Lonely!RussiaxViolinist!Reader~Once upon a Time~

          Ivan sat quietly on his porch steps, smelling the calm and refreshing air. He had been at the meeting room for so long he'd begun to wonder if he were loosing his sences. He carefully studied a lovely little flower growing between the crack of a nearby sidewalk. It had nice purple petals, however they were shut due to lack of moisture. He wondered if he should help it, but then again, it was just a normal flower.
His mind then wandered off, thinking about how everyone was a simple flower, trying to grow tallest in the garden known as earth. Some grew taller than others, but it didn't block out the sun. He let out a little sigh, until a few clouds covered the bright sun, increasing the chance of snowfall. Sometimes he didn't want to live there. Sometimes...he wanted to be away from the snow. A field of sunflowers was what he desired. But there was no way to it.
As he entered his house, he smiled at (Name), who was quietly sitting on his couch enjoying a warm beverage. It had been roughly a month ago since he'd first seen her playing her violin outside, and decided to take her under his wing.
Ever since then, she had been on his mind. Nothing--but a certain loud American mouth--took her face from his thoughts. She was so lovely, kind, and quiet. Someone that was a better listener, than a speaker. Ivan adored it, yet, it wasn't going to make (Name) love him back.
"So (Name), any plans for this afternoon?" he asked carefully taking a seat next to the fire.
"No." she said sadly, being completely honest. "I'm not going to play anything tonight."
"Are you certain?" Ivan asked, pulling off his mittens and taking off his hat and setting them on the arm rest of the chair. He leaned in to look at her better. "You could play for me if you like."
(Name) was a little nervous, and sipped her warm beverage first before answering.
"I-if you like." she mumbled softly.
Ivan could feel the slight pressure, and went to sit beside her. He held her hand softly, watching her giggle a little and look away sheepishly.
"I would loveit." he said once upon a time.



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          (Name) took a deep breath, before reaching over the violin with her bow, and began to play. It was softer and more calm then when she played outside. Ivan could tell there was still tension in her bones. Maybe she was still frozen inside. Like he was. All those years alone, he wondered what their lives would have been like if they hadn't found eachother sooner.
"(Name)?"
She paused at the sound of her name, and bit her lip thinking something was wrong. Ivan came up and put a warm hand against her cheek.
"Is everything alright?"
She nodded, as a few wet tears slid down her face and Ivan's hand caught them.
"N-no one's ever looked at me like that before." she said, wiping a few tears away. Ivan shook his head, and pressed his forehead against hers. He watched her eyes close softly, as to savour the moment. At first, he felt like kissing her sweet lips, but instead decided to refrain from doing so. Not just yet.
He stood back, and told her to continue playing.
He hummed along once he got into the beat, and even caught himself tapping his fingers against the arm rest. After a while, (Name) became more confident, and playing a little louder. Ivan remembered this moment, and would keep it locked as long as he could once upon a time.



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                "Step back. Step forward. Good (name)." Ivan clapped, when their last dance routine was finally perfected. (Name) curtsied to the Russian man, her toothy smile always made him smile in return.
"Maybe one day, we can dance in a field." she said, giving him a pleasing thought. "Just us."
"Sunflowers."
"Huh?" He opened his eyes out of his daydream to meet (Name)'s slightly confused face.
"I mean a sunflower field." he said.
(Name) let out a giggle, finally understanding what he meant.
"Sounds wonderful." she said. "I wouldn't share it with anyone else."
Ivan nuzzled his face into her neck carefully and swayed side to side with her slowly, listening to a repeating song. She wouldn't have it any other way. She had been falling the the Russian man for weeks now. It seemed fast, but to them it was like they knew eachother for years. A common tale of lonely meets lonlier once upon a time.

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             Ivan placed a hand on the lovely glass coffin, trying to take back everything. Her laugh. Her face. Her smile. It was gone now. (Name) was born a mortal, and now she was gone. It could have been anything, yet sickness chose to claim her. His eyes were red from tears, and more were still pouring from his face.
"(Name).." he wished to touch your hair again. Warm up her cold cheeks. He never had a chance to kiss her lips. He thought of that day. The day he missed his chance. He could have kissed her, but he chose not to. He regretted it now. The day they danced was the last time he touched her. He had no idea how sick she was. Had she hidden it from him? She looked perfectly normal, the same (Name) he once and always would love.
When he woke that morning, he went to ask (Name) to marry him. Stay with him forever. Find a field of sunflowers together. Forever. But it wasn't to be.
Ivan fell to his knees against her coffin, looking at her closed eyes and the pale white face of death.
"You danced with me." he mumbled. "You held my hand. You loved me."
He couldn't bear it any longer. He turned away.
"Why aren't you here now?"
Knwoing she wasn't going to rise and answer, he stood up and left.
He never went back.
If he did, he'd never leave. He could never leave her side.
(Name) was his sun. The reason he grew to be more than he already was.
Ivan sat in the same spot he did when he let her into his house those few short months ago. How cold she was, nearly dead.
He smiled, thinking of the times he wanted to kiss her.
He had a chance but that was once upon a time.













"Ivan..."

The Russian opened his eyes to a bright blue sky. A few puffy clouds. The shining sun.
He took a moment to sit up, and when he did, found himself surrounded by a while field of sunflowers. His eyes widened at the beauty the all held.
He stood up and picked a few carefully, smelling them, cradling them. He never felt so alive. That was, until he saw something else.
In the distance, a figure was sitting in the field, picking a few sunflowers as well. Ivan squinted to get a better look.
It was then the face turned to see him. It was (Name).
Ivan dropped the many sunflowers he held, and instantly sprinted towards her. (Name) stood up, no longer wearing her old ratted clothing from the street. Instead, she wore a pretty long(favorite color) dress. It swayed along with her hair as a gust of wind made Ivan cool off as he ran faster.
"I'm coming (Name)!" he called. "Don't leave me!"
If he were to wake up....

well....let's not say that.

If he were dreaming...he never wanted to wake up.