Ever since I was little I liked gardening and so I decided to plant some flowers in the small front yard. After a week my whole front yard was full of colorful flowers but the ones that stood out the most are the large sunflowers that were the closest to my house, as I was watering my garden I saw a delivery guy coming at me with a large crate.
“Good evening mam are you miss (f/n) (l/n)?” “Yes I’m her, why?” “Well I’m here to deliver the Hetaloid you ordered, just sign these papers while I place it inside your home.” He said as he handed me a clipboard and started to push the crate inside. Once everything was done the delivery guy left and I went to my living room to see my new Hetaloid.
To my misfortune I forgot to ask the guy to open the crate for me “Oh man what now? How am I supposed to open this thing?” I said as I look around for a tool around the house but ended up only having a hand shovel I use for gardening ‘Fuck this is going to take forever!’ was all I thought as I started to pick at the crate.
Three hour after poking, craping and stabbing the crate I manage to open it and look at me Hetaloid in all its glory. One thing for sure he was very tall ‘feel like a midget now’ I thought as I compared my height with his. He also had short brown hair, a long grey scarf, a long black coat with red trimmings and a badge on the right side, red pants that are tucked inside his tall brown boots. “Well then let’s see how I wake up this bad boy” I said as I started to look through the crate but quickly pulled myself back as a large shovel started to fall down, almost hitting me in the head. *clank!* ‘Damn that shovel almost killed me! What the-’ There was dried blood all over the shovel “Note to self, hide all the gardening tools later” I said as I moved the bloody shovel and reached for the instructions that laid on top a black luggage bag, which probably had his clothes in.
How to wake up 2P Russia: Pick one of the following ways
1) Offer him a drink (must be vodka)
2) Give him a sunflower
3) Ask him nicely to wake up (use the name Vlad and keep his shovel away just in case)
“Ok…..no vodka I don’t want a mad alcoholic guy trying to kill me, the third seems a like a hazard to my health. I guess two is the lucky number.” I said as I went out to my garden to pick out the prettiest sunflower I had “Sorry my pressious! Forgive me!” I mourned as I plucked it out from the ground and headed back to my living room. I faced my Hetaloid and presented the flower to him on my tiptoes “Here you go Vlad, I got you a sunflower” His eyes snapped opened letting me see his red eyes as I felt his hands go under my arms and pull me up like a little kid.
“I’m Vlad Braginski, thank you for the sunflower but who are you?” “a-aah uu-uum I’m (f/n) (l/n) your new o-owner” I said with a blush, both of embarrassment of being picked up and of fear of what he might do. “Kolkolkolkolkolkolkolkolkolkol!” I felt my blood turn into ice and I froze ‘OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG! That’s not good! I don’t wanna die!!!!’ Vlad walked out of his crate and threw me on my sofa, both in shock and fright I looked as Vlad got on top of me. He seemed pissed by the look of the deadly glare he was giving me “You don’t own me, I own you, now you will be one with me, da?” Vlad said as he leaned slowly down to