Requested By: Ashen_Queen

Sorry to the requester: The reader isn't very obsessive in the oneshot. I didn't know how to make her obsessive. I thought of an idea and she wasn't very obsessive. Sorry. I hope you don't mind.

(G/n) - Girl's Name

(B/s) - Birth Stone

Nikolai - Nyo! Belarus

Victorya - Nyo! Russia

Mykota - Nye Ukraine

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"(Y/n), you have a patient," my co-worker told me. I looked up when they spoke, "Oh, thanks, (G/n). Where are they?"

"Room 201. Here's the file," she replied handing me a clipboard with some paper clipped onto it, "Thanks!"

"You're welcome, (Y/n)," they answered before walking off. I looked back at the file and read it: 'Name: Nikolai Sidorov. Age: 19. Birthday: 25th August. Reason for brought it: Stalks his sister and keeps pestering her to marry him.'

Okay, slightly creepy and a whole lot of incest. Okay then. Wish me luck! I thought to myself. I made my way to the room and knocked on the door.

"Come in," a male voice said. I took a deep breath and entered, closing the door behind me, "Hi! I'm (Y/n) and I'm going to be helping you out!"

"I don't need help thank you."

"Excuse me, but apparently you do. Otherwise you wouldn't be in here."

"Well, what are you going to do about it?" he asked, turning to look at me. (He'd been looking at the wall before)

"What I am going to do is to try and snap you out of this daze or wanting to marry your sister," I replied gulping, now realising he was holding a knife.

"Hey, it's not my fault. I just want to, I love her."

"Well, there's two different kinds of love," I responded, approaching the male slowly showing I meant no harm, "There's the sibling kind of love, which you sister has for you, and that you should have for her and then there's the romantic kind of love, which doesn't get given to siblings. That's the kind of love you have for someone that you'd want to marry someday, not your siblings."

"But I can't help it. I-I just w-wa-what are you-" he was cut off when I wrestled the knife out of his hand. "Please, I want to help you and the first step is to not carry a knife around with you, okay?"

"Okay. You know, you're the only person that's actually understood me. Why's that?"

I felt my face flush. I may have only just met him, but I'd already developed a crush on him. I quickly thought of an excuse, "It's part of my job. I try to understand everyone. Now, tell me, what's your sister like? and why do you want to marry her so much?"

"Well..." he told me everything about his sister and why he wanted to marry her. I listened to him and took in everything.

"Okay, well, this may take some time to get over, but I will help you through it!"

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Over the course of the few years that Nikolai had been one of my patients, I realised, he'd started to go on less about how he wanted to marry his sister. I was glad that he'd stopped because it meant that he'd be able to be free again and live out in the world. However, I was upset as I'd started to grow obsessive over him. It was the day when Nikolai was due to be released when I decided I would speak up, "Congratulations, Nikolai. I told you, I'd be able to help and, I did. Well, I supposed this is goodbye." I hugged him and started to softly cry, "I'm going to miss you so much!"

"If you want, I could come and see you everyday. I won't have anything else to do, seeing as I won't be stalking my sister anymore. I have an idea, why don't you come round to my house on Friday? That way you can meet my family. Inculding my sister, you know, the one I stalked to get into the mental hospital."

"I'd love that, Nikolai. What's your address? and what time?"

"Oh, here," he replied pulling out a piece of paper before writing something on it. He gave it to me and I read it. His address and phone number were written on there along with a caption saying 'call me before you leave, so I am not in my pyjamas when you arrive!'. I giggled at it and looked him in the eye, "Okay, I'll ring you before I leave."

"Okay. Well, see you on Friday."

"Yep! You too, bye! Good luck with your sister."

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I was busy trying to work out what to wear when I remembered my promise to Nikolai. I called him saying I'd be leaving once I'd picked out an outfit.

"(F/c) or (S/f/c)?" I asked.

"(F/c). It would suit you."

"Okay, thanks! I'll be leaving in about three minutes once I'm changed."

"Okay."

I hung up and got changed before dashing downstairs and putting my shoes on. I ran out the house and to my car before getting in and driving to Nikolai's house. When I arrived I knocked on the door. It was then opened by a taller male with silvery coloured hair (How do I describe Ukraine's hair colour?) "Oh, you must be, (Y/n). Nikolai has talked so much about you. Are you sure it's still safe for him to be back in the house?"

"Well has he asked his sister to marry him since he returned?"

"No."

"Then yes. He is."

"You must be freezing. Come in!" He was right, I was freezing. The dress had short sleeves and I forgot to crab my cardigan, "Thank you," I spoke when he'd let me in.

"Nik! Your girlfriend's here!"

My face lit up and I noticed Nikolai run out to the top of the stairs, "She's not my girlfriend, Mykola!"

"Yet," the male, who's name I guessed was Mykola, whispered.

"Shut it!"

"Does someone need anger management?"

"No I don't!"

"Nikolai, calm down. Shh, it's okay. Calm," I interjected before the argument got any worse.

"What's going on here?" I heard a female voice speak.

"Oh, Viktorya. This is, (Y/n). The girl that saved you from that," Mykota answered pointing to Nikolai.

Her face lit up, "You're the one that saved me?! Thank you so much!" she spoke running up and hugging me.

"Heh, you're welcome," I replied awkwardly returning the hug.

"Back off from her, Viktorya. Now."

The girl immediately got off of me and ran off. I was then brought into a chest, "You're mine, okay? Not my sister's."

"Right. Yours Nikolai, yours," I responded.

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After dinner, me and Nikolai took a walk out to the nearby hill behind their house. We sat down on the grass and watched the sunset. Once it had set, I decided to make a move. I moved my hand so it was on top of his and leaned on his shoulder, my face going red.

"(Y/n), what are you doing?"

"This," I replied leaning up and kissing him. My face went redder and I noticed his was as well. I soon felt his arms wrap around my waist and I placed mine on his cheeks. We eventually broke off due to lack of oxygen and when we did, I whispered in his ear, "I love you."

"я таксама кахаю цябе."

"What does that mean?"

"It means 'I love you too'."

"Does that mean I can kiss you again?"

He didn't reply but just took my face in his hand and kissed me again, "Yes, it does. However, you don't need to ask permission."

"Good," I responded kissing him again. We stayed like that well into the night and eventually fell asleep, me lying on top of him.

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When I woke up, Mykota and Victorya were standing about us, "So what's this about?"

"Let's just say, Victorya, you won't have to be scared of Nikolai trying to get you to marry him now," I replied, pecking said male on the cheek.

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"(Y/n), would you do the honour of becoming my wife?" Nikolai asked me, down on one knee and a velvet box in his hand, a beautiful (B/s) ring inside of it.

"YES! Of course!" I shouted. He stood up and placed the ring on my finger before kissing me, "I love you so much."

"I love you too, Nik."

"Well, at least it's not you he's asking, Vic," I heard Mykota's voice from the doorway.

"Will you two give us some privacy?!" Nikolai shouted at them.

"Sorry, we'll just leave now," the both replied walking away from the doorway. I giggled and turned back to him, "I love you."

"I love you too."

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I am actually proud of how this worked out. Again sorry to the requester that the reader isn't obsessive.