~As Pure as the Rain~ Hetalia Men x Reader

June 28th, 1853
Pruth River, Russia.

You chose the button "1853" and tightly shut your eyes as you felt yourself being transported to the past. You felt raindrops falling from the sky harshly as the landed on your face with a sharp sting. You heard the sound of marching footsteps and horses' hooves. You ran towards the sound. A massive army was trampling through the muddy path, most likely off to war.
"Are you lost?"
The voice startled you and you turned to your side quickly. You faced a man of gigantic stature. He had silver hair that clung to his forehead, soaked from the rain. And his eyes, his piercing amethyst eyes.. They were a class all their own. You could almost picture a strong aura radiating from him, but with his innocent expression, it was hardly imaginable. He wore a tan overcoat with a long scarf that matches his height in its length. He must have noticed how you just stared and didn't reply to him. He closed his eyes and cocked his head to the side, cutely.
"My name is Ivan, мой подсолнух," he began in a heavy Russian accent. "Can I help you out?"
You shook your head, breaking the trance. Then smiled sweetly at him.
"Yes, sir. I'm (f/n) and I'm most definitely lost."
"Ah, that's a beautiful name. How about you just accompany me until we can find someplace for you to stay, da?"
You nodded eagerly and followed him as he resumed walking along with the army.

"So, Ivan. Where exactly are we going?" you asked.
"Well, we are heading to the Pruth River for right now. We plan to make camp as soon as we cross, and then we will decide from there what our strategy will be."
You shivered, the freezing rain beginning to chill through your bones. "Strategy?" you questioned, your teeth chattering.
Ivan glanced at your shivering form and signaled for you to stay put. He ran towards a supply wagon and grabbed a heavy coat and wrapped it around your shoulders. It was thick and way too big for you. You giggled as as you quickly twirled around, watching the ends flail out as you spun.
Ivan smiled. "It's a bit big, but it will do for now, da?"
"Of course!" you exclaimed as you snuggled into its warmth. "Ivan, can I ask you an odd question? What year is it?"
He blinked in confusion. "Well, мой подсолнух, it's 1853.."
You put your hand on the back of your head, "Sorry. I think I may have hit my head or something."
He laughed and ruffled your wet hair. "Don't worry about it, da?"
You beamed in reply.
As you approached the river, you could see it was quickly filling with rain water, as it had begun to pour even harder. It didn't seem even possible to you. Lightning cracked across the sky, and thunder echoed in your ears. The river began to rise at a rapid rate and Ivan became very concerned. He grabbed your hand as you ran through the army, dodging an unaware soldier here and there. Thankfully, he stopped when you were completely out of breath. You bent down, placing your hands on your knees, trying to regain your breath all the while glancing at Ivan. His eyes
were wide open and an expression of hopelessness had replaced his normally smiling face. You stood up and followed his gaze. There was a log dam constructed farther upstream and water was brimming over the top of it and through the cracks in the wood. It would not hold much longer.Ivan called something in Russian and a man riding a pure black mare came up to him. The man appeared furious, as he yelled back at Ivan and trotted towards his troops. He yelled something in Russian, some of the men responded but others turned and fled downstream. He reared his horse and led the men upstream to the dam.
Ivan grabbed your hand and pulled you in the opposite direction.
"What's going on, Ivan?" you yelled in confusion.
He turned his head slightly. "We need to get away from that dam, da? It's going to burst any minute and that idiot captain thinks that he will be able to brace it. I can't let you be harmed, мой подсолнух!'
A smile crossed your face and you suddenly found a strength inside you didn't know you had. You sprinted ahead, turning the tables on Ivan. He seemed surprised but followed as you led him passing into the mess of retreating soldiers.

A booming crack was heard from farther upstream and you both turned to see as a flood of water came crashing towards you. It was moving too fast and began swallowing up the closest soldiers. Piercing screams of fear and pain filled the air. You came to a halt, only because you still had a grip on Ivan and his refused to move. You stared deep into his violet eyes as a wall of water appeared behind him. He opened his arms and you ran into his embrace. He shielded you from the brunt of the impact. You were thrown into the swirling mass of water and managed to find your way to the top. You inhaled deeply, taking in what sweet amount of air your lungs could hold and yelled with all your might, "IVAN!"
"Here, мой подсолнух!" A faint voice replied from behind you. You whirled around and saw Ivan a few yards away from you. You tried to fight the current as hard as you could to reach him. But just then, your body began to vanish. You swam frantically towards Ivan, who was holding a bleeding wound on his forehead and trying to swim towards you. You looked at him in despair and managed one word. "Goodbye."
You disappeared under the water and vanished out of this time. Ivan was left alone, with only a guilty and heavy heart.