Rusger Oneshots

Knowledge: Self Defense

"You know this has to stop happening, right." Russia growled as he helped wind bandages around his scrapped arms.

"I know- I know." Germany sighed dismissively, more occupied with testing if he could still use his writing hand with all the bandages wrapped around it.

"You can't keep getting hurt like this. You can't let people push you around, like this." He continued, gesturing towards the gauze wrapped around his arms and left knee, finally glancing up to look at him. Another patch of gauze was taped over his cheek.

"...what do you want me to do, Russ? I can't do anything about it. It's not like anyone would care. I just need to focus on my work there, and that's it. I don't care what they do in the mean time."

"I care. God, Ger, you were Bleeding." Russia snarled and pointed at the wound on his cheek, snapping the medical box shut angrily before standing up. Germany stared at his retreating figure helplessly, his writing hand curling into a loose fist for a moment, then slowly letting go.

"...thank you. For wrapping me up." He mumbled when Russia walked back, staring down at the winding white stripes of gauze over his forearm. Russia sat down next to him, their shoulders touching. He didn't say anything in reply, but Germany knew that he'd heard him.

"You can fight back." Russia finally spoke up after a long silence, ice blue eyes looking ahead into a far distance, deep in thought.

"...no. I can't get in trouble, Russ." Germany said with a shake of his head, pulling his arms close to his chest. His bandages were wrapped on tight, not constrictive but snug, expertly done.

"They struck first. You would only be acting in self defense." Russia turned to look at him, set in his ways and determination glinting in his eyes.

"I am not fighting, Russ."

"Self defense. Not fighting. And you will. I'm training you starting this weekend."

"Russ-"

"Think of it as a criteria you need to date me. I got my university degree, didn't I?" Russia sat up straight and flashed him a cunning smirk. Germany wanted to scowl, continue to insist that he can't, but he knew he was right. It was only fair.

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Teach him your ways Russ :D

He will not go undefended even when you're not around.

Also I wrote the above with no real idea on where he was working or who hurt him, but it was probably an internship job and he'll never see those people again so it's all good :3

If Russia learnt how to survive university, Germany can learn how to do basic self defense skills XD

I hope you enjoy reading!! Any comments and votes are always appreciated❤️

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Germany knocked softly on the door and pushed in after a brief second, sneaking into Russia's personal gym in his big house in Moscow with a faint smile, inviting himself in to watch the show.

There was music playing from the speakers, Russian hardbass that vibrated through his bones. His boyfriend didn't have much hand for design, but the gym was one of his proudest accomplishments, with a huge sprawling rock climbing wall taking up one side of the room, it looked like a massive cliff. Rope and boxing gloves hung from a rack and various equipment were set up in the free corners of the room.