Rusger Oneshots

RusGer's Love Song

APPARENTLY THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR SOME TIME NOW-

IT WAS COMPLETED. BUT WAS JUST NEVER PUBLISHED?? IDK WHY??

I'm not gonna edit too much XD But ooohh I read it through and it was mmm-

Still pretty soft tho. Past me had some good stuff going- UwU

I hope you enjoy it?! >:'3

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Russia listened to the humming coming from the kitchen, half-heartedly scrolling through his phone. 

He loved listening to Germany hum, never letting him know he was actually presently listening though. Because due to prior experience, Germany would immediately stop and blush cutely. Not that he didn't like seeing him blush, but the humming was just sweet to hear.

Russia smirked as the humming got louder, a seemingly random song that he didn't know the lyrics to. A steady 'thuk' of the knife on the cutting board acted as the beat. He bet on his vodka that Germany was tapping his feet as well, smiling that cute little smile of his.

The humming changed, and suddenly it was very familiar. Russia sat straighter, turning his head to face the kitchen as he listened closely.

"Fremd und geheimnisvoll....Türme aus rotem Gold....Kalt wie das Eis..." The words drifted softly, he barely heard it, and it would have sounded like random gibberish if he had not known German. 

He bit his lip to stop from grinning, and slowly creeped up from his seat, set down his phone, and tiptoed into the kitchen to find the singer.

The kitchen was filled with other sounds and smells of dinner, like the oil sizzling on the pan and the cutting board still. But Germany's soft, discrete voice attracted him like a gopnik to vodka and semechki.  

"Doch wer dich wirklich kennt...Der weiß, ein Feuer brennt...In dir so heiß...."

Russia kept hidden, standing unobtrusively in the corner of the room and silently watched him from behind, trying hard to keep a smile off his face. His wonderful, amazing, talented, and most importantly workaholic boyfriend was indeed singing, bobbing his head along with the song while cutting a carrot. 

The moment the beat changed, Germany closed his eyes and loosed up, moving and swaying his body to the beat. He looked like he was really having fun, like an entire concert was singing with him instead of just the kitchenware. 

Russia couldn't help it, it was too adorable. He was too adorable. He didn't realise he said that out loud until Germany swiveled around promptly and stared at him like a deer in headlights. The fact that he still had a knife in his hand didn't make it any better.

"RUSSLAND!"

"Sorry!" Russia pleaded mercy, holding his hands up. Germany stared at him with another moment of unknown rage before breaking down, groaning and burying his face in his hands with embarrassment. 

"Oh gottt-" He mumbled.

"I'm sorry, люблю..." Russia said apologetically, going towards him with very cautious steps. "Please just...put...down the knife-" 

Germany glanced at the sharp weapon in his hand, his face red as a tomato. He tossed it into the sink and went back to hiding his face in his hands."I can't believe you just stOOD there and hear me sing that. How long were you there?!" He exclaimed angrily, trying to ignore the fact that his voice cracked at the end.