Male!UkrainexReader Zero to Hero

             "Stay out of my way, брат, or I will have to use this knife on you..." You and your Russian friend, Anya, were sitting on the couch in her living room. You were chatting away and reminiscing on the days of your youth. However, during the intense conversation, you heard yelling coming from the direction of the kitchen. You stopped and turned your head to listen. Anya noticed your peculiar behavior and silenced. It was then that she heard the all too familiar sound of her two brothers bickering. The two of you listened in.


          "брат, you need to stay away from [Name]. She will be mine. She will marry me!" You blushed at the sound of your name popping up in the one-sided arguement. Anya sighed when she heard her eldest brother whimpering at her youngest brother. "But brother please. You always scare the girls I grow close to away! Uh-could you maybe point that knife elsewhere?" You grew pale when you heard the Ukrainian males voice say knife. Nickoli had a knife?! You looked over at Anya and was surprised that she didn't seemed phased. Instead, she got up and entered the room where her brothers were fighting. You listened closely. You didn't want Nikolai to hurt Yuri. He's been the best friend you've ever had and throughout the years, those feelings grew into something more.
          

          "Nikolai! Put the knife down and quit messing with Yuri!" All grew quiet for a moment before you heard incoherent whispering in Russian. You mentally face-plamed for not taking that Russian language class in highschool. Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard Anya scream and rush to her room, locking the door behind her. You stared wide-eyed trying to register what just happened and not wanting to know what Nikolai said, or did,  to frighten your friend so badly. You then heard a dark chuckle come from behind you. You felt the edge of a cool blade slowly make its way from your shoulder to your neck. The blood in your veins ran cold as you heard a low, husky voice whisper in your ear. "[Name]...marry me..." You felt tears spring up in the corners of your eyes. How on Earth were you going to get out of this situation...
          

          As the seconds passed by, Nikolai started to become impatient. You flinched as you felt the blade press harder against the flesh of your neck. "I'm waiting, [Name]..."
          

          You took a shakey breath, but remained silent. Nikolai took the silence as a no. In his mind, no means rejection, and rejection means he doesn't get what he wants, and if he can't have what he wants, no one can. To sum it all up, he doesn't take rejection well.
          

          You heard him sigh. "Have it your way, кветка." You braced yourself for, what you thought, would be the last few seconds of your life. You waited...and waited, and waited, and waited. Shouldn't you have been dead by now? You craked an eye open and looked behind you. There you saw Yuri holding Nikolai in a headlock. The dirtiest look plastered on his face. You stared up in amazment as you watched your crush, and now hero, being uncharacteristically brave. You shivered at the dark growl that escaped his lips. "Brother. You will leave her alone. If you ever, EVER, threaten моя любов again, I will not hesitate to harm you..."
          

          You watched the Belarusian male think it over for a moment. His stoic façade returning almost instantly. "Fine." Yuri let him go and Nikolai glanced at you one last time before he walked off. You were still in shock when you felt two hands cup your cheek. You looked up into a pair of teal eyes. "[Name], are you ok? He didn't hurt you, did he?" A smile graced you lips and he blushed.
          

"No, Yuri. I'm fine. I promise." You reached up and hugged him. "I had my hero to protect me."
          

          He smiled and placed a light kiss on your lips. You melted into it. His scent overwhelmed you. You sighed in dissapointment as he pulled away. "Я люблю тебе, [Name]." You blushed and hugged him tighter. You didn't need to know Russian to understand what he had said.
"I love you too, Yuri..."


~~~~~~~~~~~Extended Ending~~~~~~~~~~~

          Nikolai called out for Anya. If he couldn't have name, he would settle for someone else. "In here Nikolai!~" His ears perked up at the sound of her sweet voice. He mentally slapped himself. He was going to trade that in for [Name]? What in the hell was he thinking? Nothing could ever replace his beloved sister.
He opened up his sisters door and stepped inside. There he saw her standing in the middle of the room, a smile gracing her face. Though, it wasn't the normal sweet smile she normal wore. It looked more...sadistic. "Anya, I-"


          "Brother...you should never threaten me..." Nikolai gave her a questioning look. She began to move her hands out from behind her back. It was then that he noticed the blood-stained shovel.
"...дзярмо"