Be my Sunflower (Russia x Reader)

The Last Breath Turns into a New Life

~Russia's POV~
        Belarus, America, and I quickly ran to the warehouse. After some careful consideration, and almost two days' worth of searching, this was the only place left that could be holding my Sunflower. If she wasn't here, then that bastard had taken out of the city - and most likely out of my country as well. 
        'Please, please Sunflower. Be in here...' I silently prayed over and over again, as if it were a montra. If anymore time passed, I wouldn't know what to do with myself. As we entered the building from a window, we heard someone else leave from a door; had it been the front, back, or side doors, we had no clue. WE also had no idea how long that person was going to be gone for, and I wanted to get to (Y/n) without having her witness the horrors I have planned for (P/e/n).
        "C'mon, dudes! She must be in one of those freezer rooms!" America whisper-shouted and started to run towards a grouping of large, dark rooms to our left.
        "Da," Natalia and I agreed and followed him, weapons drawn and ever-cautious of the darkened hallways around us.
        "I wonder if she's even here..." Natalia mused aloud. Almost as soon as she said that, we heard a low, pained groan coming from the room two doors down from the room we were currently searching.
        "(Y/n)!" I yelled, hope filling my once-cold heart. I rushed to the room with my sister and her boyfriend stumbling in a feeble attempt to keep up with me. What I saw in the room... scared me.
        "I... van?" came a choked reply from a mass of bloody and bruised human a few feet in front of me. A splintered piece of wood and a bloody and broken bat lay next to the mound. I stood shocked, unable to grasp what was right in front of my eyes. (Y/n), my beloved Sunflower... was dying. Bleeding out right before my eyes, and I couldn't do a single thing to stop it. The injuries were too severe. She was going to die. She was going to die and leave me alone... but worst of all... she was going to be alone.
        Well, if that's how it has to be then she can die in my arms! With my smiling face crying for her! I'll tell her I love her one last time! And then... then I'll kill the bastard (P/e/n) that took my Sunflower from me!
        I let the tears leak out as I fell to my knees and wrapped my arms around her tiny, frail, and bruised form. I smiled, but this time all I could manage was a sad smile... God damn it! I can't even smile a good smile for my beloved Sunflower when she needs it most! I hugged her close to me but I was gentle.
        "Da, it's me, sunflower... but I guess I came too late," I shakily spoke, "I'm sorry..."
        "It's okay..." (Y/n) still managed a weak smile even though her face was broken and beaten, "It's... not your... your fault, Ivan," she spoke weakly, as though she'd give out at any moment, "Just promise me..."
        "Promise what, sunflower? Anything! Just don't leave yet," I begged through teary eyes and a broken voice.
        "Promise you... won't forget the... happiness, promise... you'll keep living... happily," she sent me a cheeky smile, "and promise... you'll kick (P/e/n)'s ass for me."
        "Of course," I cried and laughed, "of course, sunflower."
        "Say... the words," she lifted one broken hand to my cheek.
        "I promise," my tears met with the blood on her hand. She was close to letting go, I could feel it. I placed my hand on top of hers upon my cheek.
        "Remember, Ivan," She smile one last time, "I love you."
        "Я тоже тебя люблю," I sobbed as I felt her broken body go limp, my tears mixing with the blood on her seemingly peaceful and beautiful features. I looked down at her lifeless body in my arms and took in her features one last time. Her soft, wonderful, (h/c) hair; her now lifeless (e/c) eyes; how pale her cold, (s/c) skin was. Her last breath echoed around the room, seeming to get louder with every passing second, like my brain just didn't want to let it go. America... no... Alfred was crying behind me as Natalia hugged him and sobbed over the loss of her best, and probably only, friend. Soon, the echoing got to head-pounding proportions and it felt as if my head was splitting open. Natalia and Alfred seemed to disappear as well as the rest of the world. Not even (Y/n)'s corpse was with me. The world just seemed to be a blinding white. Suddenly, (Y/n) appeared, her body as perfect as it was before I left for that cursed meeting. She was wearing the most beautiful, pure white, summer dress I'd ever seen. The kind of dress she would never have been able to wear in Russia... but her eyes were closed, like she was daydreaming while standing.
        You loved the dead girl in front of you, didn't you Ivan? A deep voice echoed in my head, not distinguishably male or female, but somehow a mixture of both. 
        "Da! I would do anything for her!" I shouted.
        ... You immortal countries go through your lives never truly finding love due to how you always are doomed to out live mortals, is this not true? The voice boomed.
        "Da!" I shouted back.
        Yet somehow, when I only put her on the earth as a joke - a simple tease -, you found your soul mate... only for her to be taken away by a past mistake on her part. Tragic, right? The voice laughed.
        "It wasn't her fault! I love her with all of my being! She's my everything!" I tried to walk forward to my beloved, "She's my sunflower..."
        Ah ah ah, the voice tsked and moved (Y/n) away from me just before I could touch her, No touching. In her last breath, she claimed love for you, Russia: the scariest, most alone of all the countries. Of all my children, she fell for the ruff, misfit that didn't know how to play nice.
        "Children?" I questioned.
        Didn't, that is, until (Y/n) taught you, the voice continued as though it hadn't heard me, Now, I'd been in a good mood due to that turn of events. My unhappiest and loneliest child was finally going to be okay, at least for a few decades. Then, out of no where, that idiot (P/e/n) ruins my mood by taking your toy away! I could tell the voice was extremely angry, almost as angry as I had been, and still was. It took a breath and continued, So... since I loved how happy you were to have (Y/n), and since I was already planning this for when she died of old age anyway, I'll offer you a small deal, Ivan.
        "What sort of deal?" I questioned.
        Well, I want her to make you happy for as long as you both live, so I'd have to make her a country, but I can't just have  new land popping out of now where and there's no spare land available at this current moment of time so! I was thinking... just what would you do to have this girl come back to life?the voice questioned, even though the answer was obvious.
        "Anything!" I called back.
        If you sacrifice part of Russia to become a new country, I can use that land to bind (Y/n) to this world, the voice offered.
        "Of course! I'll give up anything!" I yelled, tears of joy rolling down my face.
        Okay, good. That's what I like to hear! I'll just take the portion of Siberia closest to the Pacific Ocean and take a few thousand miles inland and make the border... A giant map of the world popped up out of no where with all the political barriers and a line a few hundred miles inland of the Pacific coast - as the voice had said - was being drawn to divide a small portion of Siberia from its self. Slowly, with every inch of the map the line gained, I felt a piece of me break off. But I wasn't sad because I knew that every time I held (Y/n) I would feel that piece and know it was safe. I wasn't losing a part of me, I was gaining it. Once the line stopped at the other side of what the map said to be Russia's border, life poured back into the features of (Y/n)'s face and I found myself able to run up and hug her.
        "(Y/n)!" I cheered and cried tears of joy.
        "Ivan!" She kissed me and wiped away my tears, "You don't have to be sad anymore. I'm coming home."
        "I'm not sad, sunflower," I kissed her warm, life-filled lips, "I'm overjoyed."
        I'm sending you back, (Y/n)'s body should heal when I do. Also, about the country's name, you'll know it when you wake up. And Ivan? the voice spoke again.
        "Da?"
        Kick (P/e/n)'s ass for me.
        "I will," I said with a smirk as the white faded and the real world came back.
        "Ivan?" a soft voice came from my lap. (Y/n) was back and healed, as the voice had promised. Everything was going to be okay.
        "So what's your country's name?" I asked with a small smile.
        "Hetalia," came her short reply. All I knew was that I was now the happiest man on earth. And I was going to be even happier when I killed (P/e/n).

        Thank you mysterious voice.

        You're welcome, my child.