Rusger Oneshots

Oktoberfest is cancelled and Ger is sad

The title is the same one I used for my draft, and I'm too lazy to change it, welp XD

And since you are witnessing my draft title you might as well see what I wrote for draft summary too:

well yes, yes we will write this Russia you better be prepared to give Ger his love and beer-

jfk your love can wait ger just wants a damn beer-

Behold the excellence of my last two brain cells, giving me story ideas at 2 am XDXD

Bluebunny2017 made a version of their own too in their Junk Drawer book, you should definitely read that if you haven't!! Because technically mine and theirs are running off the same prompt idea-

Maybe comment on the difference you see in both of them it'll be fun to see them XD

Enjoy! :)

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Russia sat on the couch, smartly keeping quiet as Germany continued his rant, his German and English mixing together so much it was hard to understand him even with years of experience. The carpet was slowly wearing down from his pacing.

He checked his phone. 'He's been going on for half an hour now,' Probably time to get him to actually stop and take a break.

But he was surprised with Germany flopped down face first on his lap on his own accord, groaning pitifully. Russia's mouth lifted in a small grin and he dropped a hand on his back, getting another peep of sound.

"Are you done?"

"Nein." Came a soft growl, and Germany was pushing himself up again. "I know that with the situation it would be totally out of the question, but it's tradition-"

Russia sighed, and gathered the tired body in his arms and hugged him tightly, stopping him from going back to pacing and wearing himself out. Germany didn't seem to notice, but slowly relaxed into his chest as he talked on, gesturing with his words. The bigger country started to hum softly, resting his chin on his head.

"-there was so much we were going to do together this year and now we don't get to do them anymore Not to mention it'll impact the economy even more and I just-" He paused to take a deep breath, finally slumping down completely and hiding his face from the world in his boyfriend's shoulder.

Russia snickered and rubbed his arm in an act of comfort. "Calm down, everything will turn back to normal again. Hopefully." He added on with a slight shrug that made Germany laugh weakly, his voice muffled.

"We'll go next year, да? Then you can drag me along as much as you want and drink till you pass out. Again."

Germany groaned as Russia started to laugh, remembering their situation four years ago. It wasn't fun half-carrying a dead-to-the-world embodiment of the very country they were on through a rough crowd, especially if he was mainly a tourist that didn't have that sense of direction.

Lifting his head up from his temporary hiding spot, he glanced at Russia before sighing, touching his nose to the side of his jawline. Russia blushed slightly and hugged him again, gently playing with a lock of black hair between his fingers.

"I'm just...I don't know. Its just that Oktoberfest hasn't been canceled since...the war and..." He sighed again and looked down. Russia felt the mood change and turned to look at him concernedly. His eyes were down-cast and dimmed, suddenly devoid of any joy.