In-Law- Russia x Reader x Belarus

Your sister in law had a crush on you. Not in the normal sense of the word, blushing as you sat down next to her, admiring you from afar, knowing and accepting that she'd never have you. Because you were married to her older brother, Ivan. Not to her. And you never would be, no matter how beautiful you found Natalia, not matter how many dreams you had about her, about those deep violet eyes looking over your entire body, about running your fingers through her platinum blond hair. There was no way in hell you'd leave your husband for her.

The problem was, she hadn't seemed to get the memo. Ivan had told you she'd been utterly obsessed with him for a while, but for some reason had stopped being so active when she first met you. At first, you'd thought that maybe she'd finally accepted that marrying her brother wasn't going to work out. Apparently not, because only a few days later, she'd asked you to marry her. Well, asked wasn't really the right word. It was more like demand. You politely said no, pointed out you were dating her brother, and expected her to move on. Which she promptly didn't.

You had felt almost guilty at your wedding. She'd seemed so unhappy in that bridesmaid dress, in a way understandable, given that the two people she'd seemed to love were getting together, leaving her alone. But she hid the frown the moment she saw you were watching, putting on a fake smile, trying to make everything seem normal. You guessed she cared enough about you and Ivan not to ruin your wedding. A fact that would have earned her your respect, if she'd actually been able to move on.  

Yeah right. Fat chance. There was a reason you'd taken to checking behind you when you were walking around outside. Sure, you'd talked to Ivan about it, but to be honest, he seemed a little worried that getting her off your back would make her attention switch back to him. And neither of you had an idea about how to get away from her in the first place, other than trying to find somebody else for her to obsess over. But you decided that would be just too cruel on them, especially since the only person you could think of that resembled either you or Ivan was Yekaterina. You just liked her too much to condemn her to the same fate.

You had other problems too, work ones. There had been a major situation recently, meaning you had to spend far many more hours down there, filing paperwork, reporting back on the situation to your boss and drinking far more coffee than was healthy. You came home late now, sometimes after your husband had gone to bed. He was a lucky thing, you'd murmured on numerous occasions; lucky that nothing that major was happening at his work. You yawned, sliding yourself under the covers, cuddling up to his warm body. It was exhausting, working these hours. You'd have to be up early in the morning too, before the sun had risen, gulp down a mouthful of coffee and try to keep up the impression that you weren't, in fact, dead. The days merged into each other eventually; every day, every week, every month the same. And in a way, it was nice, having something reliable in your life.

Well, that was until the incident happened.

It had seemed like a pretty normal day until that moment. You'd woken up, realised the time and wolfed down a mouthful of breakfast, rushing to work as fast as you could. And when you got there, you'd spent the day doing the same tasks you always did, nodding at whatever your boss said, well, screamed across the room. You took an hour for lunch, before embarking on a long afternoon of work, eventually forcing yourself to leave at around nine-thirty. You heard a small bip, and checked your phone. A text from Ivan. You smiled and opened it.

' Situation came up at work, have to stay late, Sorry ЛАПУСИК'

Well, you'd said the same thing to him so many times over the past few months that you couldn't complain. You sighed, texted back to say you got the message and headed for home.

The lights were on when you got back, but you thought nothing of it. You often left them off when you went out, so you just assumed Ivan did the same. Walking into the kitchen, you thought about cooking something, before deciding you really didn't have the time today. Opening one of the cupboards, you glanced across your secret instant noodle supply. But you could barely keep your eyes open, even just to wait for the water to boil. A sure sign that you couldn't put up with this routine any longer. Immediately after eating, you headed for your bedroom, desperate just to snuggle into the duvet and go to sleep.

It was only after you had turned the lights off and curled up that you realised something was wrong. At first, you thought it might be that the bed just felt a little empty, but it was something more serious than that. Was your alarm clock not set? You checked. Nope, it was. Your paperwork? Nope, already filed that during coffee break. Eventually, you gave up, deciding to blame it on your own paranoia. You closed your eyes and ordered yourself to go to sleep. It was just after you did so that you noticed a faint scratching at the door, like somebody was trying to get in. Your imagination, you reassured yourself, turning over.

There it was again.

You were about to turn the light on, but the second you tried to move another, vry different, sound filled the room, forcing you to freeze.

"Sister-in-law, Marry me~"

You screamed. Loud enough to wake the dead.