RussiaxDark!Reader

You stared bleakly at the peeling whitewashed walls of the mental hospital's room. The walls seemed to be closing in on you, and your breath started coming out in short, panicked gasps at the very thought. Struggling to your feet, you began to punch the walls violently and with all your strength out of sheer anger. You hated it here in the mental hospital. This was the place where nobody ever came out from. You gritted your teeth bitterly, and winced as you felt your knuckles split from the force you were exerting on the solid cement walls. "Damn." You swore, flopping down on the cold, stiff bed. You remembered why you were sent here as clear as day. Your father had been beating you senseless, and you finally had enough of his shit. Picking up a kitchen knife, you had started stabbing him in the arm relentlessly. Naturally, your traitor of a mom called the police when she saw what had happened. You had gotten out of being sent to jail, as the doctors had diagnosed you with schizophrenia.
        
Truly, the only thing that kept you alive now was the Russian man who inhabited the room right next to yours. The two of you often met up in the lobby to discuss various things about life, love, happiness, and any other random topic both of you found interesting. The man's name was Ivan Braginsky, and he was undoubtedly good looking with a cute childlike face that sported an adorably big nose. Lovely violet eyes complimented his features perfectly. He also wore a light pink scarf all the time, no matter what temperature it was, be it hot or cold. The thing about Ivan was, he didn't even seem mentally ill at first. In fact, he had been so sweet and gentle when the whitecoats had first dragged you to the mental hospital that you began to wonder if perhaps there was a mistake and you were at the wrong place. But when you had asked, the doctor had grinned evilly at you and told you that indeed, the place was Andes Mental Institution. The two of you had become fast friends, and you continued to believe that the whitecoats had made an error putting Ivan here. Surely, he was normal? But little did you know that all your beliefs about him were going to change.

(Time skip – a couple weeks later)
"Ivan! Stop, what's gotten into you?!" You cried, tugging on the sleeve of his heavy tan military coat. You had never seen him act like this before.
The Russian glanced at you with cold, empty violet eyes and promptly turned around to continue beating the shit out of the male ward with his faucet pipe. He seemed to be chanting something along the lines of "Kolkolkol…"
"No, stop!" you let go of his coat and clutched at your throbbing head. Insanity threatened to take over your mind, your conscience, your very soul. Your eyes began to glaze over with bloodlust as you slowly lost control.
Ivan's lips twisted into a sadistic smirk as he continued attacking the ward without even a single hint of mercy. By this time, the ward was dead. However, Ivan showed no signs of stopping whatsoever.
"Snap out of it, Ivan!" You screamed, your voice growing shrill as madness started winning the mental battle. A slow, deliberately vicious smile began to creep across your face, just like Ivan as you could feel the 'good' side of you slipping away with each passing second. You, in a desperate last attempt to remain sane, hugged Ivan from behind and shrieked, "Стоп!"
        
The Russian froze, and dropped the faucet pipe. It hit the hard white linoleum tiles with a clang. He whispered, "W-what just happened? Why is there a dead body in front of me? Why is there blood splatters on my coat?" He looked at his bloodstained black gloves in horror, his large body beginning to shake with repulsion.
"I don't know, Ivan. I found you here, beating that ward to death." You replied, not doing so well yourself. "Don't you remember anything about it?"
"нет, all I remember is being angry that the man called you 'easy', and said that you had a 'hot bod'."
You let go and blinked at him in surprise, slightly flattered that he would care about you so much as to fly into a rage at someone who had insulted you.
"Thanks, but you didn't have to do that." You felt a little sick, but it wasn't because of the mangled, lifeless body at your feet. Rather, it was because you didn't feel any trace of remorse that Ivan had killed someone. Zip. Nada. None.
"We should tell someone about this, da?" Ivan turned to you, his childish voice sounding perfectly fine. He didn't look fine, though. His beautiful violet eyes had a haunted look to them, and his adorable face was twisted by grief and guilt.
You put a small hand on his big shoulder to comfort him. "It wasn't your fault. You couldn't help it." You told him soothingly, keeping quiet about your own insecurities. Ivan nodded mutely, and walked shakily towards the front desk where a black haired female receptionist looked bored out of her mind, idly playing on an iPhone.
"Hello. What can I-" she glanced up, and her green eyes bugged, nearly popping out of their sockets. Her mouth opened and closed wordlessly as her face began paling a great deal. You didn't blame her. After all, any normal person would probably faint from fear if they saw a six foot two giant of a man with blood splattered clothes and wielding an iron faucet pipe with blood on it.
"Wh-What happened?!" The receptionist squeaked, pushing her wire rimmed glasses up the bridge of her long, straight nose.
"I killed a male ward." Ivan said bluntly, not beating around the bush.
It was all too much for the poor woman. She fainted dramatically.
        
The Russian sighed heavily, looking worn and sad. "Let's go to the empty main room, da? I do not want to speak to any more useless people."
You agreed, and began to walk towards the suggested room with him. When both of you got there, Ivan sank down onto a thin brown leather couch with another sigh. You took the seat next to him.
"What do you think the meaning of life is?" He suddenly asked, looking at you.
You blinked for a few seconds, startled by the sudden question.
"There is no meaning to life. We live, and then we die." You answered darkly, trying to hide the bitterness in your voice.
"Oh, I see. You know, I've always wanted to live in a warm, sunny place filled with sunflowers." Ivan confided, his purple eyes growing dreamy.
Your eyes widened in surprise. It had never occurred to you, in your many months of friendship that he would have ever wanted something like that.
"It's a nice dream." You remarked with a smile.
"One that can never become reality. Even if I escape from this ад дыра, my country of Russia is very cold, da?" He sighed.
You instinctively grabbed his gloved hand and blurted, "Let's give it a shot to get out, and then move to somewhere sunny like…Argentina." That simply happened to be the first country that popped into your head.
Violet eyes grew wide and a childish smiled began to spread across his face. "Da. Let's do it together~" The Russian said, putting his other hand on top of yours. You felt a warm blush creep upon your cheeks, and your heart hammered faster. It was so odd, you'd never felt this way before.
"Da." You mimicked with a small smile and bright pink cheeks.

(Time skip – one year later)
You stuffed the last of your meager possessions into an old, worn suitcase and zipped it shut while grinning like a fool. Ivan and you were being released from the mental institution today. He had bought a large house in Bariloche, Argentina, away from the smoke and pollution of a big city. The realtor, whose name was Esperanza Carriedo, was coming to pick you both up in an hour. You skipped out of your room, glad that Ivan had been 'cured' of his mental illness and that they had deemed you cured as well. However, you knew deep down that you really weren't normal yet, despite how well you had fooled everybody. A teensy twinge of guilt struck inside your chest – you really didn't want to be a burden to him with your schizophrenia. Knocking lightly on his door, you waited anxiously to check if he was ready to leave.
"Come in." came the sweet childish voice laced with a thick Russian accent.
You opened the door, and Ivan stood there, gripping a lovely little sunflower in his big, gloved hands. Your own tiny hands clenched into fists – oh how you wanted to crush that flower. You didn't even know why. A wave of shame washed over you as your mind quickly registered your thoughts and put an end to them. I can't believe I wanted to destroy an innocent sunflower, you thought miserably, full of self loathing.
"Let's go, da?" Ivan strode out the door, pausing to look over his shoulder at you. Blinking a few times in confusion, you asked, "Isn't it still too early?"
"Da, but let's sit in the lobby while we wait." He replied, beginning to walk down the long hallway.
You agreed, following him into the large room, which not many people were in.
He sat down on a sofa, and you took the seat cushion next to him, thinking that this must be a case of déjà vu.
"You remember the time last year we sat here and talked, da?" Ivan questioned with a gentle smile.
"Yes. I realized though; you never told me your answer to the question you asked me." You pointed out. "You only told me what you wished for."
"My meaning of life…is being with you, da? Я люблю тебя." Ivan answered softly, his purple eyes blazing with intensity as they stared into yours.
"What? I…" your mind swirled around as it tried to process what he had just said. Love? Ivan loves me? you asked yourself. You didn't even know if you were capable of loving anyone or vice versa; even your own parents had called you unlovable. But you always felt so happy around Ivan. He made you feel like no other man before. You decided you loved him.
"I love you too." You finally responded after a few minutes of silence.
        
Ivan's cute face lit up with pure delight. Just then, you noticed a lady with dark wavy brown hair and lightly tanned skin walking into the mental hospital's sliding glass doors, seeming as if she was looking for someone. You noticed a nametag clipped onto her shirt collar that stated 'Esperanza Carriedo'. So she had come to pick the two of you up.
"Excuse me; are you Mr. Braginsky?" she asked with a thick Spanish accent, when her friendly chocolate brown eyes landed on Ivan.
"Da." The Russian nodded, with a tiny smile.
"Alright, come this way." She led the two of you to a nice shiny black Mercedes Benz.
You and Ivan got into the new-smelling leather backseat while Esperanza turned the ignition that started with a quiet purr. It was quite a long drive to Bariloche, so she made a bit of small talk and asked lots of questions.
"So, are you two a couple?" She asked, her voice filled with curiosity.
Ivan looked at you. You looked at Ivan.
"…Da." The Russian finally answered.
"Ah, I thought so. After else, why would a man and woman buy a house together?" she murmured, more to herself than you, with a smile.

(Time skip)
You gasped in complete awe as you stepped out of the car with your suitcase while stretching out your long, slender legs. The luxurious Victorian styled house was humongous, and the exterior was painted a light beige color, a similar shade to Ivan's hair.
"Wow, Ivan! It's absolutely perfect!" You turned to the Russian, smiling blissfully.
Esperanza nodded with a soft smile and handed him two metal keys. "For the house," she explained before hopping back into the car and driving away.
After obtaining a key from Ivan, you eagerly ran into the gorgeous house like a kid on Christmas morning making a beeline for the presents.
"It's so nice to be in a real house for once! I haven't been out of the mental hospital in so long!" You spun around and around crazily, suitcase in hand, loving the new freedom your new house gave you.
"I am guessing you like it, da?" Ivan stepped inside, setting down his suitcase by the cherry wood door.

A sharp pain suddenly began to pound inside your head. Your hands slowly crept over your face as your began to water with pain. Insanity wanted to claim you again, and you crumpled to your knees, starting to sob. You knew it was a losing battle, trying to fight madness. Suddenly, you felt huge, warm arms around you comfortingly, and looked up to see Ivan hugging you close.
"Это хорошо, мой подсолнух. Я всегда буду здесь для тебя, да? Я люблю тебя." He crooned, stroking your long, flowing hair lovingly.
You leaned your head against his large chest, closing your eyes and feeling several tears sliding down your blushing cheeks. You loved feeling the fact that Ivan alone was your sanity, even if he was a bit mentally cracked himself.