in the future you two will be somewhere warm and sunny, with sunflowers everywhere and you his and his alone.
Ivan thought that only he should hear your voice, and now he is. Whether you laugh or cry, it is only for him now... Now all that was left for him to make his... was you. And he was not a patient man.
