Rusger Oneshots

Swastika

The title does not mean to offend anyone 

It's not going to be about Third Reich or WW2 

But you know what it is It's Angsttttt-

Based off a prompt by Shadowcat849 who wanted to see more about their scars (See our scars make us stronger for reference)

(But long story short, the boys have the symbol of their parents marked on them, Germany as you guess has a swastika on his lower back and Russia has a hammer and sickle on his chest)(Just a headcannon)

Enjoy!! (It is 3 am here am I tired? yes am I going to sleep? Nahhh :'D)

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Germany was pressing an ice pack halfheartedly against his cheek when he heard the door to his room open and hurried footsteps rushed in. He looked up and found wide ice blue eyes staring at him in shock, then the large body moved closer toward him, sending the shorter guards that was standing around the room scurrying away.

"Leave us." A controlled, accent-less voice spoke, and the guards filed out slowly. Russia stood indifferently in the middle of the room until they all were gone, the door closing with a click behind him. He immediately walked over to him and kneeled down beside the bed, eyes filled with worry and fear.

"Are you okay? How did they hurt you, who were they?" He demanded answers, hands outstretched but too nervous to actually touch him. Germany sighed and took the ice pack away from his face to shove it into his hands to shut him up. Russia stared at it, and then at the revealed dark bruise that was forming over his left cheekbone. 

"Германия-"

"I'm fine, it's just a few bruises and cuts. Things could have gone worse-" He insisted, ignoring the pain from talking with a split lip. His chest hurt a lot, but there were no broken bones anywhere on his body. 

"No Ger. You're hurt, and I don't even want to think about if things had gone worse." Russia said with a frustrated tone, but Germany knew his boyfriend enough to recognize the true feelings behind his words. He looked at him and gingerly wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him in for a rather painful hug on his side. 

He heard him sigh shakily in relief and hug him back, hiding his face in his upper chest that was slightly uncovered from the loose hospital gown he was given to wear. 

"Ow. Chest. Not too tightly-"

"Sorry!" 

Germany gave him a slight squeeze in their hug to reassure him. Russia's upper arms were around his back, gently stroking up and down. He had to let go after a few more seconds because of the ache in his muscles, and went back to his position reclined against a propped up pillow behind his back. He decided not to say anything about Russia sniffing discreetly and wiping away a tear.

 "I was walking back from work, the usual way. Some guys cornered me, I didn't really see their faces." Germany told him as he stood up to go pull up a chair to properly sit on. 

"Weren't there street lights?"

"...no. It was pretty dark. They uh...dragged me into an alley." 

Russia's eyes narrowed as he listened on, nodding ever so slightly like he usually did when he was deep in thought. But then he stopped moving, and flicked his eyes up to meet Germany's. "You're hesitating.  Are you telling the truth?"

"What? Of course I am, I told the officers the same thing." 

Russia leaned forward in his chair and stared even more intensely at him, the ice in his eyes sharp. "The whole truth?"