RussiaxBlind!Reader part 1

He watched you come into the meeting room once a month next to China. He watched you train with the allies and laugh at their antics. He spoke to you once or twice and even considered himself to be friends with you, but he never told you how he felt. He never told you how sweet you acted or how you were the only one that would smile at him and welcome his closeness. He felt ashamed that something so tragic had to happen before he would tell you how much he really, truly loved you.

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"(y/n)!" China screamed, "(Y/N)!"

CRASH

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You awoke bruised and bandaged in the home of your big brother, China. You were very close and liked to call him by his first name, Yao.

Currently, you were snuggled into a plush bed of silks and soft fabrics. There was a weight on your left arm and something heavy wrapped around your brow. You opened you eyes and saw... Nothing. There wasn't anything. You thought it was nighttime and flopped off of the bed before feeling your way to the bedroom door. This would have been impossible had you not known your way around the house so well. Turning the knob, you peeked your head out, but it was comepletely and utterly dark. You began to feel afraid.

"Yao..." You whispered. Then a little more loudly, "Yao?"

You heard footsteps begin to advance down the hall, then start to run. Someone grabbed your shoulders tightly.

"YAO!" You shrieked for your older sibling.

"Shhh. It's me, aru! It's okay. It's just me." He soothed.

"What happened? Where are the lights? Why can't I see?!"

"You were in a car accident, (y/n)."

"I know that!", you shouted, remembering the event. "Why can't I s-"

He hugged you tightly, cutting you off, before delivering the bad news. "You hit your head. All of your other injuries weren't that bad, but your arm and head will take a while to heal up, aru. Meanwhile, were not really sure about your sight. The impact damaged it pretty badly."

You let out a sob and hugged him back.

"It's okay." He led you back to the bed. "Stay here for a while, aru. I'm going to cook something up for you."

"Okay." You whispered. "Hurry back."

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A few days had passed. China took you out to the koi ponds every so often where you could get some rest and fresh air. When he wasn't doing paper work, he would talk with you and read to you. When he cooked, he catered to you by calling you in and letting you do the taste testing. Finally, one day he came to your with some bitter-sweet news.

"(y/n), I'm sending you to live with Russia."

The blossom you were toying with tumbled off of your lap and into the koi pond.

"What?"

"I'm sorry,aru. The economy is bad right now, and I can't keep supporting you. Since you're injured, you can't..." China trailed off, but you finished for him.

"I can't carry my own weight. Contribute, I mean." You looked to where you assumed China's face to be with a sad expression.

"How long?" You asked.

China put an arm around your shoulder and rested his chin in your (h/l) hair.

"Hopefully not long. I'll visit you and see you at the meetings. Russia is a friend of mine. And... Well, he was the only one that would take you. But I know you'll be safe with him.

"I know, but I'm going to miss you." You really didn't mind the fact that it was Russia. He was kind to you and you liked him well enough even if he did scare you a bit sometimes. Dude was over six feet. A little intimidating.

"I'm sure you'll be happy, aru. He's coming to pick you up on Saturday."

You nodded, although it was a bit too soon for your liking. It meant you only had one more day with your big brother before going to a place you'd never been before to eat strange foods and hear strange words and meet strange people. At least, you assumed they would be strange. Nearly everyone in the allies was an oddball.

You and China made a day of it the day before pickup by throwing a little private festival and inviting no one but yourselves. You watched classic movies (in your case, listened to) and you dressed in fancy, old fashioned, oriental apparel. China remarked that you had made an odd habit of closing your eyes all the time, seeing as they weren't very useful anymore.

The next day, you packed up all of your things extra early so that you could listen to China chatter on as he cooked lunch. Then there was a knock on the door and China opened it. You heard muffled, solemn tones before heavy footsteps made their way to the kitchen. A gloved hand fell on your shoulder, making you jump with surprise.  

"Hello sunflower!" Said a thick Russian accent.