..first things first. I left this book ALONE for 4 days. 4 DAYS ONLY. Without looking at it other than for comments. And what do I see today when I clicked on it?
127 reads. AnD 11 votes. In 4 DAYS
...I have never gotten so much attention in my entire life. I didn't even know how to react. I just stared at my screen for like a whole 5 minutes. Then my brain and heart exploded with more happy emotions than I ever felt since 2018.
GUYS AND GALS I CAN NEVER THANK YOU ALL ENOUGH THANK YOU DANKE Спасибо огромное!
A tiny tiny portion of all my thanks to you all precious people, have another oneshot I did in my free time this morning!! XD (Art above is NOT mine. I found it on Google.)
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Russia woke up in a daze, his head was pounding and he fell oh so tired as he clutched something warm and incredibly soft. Bleary he carefully opened his eyes, and was relieved to find the curtains still closed, shielding his tired eyes from the sun's bright rays.
He stretched his arms about his head, and looked around. He was in a warm room, and in a queen sized bed, strangely. One, because he had not apparent memory of going to bed himself, and Two, that he was alone.
He racked his exhausted brain for clues, but the only memory he managed to recall was clinking his first bottle of vodka with Germany's cold mug of beer, with the background of merry laughing and Ireland singing a old folk song of his for everyone in the bar.
Speaking of Germany...
His boyfriend's side of the bed was empty, and rather cold. Meaning that he had left for quite a long time. Russia rolled over onto his left, and fell down onto the hard ground, his long legs tangled in the blanket and a muffled "Блядь(1)!" accompanied the thud of his head.
Gingerly picking himself up, and throwing the blanket back on the bed, Russia left the room to look for his missing boyfriend. He didn't bother making the blanket or the pillows look even the least presentable. Germany was the one who did all the bed folding in this relationship anyway.
Walking down the stairs clad only in a white tank top and pajama shorts, which he also had no clear memory on wearing before sleeping his head off. He poked his head into their kitchen, and finally located his lover, phone in one hand and a fork piercing a Bratwurst(2) in the other. He slowly looked at him without moving his head, and lifted one eyebrow.
"Guten morgen, Russland(3). I hope you slept well?" Germany said plainly, taking another small bite from his food. Russia slowly sat down at the round dining table a seat away from Germany, not looking away from those emotionless eyes. Darting his own eyes quickly around the table, he saw the bottle of aspirin and a glass of water near him, and he gave out a small sigh as he reached out for them. Quickly he swallowed one, and gulped down the cool water.
Germany continued staring at him, and the two of them sat in momentarily silence. Russia sighed once again. There was only one thing that would make Germany like this after a drinking night.
"How drunk was I?"
"Very. You leaped onto the bar table, 'accidently' knocked Italy unconscious, and started screaming/singing the Soviet Union's anthem out LOUD. People and countries outside the bar could hear you." Germany listed off his fingers, setting down his phone on the table. Russia buried his face in his arms, fade memories slowly creeping back. Although he couldn't stop a tiny smile at the one of knocking Italy unconscious.
"Not to mention breaking all your vodka bottles Thor style on the ground after you were done with them, seriously..."
"Oh come on. I couldn't have been THAT drunk." Russia whined, lifting his face back up to look at Germany. Who looked back with a deadpan face.
"You also tried to highlight my face because you said I was important."
"....."
They continued staring at each other, neither moving a single muscle. Russia looked at Germany, Germany looked back. Until Russia decided to break the ice. He sat straight up again, hands folded and supporting his chin as he grinned at the other country.
"Well maybe, because you are."
The effect was immediate. Germany sputtered, the fork in his hand tilted down and almost touched the table as he continued gapping and furiously blushing. Russia smirked, and gave himself a pat on the back mentally for remembering through his clouded mind how easily flustered his boyfriend could get.
He got up, and pressed a loving, small kiss on Germany's forehead. "I'm going to take my shower, прекрасный(4). See you in a bit." And then he walked back up the stairs, listening to the flustered mumblings of his boyfriend as he grinned in pride.
And that, is how to deal with a grumpy but easily flustered boyfriend.
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Hi hi hi, so I just wanna say another thank you to all of you all out there taking the time to read this book!! It really made my day so much brighter, and I really hope it makes yours brighter as well 😊😊😊
A quick question from me: I doodled some Rusger Fanart on some paper the other day, should i post them here?
Translations(all from Google translate)
(1) A four letter word. Bad Russia!
(2) German sausage
(3) Good morning Russia
(4) Lovely
Requests are still open, so anyone would wants to, just pop it in the comments! :D
I thank you all who commented and left votes, it is always loved to the bottom of my heart❤️.
Bye for now!!
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Rusger Oneshots
RandomOne thing I noticed in this fandom. THERE IS NOT ENOUGH RUSGER. and I'm probably not a good choice to do this, but ehhh my hand slipped. Requests are currently CLOSED(Im so sorry ;-;)
