Rusger Oneshots

Adorable Little Nerdy Nerd

Once upon a time, there was a gay. He was a very gay, but in front of other people, he did not show his gay. He hide gay like he hide his last bottle of vodka in the cold winter months, and the family is snowed in and they are all reverting back to their natural bear forms without their life blood. Indeed, he hid it well.

But then one day he sees other gay. This gay is not Vodka-fueled gay, like him. Oh my Vodka this is Nerd gay. He has the gay glasses and the gay tie. The gay could not handled this level of gay.

And so the poor gay gay-ed so hard he gay-ed to death. The End.

thank you for reading this is the end of the oneshot bye bye move on with your lives everyone-

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The above tale was brought to you by 3 am Writing Brain.

We now present you with your normal written oneshot by 2 am Writing Brain, as equally as exhausted as 3 am Writing brain but with maybe 3 more brain cells to spare.

Enjoy!!

(Warning: Fluff for the soul. BEcause yes we deserve it-)

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Russia walked in to Germany putting in his contact lenses in front of the mirror, already dressed for work. He smiled at him through the mirror.

"Guten morgen, liebing! You're up early."

"Guten morgen..." Russia mumbled, and put his arms around him, resting his chin on top of his head with a sleepy smirk. He heard him whine below him, and laughed softly.

He couldn't resist it. Germany was just the perfect height for him to come up and hug him from behind, and then put his chin on his head. "It's too bad, любовь." He hummed teasingly, continuing to mess up his neat black hair. "Your own fault you're so short and handsome."

"And it's your fault you're so tall. I hope you crack your head on more doorframes." Germany answered back playfully. He got in one contact lens, and blinked to get it in place. It made the golden colour of his iris seemed dimmer than it actually was, Russia thought.

"Why don't you wear your glasses?"

Germany shrugged while picking up the other lens gently. "Contact lenses are easier, and I have a meeting with Netherland's government today."

"What does that have to do with not wearing your glasses?" Russia asked again.

His boyfriend looked up at him through their mirror and grinned. "You wouldn't get it if you don't wear glasses, Russland." He said, then looked back to his own reflection to carefully put in the other transparent circle into his eye.

"I guess not," Russia sighed, tilting his head to press his cheek against his hair. "I just think you look cuter when you wear them, that's all."

A pause, then Germany's finger moved away from his eye that he was keeping open with his other hand. "What?"

"You look cute when you wear glasses. And very professional." He added. Russia smirked when Germany's face started to turn pink under his flag's colours. "I think it makes your eyes look brighter, and even though normal humans can't see this beautiful golden-" He gestured to his eyes. "They can still appreciate the blue. Its a very pretty colour too."

He heard Germany sputter in embarrassment, and looked away from the mirror. "I'm not ready for this kind of flirting so early in the morning." He mumbled to himself. Russia burst out laughing and leant over his shoulder to kiss him lightly on the cheek. "What about this kind?"