《Countryhuman x reader | Oneshots》|Flower crowns|
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So, here I was, sitting in a field of flowers with a little girl by the name of (Y/N). I may or may not of agreed to take care of Russia's kid for the day while he discussed 'important matters' with dad.
So, why am I sitting in a field of flowers? Because (Y/N) wouldn't stop pestering me to teach her how to make a flower crown. Right now, the little girl was running around, collecting long stemmed flowers for me so I could teach her. It was nice to see my niece enjoying nature like this, since I knew Russia got pretty caught up in work and couldn't take her out as much.
"Uncle Uki, I collected some flowers!" (Y/N) exclaimed, trotting back over to me. I smiled, and waited as she sat in my lap and got comfortable. "Alright, miss. Watch carefully." I instructed as I picked one of her flowers, and made a small slit in it with my thumbnail. I couldn't help but notice the bright face of (Y/N) as I carefully wove the flowers together.
When I finished making the flower crown, I rested it on (Y/N)'s (H/L, (H/C) hair. "Whoa, thanks Uncle Uki!" She exclaimed, beaming up at me. I smiled back down at her, and started making another one.
I made my way home, a sleeping (Y/N) in my arms. She wore about three flower crowns on her head, with two hanging around her neck. I shifted the sleeping girl, and fumbled to put the keys in the lock.
The keys finally went in, and I unlocked the door. The lock made a small click, and I pushed open the door. Russia was dozing in a chair, a book on his face. I closed the door, causing Russia's head to jerk upwards, the book falling off his face.
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"Oh, thanks Ukraine.." He mumbled, getting up and coming over to take the girl from my arms. I smiled at Russia. "No problem, bro." Russia grinned tiredly back, then went upstairs to tuck the girl into bed.
After a little while, Russia came back down the stairs. He made a beeline for me, then hugged me tight. "Thanks, bro.. I mean it." He released the hug. "Could you look after her tomorrow? Dad needs me again tomorrow..." I shrugged. "Sure, (Y/N)'s great fun to hang out with."
My older brother grinned, then head locked me and gave me a noogie. "Thanks." He said. I wriggled out of Russia's grip, and rolled my eyes up at him. "You still treat me like a kid." I said, then slapped Russia friendly on the back, then went up to my room. I couldn't wait to spend more time with my niece tomorrow.
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