Your dose of fluffy gays, bon appétit :D
This author has no idea how fireplaces and chimneys work because we don't really have those in Asia, so I've never seen one work before. Warning: Inaccurate use of a fireplace during a thunderstorm
I was almost finished writing when it hit me that rain and fire don't mix well even though its in a house. But we don't care about that I was nearly finished and I wasn't about to scrap the entire oneshot for a small mistake-
So here I hope you enjoy reading!
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"We haven't done anything like this for a really long time." Russia stated softly, fingers continuing to fiddle around with his black hair.
"Mhm." Germany hummed as he leant back against his chest, not looking up from the book he was reading. His legs were crossed in the cradle of Russia's lap, warmed by the heat coming from the fireplace crackling merrily in front of them as heavy rain poured down outside the house.
Occasionally, Russia looked over his shoulder to read with him too, but quickly got lost in the sea of tiny words, and he could never keep up with Germany's speed. So instead he just played with his hair, twisting the longer locks as gently as possible and making tiny braids, smiling slightly to himself as he ruffled them back into normal again.
"You enjoying yourself?" Germany said out of the blue, tilting his head up to look at him. He laughed quietly when the hand in his hair tugged disapprovingly and nudged his head back to its original position.
"Focus on your book-" Russia grumbled, burying his fingers into the inky black fluffiness. Germany sighed happily as they massaged his scalp, thunder booming loudly outside. The rustling of paper pages, soft inhales and exhales in the warm air, just the two of them wrapped in the orange light from the fireplace, made him relax completely into his chest, lazily glancing through the words on the page.
They were in for a night of rain, with strong winds buffeting against the windows. Thunder rumbled ominously outside, and Russia plaited out another miniature braid with his black hair, tickling the nape of his neck with the end evilly just to watch him recoil away and complain as he lost focus, before finally letting it loose and repeating the process all over again.
A bright light flashed outside the window, and suddenly the fuse box made a loud 'click' noise before plunging them into darkness. Russia froze, until he heard the loudest bout of thunder ever since the rain started rumble through the sky, and the rain poured down even harder.
"Electricity's out?" Germany hummed, still flicking through his book. "Mhm. Lightning. I'll go check." He snapped back to normal, untangling his fingers from his hair gently before a hand grabbed his wrist, pulling him to a stop.
"It's fine, you don't have to. Just stay." His boyfriend said softly, adjusting his arm so that it wrapped around his shoulders, leaning back into Russia's chest once more.
"...are we going to sit here all night then, in the dark?" He started to smile, hugging Germany close and tracing shapes over the collar of his shirt with his finger comfortingly. "We have a whole fire here, and we don't have anywhere else to be." A quiet, playful answer drifted up, the sound of logs in the fire crackling accompanying it.
"We have to go to sleep, for the meeting tomorrow." His other hand came up to wrap around Germany's waist as well, searching for his smaller hand until their fingers met and intertwined together over his left thigh. "We could cuddle, and then try to sleep here."
"The heaters won't be working upstairs anyways." Germany added after a second, tilting his head up to kiss his jaw, peppering little innocent kisses down his neck. Russia gladly leant into the attention and let him brush his soft lips up and down.
The book Germany was reading was gently closed and slipped down onto the floor, as his hands became preoccupied with more interesting things, fondly carding through snow white hair and then cupping his cheek to pull him into a passionate kiss.
Russia's eyes fluttered close as he kissed back, nibbling on his bottom lip teasingly until they parted and allowed him to slip his tongue into his mouth, hands snaking around Germany's body protectively while the storm continued on outside.
"You okay?" Germany mumbled after they pulled apart, a hint of his accent slipping through as he curled up tighter in his lap. "Why wouldn't I be?" Russia answered, pressing another light kiss on his cheek. ice blue irises gleaming in his eyes, contrasting the warm light coming from the fire strongly. Germany shrugged and smiled softly, leaning in to recapture his lips again.
"Ich liebe dich." He whispered softly against them, gasping for breath and roaming his fingers over Russia's shirt, feeling deft muscle underneath it as he traveled over his shoulders and back. Russia gave his reply by kissing him again, cupping his face between his hands as he pushed his tongue into the warmth of his mouth and swirling gently, feeling him melt into the pleasure.
He slipped his hands down to Germany's neck, then his shoulders, carefully pressing him down until he was lying pinned underneath him on the soft rug they'd been sitting on. Russia pressed his lips against the crook of his neck, feeling his pulse flutter underneath them, giving it a soft kiss. "Is this okay?"
"Yeah." Germany sighed contently, eyes half-lidded as he gazed up at the ceiling, enjoying the sensation of Russia's tender touches, the soothing weight of his body pinning him down. It almost made him forget about the storm, the heavy dark angry clouds looming outside.
Russia placed one last kiss right over his collarbone, glancing down the rest of his gorgeous body. He lifted a hand to gently tug down the bottom of his shirt that had ridden up his torso, hiding away the golden skin underneath and resting his palm over his clothed waist. When he glanced up after, two gleaming honey golden eyes were staring at him, pitch black pupils dilated in their centers.
Their lips crashed together fluidly, fitting against each other like it was always meant to be. Russia's tongue swirled in his mouth, and Germany arched to get even closer to him, arms loose over the rug, letting him control the kiss. It was deep and passionate, overwhelmingly good, and he couldn't get enough of it, always chasing after his lips between each break for air.
Russia's forearms were pressed on the side of his head, his focus entirely on him, eyes closed and pale white lashes fanned out over his cheekbones as he kissed him over and over again, pouring every ounce of passionate he had into each.
Another bout of booming thunder jerked them into a standstill, making them slowly and reluctantly pull apart. Russia glanced outside, then pushed himself up to go close the curtains fully, blocking out the flashes of lighting. Germany watched him through half-lidded eyes, catching his breath, basking in the warmth of the fireplace.
A thick, soft blanket draped over him, followed by a gentle, reassuring kiss on his lips as another bout of thunder echoed through the house. He blinked sleepily, looking up at his boyfriend with shining golden eyes.
Two hands held on to Russia's arms and pulled until he laid back down beneath the blanket with him, and then pulled him into another heartfelt, deep kiss that made fire curl warmly in his chest. He wound himself around Germany again, arms around his waist and on his back, their legs tangled together.
"You're warm. Don't go." Germany hummed pleasantly, his voice slightly muffled as he turned over onto his side and buried his face into the crook of Russia's neck. The hand on his back rubbed comfortingly from his lower back to his neck, playing with wisps of black hair.
"Not for tonight." Russia mumbled with a faint smile, gazing down at the strands he was gently tugging at, then smoothing back down with the tips of his fingers. The rain was coming down harder than he'd anticipated, pelting the roof with heavy droplets loudly, deafening. He could barely hear his own thoughts over it.
But it was okay, they were okay, it was warm here and he felt Germany's rhythmic breaths on his neck, a steady inhale of 4 seconds, a 7 second hold, then a slow 8 second exhale through his nose that nuzzled ever closer. He eventually felt a constant, steady tapping on his side, right under his ribs, the same beat that the breathing against his neck was keeping at.
"Calm down." Germany murmured quietly, voiced laced with comfort and love as he continued to tap his fingers steadily. "It's okay." Lighting crackled in the sky right over the roof, and Russia could feel the second his breath hitched against his neck, completely still until the thunder rolled pass too.
He immediately turned to comfort as well, letting go of his waist and using his hand to cup Germany's cheek instead, pulling him away and giving him space to breath. Golden, cloudy eyes flickered up to look at him, darting left and right unseeingly until the sounds faded away, returning to the pitter-patter of rain.
They slowly cleared up and Germany relaxed in his embrace, golden irises softening as he stared into familiar, ice blue ones. The fireplace radiated heat, the arms around him offering protection, loose enough for him to escape if it became too much but also held him firm, warm and safe.
"I love you." He whispered again, the only words that came to mind as he curled tighter around Russia, smiling softly as he refocused on the present, the strong heartbeat coming from the chest pressed against his own, the hand on his cheek. "Russland."
The corners of Russia's mouth curled up slightly as he gently stroked across his cheekbone with his thumb, watching black lashes flutter close as he continued his affectionate touches, keeping away the sounds of rain and the sounds of memory that threatened to drown them under.
"Are you okay?" Germany asked again, eyes reopened as he traced tiny heart shapes over Russia's shirt with his finger, the honey golden glow flickering along with the flames in the fireplace. Russia hummed softly and let his fingers slip away from his cheek, resting his hand on the small of his back. "Terrified."
"Hah." A small voice laughed against his neck and scooted closer as another loud boom of thunder echoed through the house. "Got you to admit it first." Russia snorted to himself and lifted his hand to run through pitch black locks of hair again.
"I'm not the one hiding in his boyfriend's neck." He countered, smiling wider when he felt Germany relax even more from his touches. "It's comfortable here." Germany whined half-heartedly and nuzzled further into the shadows created by the curves of his neck.
Russia sighed and pressed his chin over the black mop of hair on top of his head, holding the smaller body in his arms protectively, ice blue eyes gazing at the everchanging flicker of the flames.
"You didn't expect such a big storm, did you." Germany mumbled softly against his neck. His fingers started drumming steadily against his hip again, a helpful way of keeping them both in the present. "No." He answered just as quietly. He'd triple checked the weather forecast and they were still caught off-guard by how big the thunderstorm could get.
Germany tugged on his boyfriend's shirt after a while of silence, golden irises dim from sleepiness but still alert enough to take in the beautiful sight in front of him. "I'm glad that you're able to admit that you're scared in front of me." He mumbled softly in German, eyes staring at the pair of lips he'd grown so familiar with, their weight and taste and how invigorating it felt to kiss them.
"Only for you." Russia replied in that same language, curling a lock of black hair around his finger before letting it slip back to its original position. Germany laughed quietly again, a smile lingering on his face and pink flushed over his cheekbones.
The hand playing with his hair gently caressed down the nape of his neck, rubbing his ear playfully and making him giggle from the ticklish sensation, squirming to get away. He grabbed on to his wrist and looked up, staring into soft blue eyes fondly. They were an entirely different world, a great ocean under ice and snow.
"We're just two scared little boys, huh." He whispered, eyes flickering away to stare at his red arm, fit with muscle, and yet so compliantly relaxed in his grasp right now. Russia hummed, sleepily gazing down at him, snuggly wrapped up in his share of the blanket.
His hands were one of Germany's favourites parts of him. His finger traced the lines of his palm lightly, turning it around to see the callouses on his knuckles, places were the skin had split and mended itself and split again. There were other nicks and scratches on the back of his hand, all healed. Clever fingers that could spin a pen so fast during boring meetings and could slowly shower him with so much affection, steady and ready to go into action at any moment.
Germany tilted his semi-limp arm in his hand again and smiled, thoughts full of Russia's moments. He liked his arms too, liked the way they felt hugging him tight, holding him warmly.
His thumb gently brushed down the inside of his wrist, over the crisscross of scars. All healed, the skin mended but forever dark, etched into his arm.
The fire was starting to burn lower now, the wood turning into black and glowing embers. Germany let go of Russia's arm with a last caress, intertwining their fingers and giving him a reassuring squeeze, golden irises sparkling under the low light as he smiled softly.
"Ты красивый." Russia murmured, voice low and smooth as he spoke in his native language. He watched as Germany's lips curved upward and he lifted their joined hands, keeping his golden eyes flirtatiously fixed on his own as he pressed a kiss to his calloused knuckles, cheeks adorably flushed from his compliment.
"I'm going to fix the fire-" Russia said quietly and pulled himself away, hiding the blush and the love-struck grin on his face as he stood up. Germany whined at the loss and slumped down on his side, gazing longingly at his retreating figure.
He grabbed a couple pieces of firewood and kneeled in front of the fire, putting them in gently and making sure they took hold. His white hair shifted and moved slightly in the warm air being wafted out from the flames, skin illuminated by that orange-yellow light, making him look almost ethereal.
"You're handsome." Russia had murmured earlier to him, voice so loving and genuine it made his heart clench with joy. When was the last time he'd looked at a mirror, he thought jokingly, still staring at his silhouette. He was handsome too, in a way that was captivating and yet reserved at the same time, like a prism that had to be angled right for the light to shine through. He had years to learn exactly how to look, how to marvel at parts that weren't easily as lovable too.
Germany beamed when he finally straightened up, satisfied with the rekindled fire. He reached out his hands towards him again as he walked back to their cuddling space on the rug, picking up a few pillows from the couch first.
The rug was comfortable enough, and with the pillows underneath their heads, they'd slept like this before. Russia slid right into the blanket again and smiled at him, a glint of white teeth in between his pinkish lips that Germany quickly rose up to kiss sweetly, surprising him.
"That was for leaving me~" Germany laughed with a bright grin as he took in wide ice blue eyes and the flabbergasted expression on his blushing face, laying down on his back again. "You're impossible-" Russia grumbled and turned to wrap his arms around him once more, pressing his forehead against Germany's temple.
"Oh really? I thought you said I was handsome earlier." He said in Russian, fluently teasing him. Ice blue eyes narrowed as he glared without any real malice behind them, the hands on his smaller waist dangerously edging towards ticklish territory. "I did. I could take it back."
"Don't be mean, I was going to say you were really handsome too." Germany grinned and tilted his head to look at him eye to eye, a soft look in those golden irises contrasting the silly wide grin on his face.
Russia started to smile again at the goofy overall expression on his face, eventually breaking out into quiet laughter too until Germany was wriggling around in his grasp trying to get him to stop. The thunderstorm had nearly been totally forgotten as they curled up around each other, smiling and kissing and talking about nothing important.
The last thing Russia remembered fully consciously was Germany's addictive soft lips pressed tenderly against his own, drawing out meaningly mumbles of affection from either of them until he finally whispered 'I love you' to him too, eyes open long enough to see the pink blush and soft smile form on his beautiful face before leaning in for another kiss.
He was half asleep, curled up warmly with Germany under the blanket and pillows supporting their heads, feeling smaller hands gliding up and down his torso, gently caressing over the fabric barrier of his shirt. He was too tired to do anything about it except pull him closer and trap him loosely, the bottom of his chin touching Germany's forehead as he mumbled groggily for him to stop moving and go to sleep.
Germany huffed playfully against him, but finally settled down and laid compliantly still, breathing slowing down until it was matched with Russia's. The last thing either of them remembered was how easily safe they felt in each other's presence, no matter the circumstances.
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You've changed.
Where did that little boy go?
So much hurt, what happened to you during all those years.
You're different, you've been hurt too.
What made you so scared.
I can't resist throwing in some angst too it's so much fun >:DD
Thank you for reading, I hope you have a great day/night!!