Rusger Oneshots

Kidnapping Both A Demon And A Werewolf Leads To-

(Warnings: Getting Massacred, Blood, Holy Water burns, Non-consensual making out, and Death(Non-major character)) 

AHAHAHAHAHAHA ANGST I MISSED YOU-

I wrote this with speeeedddd XDXD

Thank you so much Shadowcat849 for the prompt!! It was so good and just *chef kiss* made me write it so fast because I could not keep away from it!!!

I hope I got everything that you wanted in it, I'm pretty happy with it and I hope you like it too!! 

As you can probably see from the title, this is a Demon and Werewolf AU story, and a sort of unplanned sequel for Kidnapping a Demon leads to Getting Murdered, so you might need to read that one first for some context if you haven't. 

Really hope you guys enjoy it! :D

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Germany was bored, there was nothing he could do in the house, and he was done pacing the rooms. "Russlanddd, can we do something?" He whined, dropping back into the couch his currently human werewolf boyfriend was sitting on, mending a couple of leather aprons. 

"I'm sorry, любовь, but I have to finish this as soon as I can." Russia answered back, tightening another stitch and biting off the access thread with his teeth. Germany groaned again, and made a small Hellfire flame in his palm, manipulating it and letting it dance around between his claws.

The human smiled as he watched him turn the orange-red flames into a five sharp petaled flower, then into a bat. Continuing his sewing, he reluctantly brought the needle through the tough leather again, grumbling in his mind. No man worth their manliness would willingly sit down at do this dreadful task, but still he was just an apprentice in the swordsmith shop he had to do whatever task was thrown at him.

Germany played with his fire a bit more, until he felt something shift and filled him with a sort of coldness. He shuddered, which caught the eye of his boyfriend, and extinguished his flame, drawing the heat back into himself. "Германия? Is everything alright?"

"No everything's fine." He waved Russia off, who was looking at him in concern. The demon smirked in his mind, realizing the chance he had now to gain the attention he wanted. "Oh noo, I'm feel so cold, the air is crushing me, I feel faint-" 

Russia stared as he leaned his body onto his shoulder with a thump, with a hand on his forehead as he continued to lament. "...okay I think you're overdoing it now-" 

"...yeah you're right. But seriously give me attention or I'll steal your lifeforce-" 

He chuckled and nudged Germany's head gently with his shoulder, who whined and continued to lean on him. "Why did you stop though, are you really okay?" 

"Check the clock. It's 3pm, right?" He said, sitting up and folding his bandaged wings as tightly as he could against his back before the pain set in again. Russia stood up and peered out of his window to look at the huge clock tower at the center of town. The two metal arms were indeed pointing at said respective numbers.

"Demonic creatures are at their strongest at 3am, which you mortals call the Devil's hour," Germany explained, checking the sharp horns at the tips of his wings. "But we also have our weakest point at the other turn of the clock."

"Supposingly, now is the 'holiest' hour. Because some holy God's son died here on Earth at this time or something I don't know do I look like I read the bible to you-" Russia laughed, and walked back to him. Germany quickly climbed onto his lap as soon as he sat down and purred, wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing him lovingly.