Rusger Oneshots

A Demon and a Werewolf (part 2.)

Cuz it was getting wayyy too long so i split it XD

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"Ok, this will definitely get his attention."

Russia mumbled to himself, the wolf inside him rumbled in response. His claws were soaked with blood, and so were his mouth and part of his chest. His furry face had spattered drops of red blood all over it. But he was actually full, and the wolf was silent, only grunting and giving him soft growls. It was very proud of his human host, having completed his second kill, though this wasn't just for eating pleasure.

In Russia's hands, he held a fist sized, human heart. With drops of blood still squirting out from it's openings, and it was crudely wrapped in some large leaves. He had journeyed to the nearby village, a few miles away from his own, but with his powers he made it there in only half an hour of fast running.

Once there, he searched for the prettiest woman in the village, scenting here out with his powerful nose. The rest of the story was rather gruesome, but by the end of it in the shadows of the forest, the pretty lady was dead, body turned to a pile of bones, and heart taken away by her killer.

It was a long tradition of all supernatural creatures, from way back into the centuries. Much like how humans wooed their wanted lovers, they too had their own ways. Nightshade flowers symbolises admiration for a loved one, and a human hand or just the bones of the human means the suitor wants your hand in love. And of course, a human heart itself, especially if it is still fresh and red, symbolises the declaration of love.

You couldn't not believe how much courage and pure determination and absolute mind agony Russia had gone through to just point blank go with his wolf spirit's idea. He tried to woo the demon subtly at first,  going out of his way to carefully pick water hemlocks by the stream, a symbol of a new beginning in life in supernatural culture. The demon accidently burned the whole bunch to ashes, frantically looked around for the sender and disappeared. 

He tried wolfsbane, thankfully he was immune to it's strong poisons, for now he thought more about it, much flowers used for love in the supernatural community were very poisonous. Maybe in the old times love was also known as death, what were they doing, trying to kill there own lovers? That worked a little better, he now had the priceless image of his dear Germany lightly blushing carefully stored in his mind. It was so cute and just,not evil that his heart did a double take every time he thought about it. Oh, there it goes again.

Unfortunately, Germany just smiled, and laid the bouquet on a nearby tree fork, and went on his way. He was way too oblivious. But it was partly his problem too. He just dropped the flowers near the clearing were they first met, and not in person. Didn't even leave a note to say who it was from. But that would be just, too much, right?

'Fine, so maybe not flowers', he discussed with his wolf spirit. 'Maybe chocolates? It works for humans, after all.' It didn't work, apparently demon's don't like chocolates. Germany curiously popped one in his mouth, made a weird face, and spat it out, walking quickly away and leaving the remaining chocolates in their square box. Russia sighed from his hiding spot in the dense bushes. Maybe he should have sacrificed his money and just gotten the ones in the heart-shaped box, at least the message might have gotten through. 

Finally after days of convincing, the wolf spirit manage to get the human's head clear. 'If you want demon, than you do everything. And I mean Everything. Make demon yours. Show yourself to him, not like cowardly human hiding around, hoping demon notice him. Like human Nike brand logo say, Just Do It.'