[tomato? cuddles] russia x any gender! reader

You were currently wrapped in the arms of Ivan Braginsky.

His breathing was soft, you couldn't help but smile up at the intimidating man. He wasn't really that bad, he just didn't know how to act around people. When you had first met him, he seemed like a wall of ice that was impossible to break. You didn't break that wall, you just... melted it.

You sat next to Ivan at the world meeting, listening to the debates that seemed to switch topic every 2 minutes. The countries, namely America, were bickering about something useless. There was no way that they would listen to you, as you tried to interject.

"E-excuse me..." You tried to say, only to be interrupted with a tomato flying across the room, hitting Germany in the face. You could practically see the anger radiating from his face. Ivan turned towards you, stifling a laugh.

"Heh, любовь, did you see that? I'll protect you from the tomatoes with my magic metal pipe of pain" he said, but quickly added, "not to hurt you, of course."

You smiled weakly up at him. There was no telling with Russia. Especially when he had that adorable face. He could probably rip off someone's arm and they would still not be mad at him.

Then, a tomato hit him square in the face.  

You stifled a laugh. Tomato juice dripped down his face.
Then, an idea hit you. Maybe you would regret it.

You leaned over and licked some of the tomato off of his face. He was stiff at first, but seemed to relax. He wrapped his arms around you.
"I-Ivan?!"

You had Lovino to thank for that situation. And for your boyfriend.
Mind snapping out of those memories, you shifted yourself to lay on top of his stomach. You held your breath, not wanting to wake up the sleeping Russian. Like that would ever happen, especially with your clumsy attitude.

His eyes blinked open, and he rolled over on top of you without a word, only a soft grunt. His tongue met the tip of your nose, making you turn slightly red.
"Ivan, for the last time, I am not a tomato. Now, Spain's asscheeks are perfect tomatoes, but that's not the point."

"Ngh.. мой подсолнечника, just go back to sleep," he whined. You sighed and pushed him back to the side, snaking your arms around his waist. He gave a happy sigh and snuggled his head into your side.

Well, you could make him breakfast later...