Rusger Oneshots

One Bed

This oneshot is a bit self-indulgent hehe

Generic Fanfiction tropes yay :D

I hope you enjoy reading it!!

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June 29th, 2009.

"Excuse me, we have a reservation for a twin room?"

"Oh sure! And you are Mister..." The receptionist replied, pulling her chair closer to the computer as she typed away on the keyboard.

"Lanstov." Russia answered quickly, fishing out his ID from a pocket and sliding it across the countertop between them. The receptionist pushed her glasses up her nose as she took a glance at it, smiling as she handed it back to him.

"Room 818! Right this way, gentlemen." She said cheerfully, standing up to select two pairs of keys off a hook on the wall behind her, stepping out from her desk and leading them towards the lift.

Germany was stifling a yawn beside him, tired from a whole day of meetings. Russia nudged him with his elbow to follow, hiding a smile as he hummed to prove that he was still conscious, his hand fumbling around to pick up his suitcase from the floor as he trailed after them.

The sharp 'Ding' from the lift snapped him back to wakefulness soon enough though, reminding him too much of an alarm clock he used to have. Germany rubbed his eyes as they stepped out onto their floor, using the hopeful thoughts of a warm shower and a comfy bed as motivation to keep moving.

"Not from around here, I assume?" The receptionist asked, grinning from the tone of her voice. "Moscow, born and raised there. He's local." Russia replied, lying easily with a smile on his face. He jabbed a thumb behind them towards Germany, who had enough sense to made his expression seem pleasant.

"He's been showing me around all day." Russia chuckled. The receptionist laughed, taking off her glasses and letting them hang from the silver chain around her neck. "I see. And how did you find the sights?"

"Oh, really good. Everything was very beautiful." He smiled, ice blue eyes shining. Another lie, if she asked him to name one monument or popular local he would've no clue, since most of their day was packed full of conferences and dumb meet-and-greets with prissy politicians.

Luckily, they were in front of their room in no time, and the receptionist was unlocking the door, handing both sets of keys to him afterward.

"Here we are! If there're any problems, feel free to come back downstairs to get me!" She said, stepping aside to let them both pass by. Russia nodded in acknowledgement, about ready to slide his backpack off his shoulders before he immediately noticed the first problem.

"Um- I thought our reservation was for a twin room?"

The receptionist did a double take, and indeed, where there should've been two single beds with a space separated by a rug, was a queen-sized bed, perfectly made with snow white bedsheets and fluffy pillows.

"My goodness, I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed, putting on her glasses again. 

Germany had finally caught up with the commotion, peaking his head around the bend in the room. His eyes lit up curiously when he noticed the bed, and for a while his happiness came from the thought that this meant more room to sleep! More pillows to cozy up with!

Then the memory of having a boyfriend hit, (and said boyfriend being right here, reassuring the receptionist), causing a pink blush to start heating up the tips of his ears. Now this meant that they could share the bed, which was like a first for them.