Rusger Oneshots

A Little Thunderstorm

Your dose of fluffy gays, bon appétit :D

This author has no idea how fireplaces and chimneys work because we don't really have those in Asia, so I've never seen one work before. Warning: Inaccurate use of a fireplace during a thunderstorm

I was almost finished writing when it hit me that rain and fire don't mix well even though its in a house. But we don't care about that I was nearly finished and I wasn't about to scrap the entire oneshot for a small mistake-

So here I hope you enjoy reading!

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"We haven't done anything like this for a really long time." Russia stated softly, fingers continuing to fiddle around with his black hair.

"Mhm." Germany hummed as he leant back against his chest, not looking up from the book he was reading. His legs were crossed in the cradle of Russia's lap, warmed by the heat coming from the fireplace crackling merrily in front of them as heavy rain poured down outside the house.

Occasionally, Russia looked over his shoulder to read with him too, but quickly got lost in the sea of tiny words, and he could never keep up with Germany's speed. So instead he just played with his hair, twisting the longer locks as gently as possible and making tiny braids, smiling slightly to himself as he ruffled them back into normal again. 

"You enjoying yourself?" Germany said out of the blue, tilting his head up to look at him. He laughed quietly when the hand in his hair tugged disapprovingly and nudged his head back to its original position.

"Focus on your book-" Russia grumbled, burying his fingers into the inky black fluffiness. Germany sighed happily as they massaged his scalp, thunder booming loudly outside. The rustling of paper pages, soft inhales and exhales in the warm air, just the two of them wrapped in the orange light from the fireplace, made him relax completely into his chest, lazily glancing through the words on the page.

They were in for a night of rain, with strong winds buffeting against the windows. Thunder rumbled ominously outside, and Russia plaited out another miniature braid with his black hair, tickling the nape of his neck with the end evilly just to watch him recoil away and complain as he lost focus, before finally letting it loose and repeating the process all over again.

A bright light flashed outside the window, and suddenly the fuse box made a loud 'click' noise before plunging them into darkness. Russia froze, until he heard the loudest bout of thunder ever since the rain started rumble through the sky, and the rain poured down even harder.

"Electricity's out?" Germany hummed, still flicking through his book. "Mhm. Lightning. I'll go check." He snapped back to normal, untangling his fingers from his hair gently before a hand grabbed his wrist, pulling him to a stop.

"It's fine, you don't have to. Just stay." His boyfriend said softly, adjusting his arm so that it wrapped around his shoulders, leaning back into Russia's chest once more.

"...are we going to sit here all night then, in the dark?" He started to smile, hugging Germany close and tracing shapes over the collar of his shirt with his finger comfortingly. "We have a whole fire here, and we don't have anywhere else to be." A quiet, playful answer drifted up, the sound of logs in the fire crackling accompanying it.

"We have to go to sleep, for the meeting tomorrow." His other hand came up to wrap around Germany's waist as well, searching for his smaller hand until their fingers met and intertwined together over his left thigh. "We could cuddle, and then try to sleep here."