Rusger Oneshots

One Sick Commie

Look what I Made!! *holds up hurt/comfort fic*

Am very happ :))))

I never written one before, this is my first time-

BUT HECK I LOVE IT!! I SHOULD HAVE DONE DIS MONTHS AGO!!

*throws confetti into the air* 

Anyway I hope you enjoy it guys UwU Stay safe at home!!

Warning : Sick boi, fever, medicine in pill form and 99.9% fluff and soft whump <3

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Russia's hand was the only thing holding his head upright, not counting his neck as the large country worked over his study table. His cheek was held against his left hand in a tired way, his right hand writing quickly on a piece of document. 

He groaned as he put down the ink pen and had to reach to grab the red stamp, pressing it hard on the right hand corner of the paper. Russia held up the paper in the light, and placed it on the pile of other papers he had finished.

"Блядь..." He muttered to himself, and slouched down further into his chair. The orange afternoon sun glowed steadily through the large window in his study, making him feel even more tired. The pile of paperwork seemed so large, and though he had been laboring through them for days at a time now, it never seem to so much as shrink.

His country along with the rest of the world was facing a terrible time, millions dying as the sickness raged on. Then people were quarantined, stopping all jobs and trade. The amount of paperwork that created was insane. Russia ran a hand over his face, and grudgingly grabbed another paper on taxes from the monstrous pile on his right.

He didn't notice lunch time had long past 4 hours ago, and fatigue and hunger was starting to catch up to him. Russia scribbled down another signature, and filled in a couple of lines, before finally throwing his pen across the table to the corner in frustration.

It clattered noisily, making the big country hiss and growl, feeling so tired and unnaturally hot. The room suddenly felt very stuffy, even though Russia had definitely remembered to open a window. He crossed his arms on the table, resting his head in between them. His ushanka had been abandoned on the table a few arm lengths away, after feeling too hot and sweaty underneath it. 

"Just a minute. Then back to work." Russia thought tiredly, and closed his eyes. There was no time to relax, his country needed him. The rest of his body suddenly felt very cold, and he clenched his teeth while goosebumps rose up all over his skin. 

He began to nod off, exhaling breathlessly. "Just one minute..." He thought to himself, before fatigue dragged him into the darkness.

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Germany walked in to a dark living room, no big boyfriend in sight, and no sound of him either coming down the stairs to greet him. "Russland?" He called, his voice quiet and with an edge of tiredness. The entire office was tense today, no one was in the mood for talking, every countryhuman focused on trying to overcome their situation. 

The meetings were all on how they could pool money in to find a cure or vaccine, dreadful and exhausting. Germany had worked all day and only stopping for lunch by America's request. The usual carefree and bubbly country didn't even try to cheer him up with quirky punch lines or smooth talking. 

Germany poked his head into the kitchen, the lights were off there as well. He dropped his heavy briefcase stuffed to the brim with papers near the stairway, and quietly padded upstairs in his socks. Where could his boyfriend be? He wanted cuddles and attention and simply sleep the day off.