Russia x Reader My Sunflower Sings [Part two]

"Alright little miss, that'll be fifty dollars for the ride," Jerry said with a wink. You pulled out your wallet and gave the Taxi driver his due, and grabbing you bag out of the back. Jerry smiled and said his goodbye before driving off, back to wherever he came from.

The Greyhound terminal was full of different people, and different smells (most of them not very pleasant). You made your way quickly through to the ticket counter, and waited patiently behind a woman with like fifty kids. It was somewhat quiet, with several people sitting in seating areas, waiting for their next connection. Many of them looked homeless, or close to it, while others looked to be in the same position as you.

"How may I help you?" A middle aged man asked tiredly, looking at you from across the desk. He had extremely tired eyes and messy blonde hair. He raised an eyebrow to prompt a response.

"Um-yes, could I get a ticket to Dallas?" You asked nervously, hoping the man wouldn't be checking for ID. the man seemed to notice your worry, and smirked.

"Age?"

"Eighteen," you lied quickly, smacking yourself in the face. You bet he gets stuff like this all the time. The thought of your mother coming to pick you up flashed through your head, and panic gripped your heart.

"Got any age identification, kid?" The man asked, causing you to jump. You slowly pulled your wallet and handed him your Texas-State ID, allowing him to scan over it.

"Actually, you don't turn eighteen for three months," he corrected dully. "Now, you can explain to me why you're here without a legal guardian, and I might be able to work with you."

You opened your mouth to speak, but, as if on cue, your phone began to buzz. You quickly pulled it out, and your heart sank when your mother's name showed up on caller ID.

"You gonna get that?" The man at the desk asked with a smirk. You grimaced and let the phone go to voicemail, and slid it back into your pocket.

"Definitely not," you muttered, looking back up to him. "I'm kinda... Well, I-"

"You're running away," he said bluntly, "got some big dream too, huh? Listen kid, you're like every other teenager out there, got a head too big for your own good. They all think they can beat the odds."

"Yeah," you whispered, biting your lip, and the frantic tears that wanted to leave your eyes. "But there's something different about me."

He let out a bark-like laugh. "Oh yeah, what's that?" Other people close by had turned around to watch the teenage girl argue with the ticket man, some looked with pity, and others with amusement.

"I don't think I can beat the odds," you explained, strength growing in your voice as the words escaped your lips. "I know I can. And that's a big difference,"

To your surprise, the man gave a genuine smile, and laughed a true hearty laugh. "___," he began, reading your name off the ID he returned to you, along with a ticket, "you look like a girl that'll make things happen. Once you're famous, come find me, and make it worth my while if I've lost my job for this."

"But I don't want you to lose-" you started, before he held up a hand to cut you off.

"Sweetheart, I'm an old man. I've been around awhile, and I know all about the rules. This also means I know when they should be broken. Now get out of here before you cause a crowd," he said, adding a bit of sarcasm to the last bit, glaring at the few people still openly gawking.

"Thank you so much," you said quickly, slipping your ID back in your pocket and shoving it in your pocket, while your hands clutched the ticket. You moved back across the tiled floor to the rows of benches, waiting a short time for your connection, and munched on a pack of trail mix.

"San Antonio to Dallas, bus loading," a woman called on a loudspeaker. You immediately jumped up and checked yourself for everything you had entered the facility with. Once your mental checklist was gone over, you made your way with the other people walking outside. A man collected your ticket, and then ushered you up and onto the bus in line with everyone else.

You made your way to the back, and settled yourself in a blue seat next to the window. You set your backpack in your lap and wrapped your arms around it before leaning your head against the window.

You fell asleep praying that you had made the right choice.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Hey look, more squiggles.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


You were woken up by a woman who certainly hadn't been there when you had fallen asleep. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, with long brown hair that fell in loose curls. She had bright green eyes and a very beautiful frame.
"It's time to get off. Sorry if I startled you, it was either, I sit here or he does," she said, gesturing to an albino guy around the same age. He was sat in another seat, and when you looked over at him, he grinned.

"The Awesome Me, was rudely intercepted by zhat crazy woman." The boy said, grinning devilishly at the woman next to you. His bright red eyes were crinkled in amusement. "I vas simply going to grace zhe Frau with my awesome presence, but no."

"Oh shut it, Gilbert," she snapped back venomously. It was obvious that even though the two spoke so harshly to each other, they must have been friends. "Anyway, we need to get going, there's a tight connection to Tulsa. Nice to meet you," she said quickly to you before getting up and walking behind Gilbert up the isle.

You blinked. That, was definitely odd, but not terrible. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and picked up your backpack, heaving it over your shoulder as you  walked up the isle, off the bus, and into the next station.


~~~~~~~~~~~Woot~~~~~~~~~~~~

Three days went by, with nothing but traveling by bus, sleeping on benches, and nearly having your food stolen by a homeless man. You ended up giving him ten dollars and a water bottle out of pity. The man decided to inform you that his name was in fact Stephen, and that the two of you were now friends.

Only left home three days ago, and you had already befriended a homeless man. Go figure.

However, your journey with Stephen the hobo was short lived, as he was headed to Indiana. He waved you off as he quickly boarded the bus from Kentucky to wherever next, and left you once again to your own devices.

This station was much more crowded than the last, and you were very unpleasantly  made aware that the next connection to Charleston, West Virginia, wouldn't be available for a week due to complications.

This led to several angry people, demands for refunds, and more loud, obnoxiousness that you were not interested in hearing. So like any other teenage girl that had been stuck on a bus for three days, you wanted a shower, and a hot meal.

So, you and your trusty backpack headed off from the station to wander the city of Lexington, Kentucky. It was much cooler here, than Texas, but still warm enough for you to wear a pair of shorts and long sleeves. You pulled out your phone and checked the time, only to be bombarded with notifications of missed calls from your mother.

You felt absolutely terrible for leaving your mother, and it ate at you all the time, but there was no way you could go back. Not going to happen. As annoying as bus travel is, you were having the time of your life! It's only be a few months until you turned eighteen, and then you'd happily call your mother and tell her where you were.

Ya know, after she could legally do nothing about it.

A short walk around the busy city revealed a trucker stop, which meant only one thing to you.

A damn shower.

You strode into the building and walked up to the blonde cashier at the front. She smiled at you, which you kindly returned, and asked for a shower.

"Oh goodness, dear are you homeless?" She asked quickly, her face suddenly full of concern. You have a smile and quickly shook your head.

"Certainly not, I'm just traveling by bus to get to my uncles house. No big deal," you lied smoothly, erasing any panic the woman may have caused, should she have overreacted.

"Alright, sweetie. That'll be eleven dollars, and your number is 320, I hope you have a safe trip!" The cashier said briskly, handing you a small card with your number on it. You gave a curt nod before walking through the isles, contemplating what would be a good snack.

"You know, I've been on the road for a few weeks now. Tends to get lonely every once in a while." A deep voice murmured from behind you, their hand grazing the small of your back.

First thought- there is a creepy trucker hitting on you, and most likely wants inside your pants.

Second thought- you haven't taken a shower in three days. How was that in any way attractive?

You turned around and gave a dirty look to the large, bearded man who was looking at you like you would a snickers bar. With a quick movement you slapped his hand away. The cap on his head looked dirty, and he definitely hadn't yet taken a shower in what must have been longer than you had.

"Uhm, no thank you sir. I am not in any way interested." You said quickly, taking a step back from the creepy dunderhead. "Leave me alone."

"I bet I could make it worth your while," he persisted, suddenly rummaging through the pockets of his baggy blue jeans. He pulled out a wad of cash, and turned his eyes back up to look at you.

"No," you growled, looking him over and crossing your arms, "you certainly cannot. Now leave me alone, creep." You turned on your heel to obtain some distance from the old pervert, but froze when you felt his mammoth hand on your shoulder.

"Come on, baby. It'll be fast, I've got a truck outback,"

His grip got tighter.

In an instant, you turned around, left onto the man, and shoved him to the ground. Your eyes were fierce, and you voice sounded like death.

"Listen here you little bitch," you growled, grabbing his throat with your hand. "I have come a long way to get where I am, and some creepy old prick like you isn't going to get into my pants, got that?"

The trucker was too stunned to move, and merely nodded quickly.

"Damn skippy. Did it even occur to you that I know how to kill a man your size in over a hundred ways? You're dead, kiddo. Now get out of here before I forget to be nice."

With that you rolled off of him, readjusted your backpack, and walked to the other side of the store. Trucker boy removed himself from the floor, and the facility, much to the cashier's delight as well as your own.

"You really know how to handle yourself!" The blonde called out with a laugh. "I thought he pee'd his pants!"

You were about to respond, but your shower number was called out, and you quickly made your way to the designated area.

That shower, was the best thing you had ever felt in your life. The water wasn't even that warm, but you didn't care! You grabbed your shampoo out of your backpack that hung on a hook in the drier area of the shower, and washed your hair twice, then moved onto your body. After quickly shaving your legs and underarms, you turned off the water and grabbed the towel that had been provided, and went on to change into some extra clothes.

Your towel dried (h/c) hair hung loosely around your face, and your eyes had dark circles around them. A few hairpins and some concealer later, you looked presentable to the public once again and moved on, now on a quest for a hot meal.

You continued your conquest down the street, and ended up at an intersection. There seemed to be several different fast food joints, but a greasy burger and fake taco didn't sound good in the slightest. You did manage to find a Chinese restaurant called "Mama Fu's", and thought that sounded better than Micky D's.

As soon as you opened the door, you were greeted happily by some guy, a little taller than yourself. He had long, deep brown hair tied back and over one shoulder in a ponytail, and deep brown eyes. "Hello! I am Yao, and I will be seating you today." He said pleasantly. "Is it just you, or are you meeting anyone?"

"Unfortunately, it's just me," you said with a smile. Yao nodded and asked that you follow him through the restaurant and over to a seat at the bar. There were  very few people at the restaurant, and you began to wonder if the people who lived here stayed away for a reason.

"Here is your menu, I'll be with you in just a few minutes," he said quickly before dashing off to God knows where.

You ended up getting (favorite Chinese dish. I don't care) and had to admit, it was the best you had ever tasted. You weren't sure if that was because you had been living off of junk food for half the week, or if the quality of the cooking was just outstanding, but you didn't mind either way.

After thanking Yao multiple times for the amazing food, you left the restaurant with a full belly and decided to do some sight seeing on foot.

So basically you managed to get yourself lost in some town you'd never been to before in record time, but you wouldn't think about that. You had managed to find yourself walking around a small neighborhood, with very nice houses. It was completely peaceful, the birds were singing, bees were buzzing, an gigantic man was trying to catch a Golden Retriever on foot..

Wait, what?

A very built man with slicked back hair, currently wearing an expression of anger and exasperation, bolted down the street after his dog, who seemed to find the situation completely comical.

"ASTER MEIN GOTT GET BACK HERE!" The quite attractive man yelled angrily, trying to catch speed with the dog. You debated on continuing on your way, or laughing, but decided instead to try and help. It couldn't hurt, could it?

Rummaging through your backpack, you found a bag of beef  jerky, and pulled out a strip. The hound had made a turn, just evading his master's lunge, and continued merrily down the street at brake neck speed.

"Hey pretty boy!" You hollered, gaining the Retriever's attention immediately. "Look what I've got!"

The dog slowed down to a trot, and pranced over to you, sticking his nose into your outstretched hand. You let him grab the jerky from your other hand as you continued to pet his fur affectionately, cooing at him. You always loved dogs, especially big ones. They reminded you of giant teddy bears, but you were never allowed to have one of your own.

You turned to look back at the flustered owner, who was still in the grass, looking at you with an open mouth. He quickly picked himself up and dusted off his clothing before walking briskly over to you. His blue eyes pierced your own In an almost intimidating glance, had he not been somewhat smiling.

"Thank you for getting aster for me. He seems to find it amusing to run avay from me," The man spoke with a thick German accent, and completely formal, which was surprising. "I am Ludwig, it is a pleasure to meet you."

"I'm ____, it's nice to meet you too," you said with a smile. "Aster is a cutie, you know you can't stay mad at him,"

"Oh, I can try," Ludwig said dryly. "Would you like to come in for a moment? I need to get him inside, and it would be rude to leave you on such terms."

"Okie dokie," you said brightly, letting Ludwig take Aster from your hands. Instead of letting the dog walk back, the German merely picked him up as if it were nothing. This man was definitely weird, no doubt, but he didn't seem like one to hurt you.

Ludwig's house was small, cozy, and CLEAN. There wasn't a single speck of dust in sight, and if there were, it was clean dust! You were startled by two dogs running into the hallway you two were in, and nearly jumped. But Ludwig yelled something in German and the dogs quickly settled down and sat in a row, Aster taking his place amongst them.

"Zhis is Berlitz, zhe Doberman. Zhe German Shepherd is  Blackie, und Aster is zhe Golden Retriever. They're well trained, but tend to get excited when strangers come around." He explained quickly, walking past the dogs and into another room. "Would you like somezhing to drink? I've got beer." He called, causing the dogs to follow. "Not you, animals, mein Gott." He muttered.

"Water is fine," you replied, following the gigantic dogs into what must have been the kitchen. Once again, everything was sparkling clean and perfectly in place.

Ludwig nodded and handed you a glass of ice water before pulling a bottle of beer from the fridge. He took a long gulp and shut his eyes for a moment.

"Alright. I can zhink now. I apologize for all of your troubles, zhis usually doesn't happen." He said calmly, looking down at you. You gave a shrug and smiled in response.

"It's no problem, I adore dogs. I never really got to have one when I was growing up, which sucks." You said conversationally. For some reason, the fact that you had just made all the wrong moves, and ended up in a strange man's kitchen didn't seem to bother you.

"Oh really?" He asked sharply, his head slightly cocked to the side. You nodded, and in an instant, he was out of the kitchen, leaving you standing there. Aster leaned his head against your thigh.

Ludwig returned quickly, with a tiny ball of fur in his hands. The mass of what must have been puppy looked up from Ludwig's arms, and sniffed at you. It let out a high-pitched bark.

"Zhis is Blitz, und he is a Pit bull. I found him about a veek ago as a stray, he's only a month old or so." Ludwig explained, gently placing the adorable pup into your arms.  You practically melted over this pure white Pit bull, and giggled when it nuzzled its head in the crook of your arm.

"He is the cutest thing I have ever seen in my entire existence," you gushed, scratching gently behind the puppy's ears. Ludwig cracked a smile, and handed you a little red collar, as well as a big one, larger than the dog itself.

"He's yours," Ludwig said with a smile once the collars were in your hand. "I've still been bottle-feeding him, but I believe with another few weeks he'll be fine with solid food."

"Woah woah woah, dude," you said quickly, snapping your head up to look at the robust German. "There is no way I could take care of him, I've got no house, and barely enough money to take care of myself!"

Even as you said these words, you could tell by Ludwig's set face that you weren't going to be able to give the dog back.

"Vait, you don't have a home?" He said quickly, "vhere have you been sleeping zhen?"

"Various greyhound stations and busses," you said proudly, a grin on your face. Ludwig shuttered.

"Have you got any idea how filthy those places are?" He asked, a shocked look on his face. "Zhat is unacceptable! How long vill you be staying in Lexington?" He prompted, folding his arms.

You froze, looking down at the puppy, collars in your hand, then back at him. "About a week or so, just until I can get a bus trip to West Virginia." You explained, shifting the pup to a more comfortable position. Ludwig looked at you as if you were a crazy person.

"Nein! Zhere is no vay I am going to let you take anozher trip on zhat filthy bus. I vill take you myself."

"Excuse me?" You asked incredulously. Just who did this guy think he was, demanding he give you a ride somewhere? Did he even know your name in the first place? "I have been perfectly fine on my own, Mister, and I don't take orders from anyone, especially from someone who doesn't even know my first name!"

"Actually, I know your entire name." He said calmly. "You're ____ ____, a reported runavay. Do you know just how obvious you make yourself?" He asked, this time his turn to point a finger. "You vere on zhe morning news this morning, as vell as several other people."

"Well shit." You said, completely stunned. You were on the news? Why the hell was your mother flipping so much shit, it's only been a few days! "I'm screwed."

"Ja, you are," Ludwig agreed, glaring down at you with his icy blue stare. "I know absolutely nothing about you, so you can either explain yourself now, or I'm calling the authorities to pick you up."

"And if I run?" You retorted.

"Try it, I dare you." Ludwig said dryly. He pulled up a chair for you to sit down in, as well as one for himself. "Now tell me how you've gotten yourself here."


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Ludwig, ya nosy twit~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


"Und so you've completely up und left your mother, just to go to New York and become famous?" Ludwig asked in complete shock and outrage. "You should be ashamed of yourself! How could you put so much stress on your family und friends for such a petty reason?"

"I'm not doing it to "get famous"," you growled, trying to keep yourself together. "I'm doing it because I have nothing else that I'm good at! This has been my dream for so long and I can't just let this opportunity slip because my mom has zero faith in me!"

"Vhat opportunity?" Ludwig asked, suddenly curious.

"This," you sighed, pulling out a certificate of scholarship to Juilliard. "It's not a full ride, but it's a big portion of money that I wouldn't have to pay. If I could manage to make the extra, I could get in. I want this more than anything in the world, Ludwig. My mom needs to learn that she can't control my life forever. I'm nearly eighteen anyways."

Ludwig was silent for a moment, pondering over what he had just heard. You looked at him with pleading eyes, hoping he would just let you leave and pretend he hadn't ever met you.

But instead of simply turning you loose, he decided to help you further.

"I'm taking a risk by going zhis you know," he remarked, "but listen to vhat I'm saying. You vant to vait for zhe greyhound? Fine. But stay here so I know zhat nozhing bad vill happen to you. Or, you could let me drive you to your destination myself."

"You'd actually do that?" You said quietly. "You'd let me stay in your house, when you haven't even known me for two hours?"

"Ja." Ludwig said with a small smile. "It's no trouble, and besides, mein hounds seem to like you."

That, was an understatement. The four of them were either curled around your chair, or sitting in your lap.

"Dogs have a vay vith seeing inside people, you know." He added. "You seem trustworthy to me."

"Thank you." You managed, not trusting yourself to say anymore. Ludwig gave a curt nod, and went to go throw his empty bottle away before returning.

"It's no trouble, but I'm assuming you'd like to get to New York sooner, rather than later, ja?"

"Definitely," you breathed, a feeling of relief washing over you. "I'm so tired of busses."

"No doubt." Ludwig murmured, "I'll call mein bruder und see if he can vatch zhe dogs, we'll leave tomorrow morning." He pulled out his phone and quickly dialed several numbers, then held the phone up to his ear.

Ludwig rolled his eyes at the very loud hello, that even you could hear. He began speaking in rapid German, and it almost sounded like his words were slurring. Suddenly, the man who must have been his brother decided to interject, and Ludwig fell silent. He raised his eyebrows, and turned to look at you questioningly.

"You've basically just described her for yourself, Bruder." Ludwig said. "Ja, I'm looking at her right now... No, I don't-.. Can you-... Fine."

Ludwig pressed a button on his phone, and held it up. "You're on speaker." He growled.

"Hallo Frau," A very familiar voice practically yelled through the phone. "I see you've met my less-awesome little bruder, Luddy."

Your eyes widened. The albino guy from the bus, of course. Go figure.

"Hi there," you said slowly. "Small world, I suppose."

Ludwig pressed a button once again and returned the phone back to his ear, his face suddenly red. "Vill you do it nor not?... Excellent."

And with that, he snapped the phone shut.

"Luddy?" You asked, grinning up at him. "But Gilbert can't be bigger than you are- how old are you?" You asked suddenly, now interested.

"I'm twenty." He said calmly, "and forget mein bruder called me that, I never respond to it, I assure you. Gilbert will be here tomorrow, und zhen we can leave. You might as vell relax for the rest of zhe day, as it's going to be a long drive."

"Okay," you said brightly, excitement in your eyes. "Oh, and one more thing,"

"Ja, vas ist das?"

"Could I bottle feed him? He's just so cute." You asked with the face of a five year old. Ludwig nodded, and rummaged through the kitchen until he found the small bottle and formula for the pup.

The rest of the day was spent relaxing, and you finally got to sleep in a real bed for the first time in what seemed like ages. The soft blanket of the guest bed so generously given to you felt like warm, comforting arms.