Rusger Oneshots

Playdate

Thank you for 156k reads first of all :D

You guys are the best, most amazing people on this planet ❤️

And sorry for taking so long, this oneshot spiraled out of control and the characters got out of their enclosures-

This was literally just to be something fun and some more character personality solidification but it ended up to be 10k words long I'm terribly sorry please read this in breaks.

And I speedran the ending because I was so tired of this oneshot being not done, so the quality of this decreases rapidly. I don't know, its 12 am :'DD

More children time what more shenanigans will they get up to before The Big Angst hits-

I hope you enjoy reading!!

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1939

"When is RSFSR going to get here?" Hans asked for the umpteenth time impatiently, bouncing on his feet and looking out the window. "Soon, Hans." His father repeated with a sigh, also for the umpteenth time, legs crossed as he sat in his armchair, donning his black uniform and the red armband on his left arm.

"That's what you said 5 minutes ago..." He grumbled under his breath to himself, playing with his own armband which he was allowed to wear for this occasion. His white collar was tight around his neck, the straps of his suspenders digging into his shoulders. 

'It's not that bad, Hans' His father had consoled when he complained about it, and he had to agree it wasn't exactly a very pressing issue. It was simply because he was bored, and those were the only sensations he could focus on right now. He scuffed the soles of his black polished shoes against the rough carpet, pacing the room like how his father did sometimes.

"Hey." Nazi beaconed to him with his fingers, making him perk up and walk over to where he sat with excitement. "You remember what I told you about right? Follow our rules, and behave well, okay?"

"Mhm! We won't disturb you or Soviet." Hans nodded, smiling at his father, clasping his hands behind his back. "Clever boy." Nazi said approvingly, standing up from his chair and patting his son's cheek, making him giggle, looking back up adoringly at him.

"Herr Keller tells me you've been performing well in your tests." His father continued with a slight smirk, crimson red irises glimmering. Once a week, Herr Keller would come and give him a test, assessing his academic skills in math, science, history, geography, language command.

Hans smiled smugly, knowing full well that his father was bringing this up because of his full marks in science, particularly the physics. He knew he was about to be rewarded, like every other time he performed well. 

"Go on. What would you like this time." Nazi sighed before laughing softly, adjusting the belt over his shoulder. Hans giggled again, this time in glee, thinking rapidly about the multitudes of toys or candy he could ask for with this opportunity.

"There's this new toy train set in the toy store. Kurt has one already. It's called Hornby's, and I want one in red. It's an electric train set too!" He chattered excitedly, clapping his hands together and beaming at his father.

"Alright then." Nazi grinned, patting his shoulder and going over to check the window himself. Hans followed along, holding on to the wooden frame and flat on his feet. "See? I don't think they'll be here soon." He whispered, smiling cheekily when his father narrowed his eyes playfully at his statement.

"I'm sure they should be here any minute now." Nazi said, drawing his shoulders back with confidence. "I don't see any cars." Hans answered in a sing-song voice, rocking back and forward on the balls of his feet.