Russia X Reader Chapter 1

Ukraine, 1972

 You run around your city gleefully, the red Soviet Union flag tied around your neck like a cape. Your five year old self couldn't be happier, everything was beautiful in the spring. Your real name is _____, but most people call you Prypiat. You were a fairly large town in northern Ukraine, directly on the border with Belarus. You were in the Soviet Union, however you had to work so hard to make your economy that you've never met anyone else other than your own country, Ukraine. Despite this, you were a pride of the Soviet Union. You were considered a free city by the Union's standards, and your people were flourishing. Since you worked so hard, your economy was great. Everyone had a job, the school system was top notch, and people were happy. The pride of your city? The Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant that was steadily blowing out steam in the distance.
 You ran to main street. It was late April, which meant that the Soviet Union celebration was underway. The snow had all melted, and the warm spring air greeted you as you ran up to the sidewalk. You had perfect timing, as the marching band was just passing by. You watched, amazed by the musicians in red playing all of your favorite military tunes. As a drill team passed, you glanced around for your best friend, Natasha. You and her were best friends, and planned to face the world together, all while on a never ending quest to bring pride to the Soviet Union. Both of you loved the parade, and wouldn't miss it for anything... So where was she? You called her name, and looked around the crowd, but there was no Natasha.
 You ran all through the city, your (length), (color), hair flowing behind you while you searched for your friend with frantic (color) eyes. Something must be REALLY wrong for her to miss this. You ran to the neighboring village, where she lived. When you couldn't find her anywhere in the village OR the city, you give up in dismay. You walk down by the river that runs by your city, which is your favorite place to be alone and think. The water was running unusually fast and high due to the melted snow and ice. You looked around, and saw something floating in the water... Nothing could prepare you for what happened next. You realized that it was your friend, Natasha.
 You dragged her out of the river, begging for her to wake up. When she didn't, you burst into tears. She never would, she was gone. Taken away by the freezing cold water, Natasha would never see the beloved Soviet Parade again.
 A few days later, you were at her funeral, crying your eyes out. Your best friend was now gone. Forever. She must have slipped on a bit of remaining ice, there was no other way for her to just drown like that... You looked up at the sky, and a sudden strong breeze blew around you. Not just any breeze. This breeze was cold, and frigid, snatching up your breath with it's icy hands. No, your friend was not taken by the river. She was taken by General Winter.

Ukraine, 1980

 You run through the snow covered forest, cheerfully looking for your friend Alexander. You two were really close, nothing could tear you apart. You were around 6 now, not aging very much physically due to the sheer consistency your economy held. Even though you weren't very old, you had made friends with someone about 3 years older than you, a boy by the name of Alexander. Right now, you two were playing hide and seek in the forest. Since it was October, there was fresh snow on the ground, which made the forest look amazingly beautiful.
 You ran to find him, searching high and low. Soon, you found him behind a tree. "Found you~!" You chuckled. He smiled at you, cheeks rosy from the sheer cold. "Okay, now it's my turn, da? You go hide, and I'll count to 20~" He said, covering his eyes and turning his back. You ran, searching for a good hiding spot. You soon found a good tree, and you climbed it, hiding within the branches.
 Then you waited.... And waited.... Then for a change, you waited some more. No Alexander. Where was he? It wasn't THAT hard to spot your red clothes in the evergreen tree you were hiding in... There was a loud crack, and you saw a tree fall in the distance.. Oh well, that was fairly common, considering how many trees were here. But then you heard a scream of agony coming from the same direction. Not just any scream though. That was Alexander's voice.
 You quickly climbed down the tree, and ran as fast as you could to the fallen tree, terror running through you. The silence surrounding the forest was chilling now. Deadly. You soon find the fallen tree, however, that's not all you found.
 Alexander was lying under the tree, the snow around him drenched in crimson red blood. In your horror, you didn't notice how rotten the tree was. All it would take was a good cold wind to blow it over.
 A winter wind.

Ukraine, 1986

 It was April 26, only a few days until May Day! You were so happy, as well as everyone in the city! Everyone was cheerful, putting up decorations, and getting ready for the holiday. The amusement park was due to open in a few short days, and all the neighborhood children were excited about it.
 Everything was turning out great! ..................
 Then there was a loud boom, and a huge explosion.
 The Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant had blown up, spewing radiation for thousands of miles in every direction.

-----5 days later-----

 You stalk through the forest carefully. You were in full survival mode, your silver eyes flicking around. Yes, silver. After the explosion, your eyes had turned silver, and your hair platinum blonde. However, the biggest change wasn't one that other people could see on you. You were now color blind. However, what you lacked in color vision, you made up for in extremely sharp eyesight. Your eyes were also now super reflective, which meant that now you could see in the dark incredibly well. Why were you like this now? The radiation.
 You have adapted to survive, along with many other people in your country... Many isn't enough though. The majority of people died,    either in the initial explosion, or by radiation poisoning. Even now, five days later, people were dropping to the ground, lifeless and burned by an unseen force. Even you had burn marks on your neck... But you were still alive, and for that you were grateful. But now the challenge was staying alive...

December 26, 2013
Moscow, Russia

 You snap out of the memories. That was a long time ago. Since then, you and your people have built your own country, unknown to everyone else in the world. Nobody knew you, even Ukraine has forgotten about you. After isolation for years and years, you were now finally back in touch with the world, and the greatest surprise to you was that the Soviet Union had collapsed.
 But you still flew the crimson flag... Now as your own. In these times, having something of your own was important. Now, World War 3 was raging on.
 And you've had enough. There was no way you were going to make it through this war. You weren't even involved, but you knew people would drag you in... General Winter and Colonel Chernobyl have taken everything from you. All of your best friends were dead, somehow because of them. Half of your population was gone because of Colonel Chernobyl, and anyone you got close to, General Winter killed.
 They have all your friends, so why not have you as well? That would save more lives from being taken, now wouldn't it? This is the only thought going through your head as you walk through the streets surrounding Red Square. There was a rope in your coat, and now you were heading home to commit suicide. Yes, that's your last resort. You were taking in everything in the world, as it would be the last time you'd ever see it. You just wanted to see Red Square, the place where the Soviet Union showed their military power a long time ago... The heart of the Union.
 That would be the first and last time you'd see it, so you'd better enjoy it. That's what you thought as you finally reached your destination.
 It was beautiful. There was snow falling, and the sun's rays danced off the snowflakes, making everything sparkle. You gazed up at the giant cathedral that was the prime jewel of Russian architecture.... Such a shame you'd never see it again.
 You sighed, and began to head home to end it all when you saw a man with light blonde hair and purple eyes. He was dressed in a heavy coat, and had a light pink scarf wrapped around his neck. He was talking into a phone, and giving orders in Russian. Translated, he was saying,"Ready missiles to fire at America. I want New York in ashes by noon."
 So soon after Christmas?! Anyone would be off guard, it was a holy holiday! There was no honor in that, the Soviet Red Army would never do anything like that. You walk up to him, and say quietly,"Таким образом, вскоре после Рождества? Там нет чести в том, что ..." (So soon after Christmas? There's no honor in that...)
 The man whirled around to face you.