Rusger Oneshots

Tangled up in You

Requested by : UserExeNotFound   (I really hope this will be worth the wait- :>)

This

Is

The

Last

Oneshot

For the day, week, year, and decade UwO (2020 babeeeeyyy)

But this is the second last oneshot for some time('alf a year) just sayin'--

WHOOOOO YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE HOW HYPED I WAS TO WRITE THIS YA BOIS ARE GETTING MARRIEEDDDDDDD *hardbass music plays from ten thousand speakers around the room* BEP BEP I FEEL SO PROUD 

Well honestly I still prefer them justs as bfs(You get more lovey dovey stuff and all the sweetness of just dating *cough* prompts are easier *cOuGh*), but we all love a good marriage eh?

I labeled this as a separate AU in my writing list word document, do whatever you want but the rest of the oneshots are them not married kay :3

WHOOO. Lemme just say I really wish I could animate or just draw nice :')) This was so fun to write and just imagine the scenes play out in my head aHhhh

Please enjoy, I'll say more stuff below. :)))

Inspired a little by above video. Im not really into dat fandom it just popped up in ma recommendations lol. (I now really like the song and keep humming it oops--)

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"Okay, what are we looking for?"

"Something simple I guess. I want a dress, but not something too fancy dancy. No train too, I'm scared I'll trip on one of those things."

"You wouldn't...but I think so too. Wouldn't wanting you falling for someone else~"

Germany stared at him with a deadpan face. "Russland(1) we're engaged." He said impassively, flashing him his right hand with the band of gold on his ring finger. Russia shrugged and smirked behind his back. 

"But we're going for white right? Do you want another color?"

"Nah, white's good. But I'm thinking maybe a coloured veil."

"Nice, blue to match the flower crown?"

"Yep. I hope they have one of those."

Russia nodded in agreement, and they stepped into the shop. The little bell on the door tinkled cheerily, and their dress shoes tapped lightly on the smooth wooden floor. Russia winced at the sound, looking accusingly at the shiny shoes on his feet, but Germany seemed immune. If he was going to go dress shopping, he wanted to at less make sure both him and his company looked somewhat sophisticated(instead of looking like a scruffy dressed-in-the-bar gopnik, quote on quote).

Russia grumbled at the fancy leather, he didn't see what was the problem with his Adidas trainers that had gotten a little muddy from last night's downpour. Okay maybe not a little muddy, it was just the soles though. Not one would notice, unless they look at the ground.

Germany looked wonderingly at the racks after racks of dresses, mostly in white but they were other colours as well. Cream, pale and pastel pinks, even a light green, a few baby blue's and a pale yellow one that caught his curiosity. He grasped Russia's hand to get his attention, and tugged him along to start their journey.