Oneshots

Fluffy RusPru

The year 1980 and the Russian held a trembling human in his arms, keeping him close to his chest, and stroking over his back.
Softly he kissed the man's forehead and made sure he was wrapped in blankets and had cuddly stuffed toys in his arms.
He stroked through the Albino's white hair and listened to his quiet sentences he presses out with a shaken, high-pitched voice, even though he does not know the language he was speaking, Russia listened to him and tried his best to understand.
Carefully he stood up from the chair and held the smaller person in his arms as he walked through one or another floor in the big house.
The man quietly leant to him, tightening the grip around the big stuffed toy he had and whispered something, barely audible.
As Russia opened a door carefully with his elbow and went into a room with a lot of fluffy stuff inside and sunflower images everywhere.
The Russian laid the shaken blanket-burrito on the bed, on which Prussia let out a squeak snd curled up quickly, whimpering and crying.
Russia started stroking through his hair again and sat down next to him on the bed on his knees and quietly let Prussia's head rest on his lap. Softly he kissed the younger one's forehead and caressed him gently.
He started to murmur a text with his soft and quiet voice. The text was in English and the Russian's voice grew clearer with the time.

,,You're alone.. you're on your own.. so what?
Have you gone blind..? Have you forgotten what you have and what is yours..?
Glass half empty, glass half full, well either way you won't be going thirsty..
Count your blessings not your flaws.
You've got it all.
You lost your mind in the sound..
There's so much more. You can reclaim your crown.. You're in control.
Rid of the monsters inside your head.. Put all your faults to bed..
You can be king again.

You don't get what all this is about..
You're too wrapped up in your self doubt,.
You've got that young blood, set it free..

You've got it all..You lost your mind in the sound..
There's so much more, you can reclaim your crown.
You're in control. Rid of the monsters inside your head. Put all your faults to bed..
You can be king again.."
The albino carefully looked up with teary eyes at him, still trembling but carefully cuddling nearer to him and mumbled something in a choking voice, not audible.
Ivan softly continued with the singtext after placing a kiss on the sad bean's forehead.

,,There's method in my madness.. There's no logic in your sadness..
You don't gain a single thing from misery..
I Take it from you..
You've got it all. You lost your mind in the sound.
There's so much more, you can reclaim your crown. You're in control, rid of the monsters inside your head. Put all your faults to bed. You can be king..

You've got it all. You lost your mind in the sound.
There's so much more, you can reclaim your crown. You're in control, rid of the monsters inside your head.. Put all your faults to bed..
You can be king again.."

His voice quietly goes silent and he watched Prussia cuddling to the stuffed toy and wrapped up and all the blankets. As he stroked over his back he discovered that he must've fallen asleep soon.
Ivan carefully let his head rest on his lap and continued stroking him, smiling happily.
and patted him gently.
And if someone wakes his precious, exhausted bean up the Gulag gets a new person.

Credit to me.
Song: You can be king again - Lauren Aquilina