Rusger Oneshots

Ice Skating with You

SIKE I'M BaCk it has only been two days but WELP I HAD FREE TIME AGAIN

im focusing on studies at the same times too i promise-

UwU You guys are so absolutely freaking SWEET with all your comments thank you all so much-

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Here have a fluff shot to recover from the previous one's horrible sins-

(P.S this is just a headcanon. If you can ballet dance you probs have a super high chance of being a fantastic ice skater(cuz balance n all)-  Russia is just a wuss and can't do it cuz he too BUFF for his own good XDXD)

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"Wait. Wait wait wait Германия(1)!!" 

Russia's arms swung around like a madman, turning in circles in the cold air as his entire body fought to stay balanced. His eyes were blown wide in panic, and his breath came in quick white puffs in front of his black scarf.

Germany laughed at him, gliding gracefully in a small circle around him as he struggled to maintain his balance on the slippery surface of the ice. "Stop laughing this isn't funny at all!!" Russia fumed after stopping precariously for a moment, holding both hands out in front of him as his legs shook in exertion to keep his whole body unmoving. The ice skates on his feet were trembling on his weight, barely keeping a grip on in ice, while Germany was standing as neatly as he would on solid ground.

"It is. Well, just a bit~" The smaller country teased, covering up to save a little bit of his boyfriend's precious ego. Russia turned his head a bit to glare at him, but immediately the ice skates gave out underneath him and he fell smack on his bottom, letting out a small manly yelp of surprise as Germany snickered loudly again.

"How are you so good at ice skating anyway?!" Russia pouted, remaining seated on the cold ice and pretending to check the blades on his shoes, which were fine. He could also say the redness on his face from from the cold, nothing special. Germany's laughter died down, and he shrugged, gliding smoothly a few meters away and doing a small figure-eight.

"I don't know. I used to skate every winter when I was a child with my father." He said wistfully, looking out at the white silotue of his capital city, Berlin in its winter coatings. He pushed off the ice again with a gentle touch of his right foot, sending him sliding gracefully back to where Russia was gingerly trying to pick himself up. 

They were standing alone in the frozen pond, the other German citizens didn't really pay much attention to this little pond in favour for the larger, more popular ice rinks around the vicinity. "Do you need help?" Germany giggled again, playfully skating in a zig-zag pattern.

"No I'm fine." Russia grumbled, managing to finally get to his feet, spreading his arms wide at his side to keep balanced. "Alright then~" Germany smiled, and started off further in to the frozen pond, his black scarf that was identical to Russia's flapping gently behind him as he glided elegantly. "Come on!" He called brightly.

"Wait-" Russia stumbled, his legs shaking as he took a tentative step froward, his left leg wobbling on the ice as his held his breath, willing himself not to fall and embarrass himself more. "Ger stop- whoa-!" He squeaked in surprise as his right leg gave out, leaving him tethering dangerously on one leg as he flailed around more. He was vaguely aware of  Germany's ringing laughter in the background of his white snow-filled panic. 

Germany watched his lover fumble around on the two thing metal blades on his feet, knowing that he was totally out of his element, which was quite ironic since he was still in his element; cold snow and ice like his territory. But not like this delicate dance on ice, that he really didn't have much favour for.