[RR] Romano x Reader x Russia

Who would like to go first?

"Good question, idiota." The voice from the crowd speaks again. "Why don't you turn-a that gun on-a yourself and do us all a favour?"

You finally recognise the accent. Romano, or, as you called him, Lovino Vargas. A foul-mouthed "bad boy" with a heart of gold only you and a few select others could see.

Russia seemed to make this conclusion at the same time you did, because he turned his chair towards Lovino's. "Mr Vargas would like to go first, da?"

Idiota, spat Lovino, before wrenching the gun out of Russia's hands and holding it to his head.

Click.

You let out a sigh, not realising how much you had held your breath until several of the countries turned to look at you.

What? It was an intense situation!

"Now your turn, bastardo."

Russia complies mildly, taking the gun from Romano and raising it to his head. At the last moment, though, he flips the gun...pointing it straight towards you.

Instinctively, you push your chair back.

"No." Russia's grip on the gun tightens. "Don't move, or I shoot."

At that moment, the conference room doors burst open, and a dozen or so armed men run into the room.

"Boss, ha chiamato?"

"Call your men off," says Russia. "Or I pull the trigger."

Your eyes widen. Where did all of these men come from? And why were they involving you?

Lovino nods his head, and a dozen guns and daggers drop to the floor.

"Now, let's talk," says Russia, walking closer to you. "Braginski to Vargas, da?"

"What. Do. You. Want." Lovino's voice is tense. You feel the cold metal of Ivan's gun brush against your temple.

"All rights to the drug trade through Rome."

"But that's impossible!" Lovino throws his hands on the table. "Besides the fact that you are too-a far away to even begin-a to consider…"

Click.

You realise Russia has removed the safety on the gun.

When did he put it on…?

"You can provide me with the proceeds, da?? I expect five hundred million euros in my account tomorrow morning." You feel Russia's hands on your arms as you are hauled to your feet.

"Porco cane, what are you doing?"

Russia tilts your head back so your eyes met his.

"Call it...insurance."

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"Miss ____________?"

It had been three days since Russia had kidnapped you. He had given you a room, a very nice one, too, but the windows were barred, and all of the furniture was nailed to the floor.

"Miss ___________..." Lithuania was standing in the doorway. "Mr R-Russia would like to know whether you would like to accompany him to dinner?"

"You can tell Russia to go stuff his head in a…"

"Please, Miss _________, don't say such things! Mr Russia might hear, and then he'll be angry!"

You sighed. You hadn't seen Russia since you arrived here, although the Baltics regularly brought food, water, and messages to your room. You ignored all three. You wanted nothing from Russia...why on earth did you have to be caught up in his business with Romano, anyway?

"Miss __________, shall I just tell Mr Russia that you're not feeling well?"

"Now, now, Lithuania, why would you tell me lies?" You hear Russia approach the room, and swallow. "If __________ does not wish to come down, I can just as easily come up."

Lithuania disappears as Russia adopts his spot in the doorway.

"Now, sunflower, you haven't eaten in days. It isn't healthy. What is wrong?"

Wrong? Lithuania's warning flies out of your head as you begin to shout.

"What's WRONG? First you kidnap me, lock me in a room, don't allow me any contact with my family, my people, my boss, then you turn around and have the audacity to ask me what's WRONG?"

Russia walks into your room and sits on your bed. "I am sorry if your stay here has not been comfortable. I gave you the best room."

You eye the bars on the windows. "Of course…"

"You know why I brought you here, right?"

"Blackmail for Lovino."

Russia nods sadly. "Partly, yes. He loves you, you know."

Your eyes widen.

"As long as I have you here, he is tied around my finger. The entire Vargas mafia, under my control." Russia leans closer to you. "But there is another reason, sunflower." He trails a finger down your face. "Do you know what it is?"

You can't answer. You can't breathe. You can barely think.

"I love you, sunflower. I love you more than…"

The sound of gunshots echoes through the corridor, and you hear footsteps. Russia envelopes you in his arms, but you can still hear Romano's voice. "Oi, you borsch-eating jerk! Where is she?"

Russia's kol, kol, kol sounds through your chest.

There is a gunshot, and Romano shouts, "WHERE IS SHE?"

Russia lets go of you, and you stumble backwards, realising your entire torso is covered in blood. Russia has stabbed you.

Romano screams and runs towards you. Vaguely, you can hear Russia's voice saying, "If I can't have you, sunflower, no one can."

"__________, please." Romano is crying. Actual tears. Salty tears. They burn as they fall into your wound. "Stay with me. Ti amo, ragazza. Ti amo."

"I'm sorry, Lovi," you whisper. "I...love you, too..."

Romano grips your hand tighter as gunshots echo around you. You hear Russia's screams, followed by a "thud"!

"Is he...gone?" you whisper.

Romano nods. "He won't hurt you any more."

"Thank goodness." You sit up, unbuckling the Kevlar jacket under your clothes. "Estonia was right, the blood bags are rather convincing, aren't they? You really thought I was dying, didn't you, Lovi? Lovi? Looooooviiiii?"