(Warning: Sex work is brought up here. Don't like Don't read thank you :D)
A Demon and A Werewolf AU
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'Germany. Strange name, isn't it?'
'It was my past name.'
'Of course it was. Do you want to keep it? Most of us here change. This is a new chance at life, an eternal life. You are lucky to have been chosen.'
'...Germany is fine.'
'Very well. Germany the demon. Doesn't really flow off the tongue. You're free to change it whenever you like, if you wish. Just keep in mind most of the other demons will probably not care.'
'You'll get your work list when you've fully settled in. Most demons have about three to seven different jobs to perform. Take care to fulfill them. If you rise up the ranks, you might even get the chance to work directly under one of the big bosses around here.'
He started off small, never leaving Hell at all in the beginning, where he only helped delivering things and spreading information. He slowly got used to Hell, the place for the damnest of the damn. He lost all his memories the day he got picked, all except his name.
He learnt how to use his new leathery wings attached to his back, and soar in the seemingly endless hot air that counted as the 'sky' in Hell. Other than that, and the new red tail that flicked around him from behind, and the rest of his body that he could see, he didn't know what he looked like. There weren't any convenient mirrors in Hell, and when he touched his face, he couldn't really tell if there was anything new. Not like he remembered what he looked like in the past anyway.
Time passed unknowingly, but he got his work list soon enough. His professional roles as a demon to serve evil forever. He had four. Soul-collector, tempter, nightmare inducer, and incubus.
He was trained for them first, of course. But most of the knowledge was placed into his mind the day he was chosen. There were a series of nightmares that he was forced to learn and how to apply them to the human mind, gruesome work, but very effective, his trainer said, to bring in more damned souls into their gates.
Demons moved alone, to avoid getting caught or spotted in groups. He opened up a portal himself in a semi private corner he found, nearly blacking out from their exertion of it. He slipped through just in time though, and found himself in the middle of a forest. Right where he meant to be in.
Germany didn't realize how much he actually missed the living world. The fresh air, colors other than harsh, bright red and oranges and blacks, the smells and the feeling of grass underneath his hands and knees. An actual night sky above him. Everything felt different. It didn't feel necessary right, but it felt good. He remembered letting out a laugh, his first laugh since he could remember.
After that, he just worked. He learnt how to use the equipment, the ghost leash to capture souls, and how to plant not just nightmares, but sins and other temptations into the weak mind of a human. He relearned human things, the concept of time, community, food and drink in bits and pieces, forming new memories that could hopefully do his forgotten past justice.
His last duty as an Incubus took some time. For that one, he actually had to seek an active Incubus and follow him around until he was certain he could get the hang of it. It was flustering at first, but he was a quick learner even from spying from the shadows of a bedroom. In a 'month', he scored his first human. Young, inexperienced herself, she had no complaints.
Hell rewarded good assignments done, and incubus duties were particularly one of those. After another dozen scores, he was granted permission to have free-range between Hell and Earth, or any other realm he could think of for that matter, as long as all his jobs were done and at the same quality as now.
The strange thing about his incubus work was that he didn't really feel anything about them. They were all women, he gave each one pleasure and release, each one gave him a perfect report to submit to his uppers, but he didn't feel anything towards their intercourse. "You're dead, kid. Not feeling anything is the whole main point." One of his bosses laughed when he mentioned it.
He somehow knew that was different. He had experienced happiness, anger, curiosity. One split second of longing as he spotted a human mating pair for the first time, holding hands and smiling. So, why were no emotions coming to him when the women squirmed underneath him and cried out their husbands names or simply cried in pleasure? He didn't know.
That was before he was assigned to a male. He was a male too, how was he supposed to...bed him?
"Don't worry, I'll take care of you~"
'oh.'
The man was obviously experienced, pinning him down to the bed with ease as he touched him. He learnt so much more that night. And when the man entered him Germany saw actual stars. The new emotion, pleasure, was quickly becoming one of his favorites. He felt almost sad that he had to file that man in for Hell when he died. Having intercourse with another male wasn't the cause, plenty of other men got into Heaven. It was just that having it with a literal demon sort of seals the deal. Just like with the women.
After that, he found himself with more assignments with men in his incubus job. There were still women, he still did it perfectly well, but he truly experienced that range of pleasure and lust that all those humans seemed to enjoy so much when he was the one underneath the person.
Germany was panting, letting out all the right sounds as one of his many past targets pounded into him, sin flowing off them in waves. This was one of his favorite ones, he vaguely remembered in his subconscious. Right when he expected it to happen, the man on top of him stopped, still buried deep, and grinned down at him. He asked him to beg him to continue, Germany recalled. It looked extremely good on his report.
'Demon slut-'
His eyes came back into focus, confused. He was still in the same room, the same bed underneath him. The rock hard cock still inside him pressing right on his prostate, but not moving. Exactly the same as before.
'You think I don't know what you are? You're an incubus, you've probably slept with countless women and men,'
The voice continued, dark and evil and familiar. Germany looked left and right, trying to find it. A hand slapped his face, hard, and he gasped in surprise. Right, this was how the assignment played out at that time. He pushed aside the feeling of uneasiness from the voice and went back to playing out the rest of the scene, moaning loudly and whining for the man to move without begging just yet.
'You've robbed them of their virginity, their purity, you cursed them to eternity in Hell.'
He looked around more urgently now, confused at where the voice was coming from and why did it sound so familiar. He growled and tried to pull away from the man that was simply a part of his dreamland, but found that he was stuck tight. Germany got his breathing under control and shoved him again, feeling the imaginary cock brush against his prostate and sending a bout of pleasure up his spine.
A low chuckle started up, and the demon looked around, trying to find its source while not panicking at how familiar and ominous it was. He yelped in shock as hands closed around his neck, pinning him back down painfully against the bed. The chuckling grew into maniac laughter, and the demon clawed at the hands, trying to get them off when they choked him.
His chin was forced up, and Arthur's face grinned down at him. Germany screamed, he thrashed and did whatever he could to get him off him. 'Does your Russland know?' He asked with a tilt of his head, taking off one hand from his neck and slapping him across the face.
'Does your Russland know?' Arthur repeated, pulling out and slamming back hard into him. Germany choked out a half moan half scream as his body and mind was abused, his wings pinned down and useless behind him. 'Does he know when he's here, pretending to be human, you go around nights to bang people? DOES HE?'
The voice of the supposingly dead man echoed through the room, calling him a slut, a useless waste of space, a liar and a disgusting piece of filth. Germany was crying, again. He'd given up trying to use his claws, and was only gripping onto his wrists and he choked him, pathetically trying to make this nightmare stop.
'Does your Russland know-'
"NO!!" He finally screamed out. "HE DOESN'T. I NEVER TOLD HIM."
Arthur's face was pure enjoyment as he wept, broken. Germany didn't even notice when the thrusts started up again, and hot, thick seed spilled inside him. He continued sobbing even as the softening shaft pulled out of him, leaving him cold and empty, and the room faded away into darkness.
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He was curled up in a tight ball on the couch, tail flicking nervously around his frozen body, his limbs twitching occasionally. Germany suddenly gasped and opened his eyes, a sharp wheeze in his lungs as he choked on air, furiously trying to get his stiff body to move. His sharp claws accidentally ripped the couch, spilling white stuffing material all over the place.
Everything was blurry and numb. He slowly gathered his senses, finding the living room of Russia's house coming around him. The fireplace, the dull brown of wood, and the scent of the werewolf hanging faintly around every corner.
He coughed again, clearing his throat as he sat up shakily, pushing his body up with his bandaged hands. The holy water burns were still healing slowly, sending spikes of pain up his forearms whenever he touched anything.
'Does your Russland know?'
Germany let out an weak whimper and clamped his hands over his ears, breathing heavily as Arthur's voice continued to echo in his mind, laughing faintly. He was a demon, he could overcome this, he told himself. So why couldn't he stop shaking?
The afternoon sun shone outside the window, and he was all alone in the house. He couldn't stay here, his mind screamed. What was he doing here anyway. The human scents suddenly got too much, and he scrambled to his wobbling legs, his huge wings hitting his sides in their half-opened state, bound in strips of bandages. Everything hurt, but he didn't care, finding an open window and escaping as quickly as he could.
He slid down the walls, creeping through the empty alleys of the human village. Luckily, he didn't meet a single person until he reached the edge of the forest, running on his sore legs. Germany stood still to catch his breath, his whole body throbbing with pain. He turned back to stare at the village one more time, eyes locked on the house that he had stayed at for the past month.
He couldn't stay. He didn't belong. He was a demon, an incubus. Russia didn't deserve something like him, he deserved so much better. An actual person, someone that could actually love him. Germany bit back tears, but he turned away, sprinting into the foliage. He loved him, but it wasn't enough.
Reaching up a hand with claws extended, he cut through the white bandages on his wings and let them drop carelessly to the ground, leaping up a tree with mild difficulty and climbed. His wings ached, opening them fully send raw pain racing down his back.
Germany reached the top of the tree, and barely spent a second letting the sun shine over his skin before bracing himself and opening his wings, giving a firm flap while leaping off the branch. He would get away, far away, and regain more of his strength before attempting to open a portal back to Hell.
His left wing, the one that was significantly more injured, trembled and sent him tilting slightly to the side. He gritted his teeth and pushed it open again, gaining more height in the air, and then forced himself to use some of his power to shield himself from any living creature's sight. It was better than risking being seen in bright daylight.
He felt his wing tremble again, and forced it open. That was obviously a mistake as his already weak muscles contracted and the whole wing folded into itself, making him scream in pain. Germany twisted in the air and fell, barely having time to protect his head with his arms as he crashed through the treetops, knocking the wind out of him as he slammed into the ground, rolling once on the grass that cushioned his fall slightly.
His eyes were blown wide as he sprawled out on the forest floor, staring up at the open sky that he just fell out off. Germany tried to get up, but then hissed as his whole body screamed at him in agony. He didn't try to move after that, only slumping on his side in defeat as he breathed slowly, carefully curling into himself and staring into nothingness.
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Russia came back after the swordsmith shop had closed for the night, walking up to the door of his house in the darkness. There was no full moon yet, but the wolf's spirit inside him was awfully noisy today, growling and whining and making him lose his concentration more than once.
He tried to focus his thoughts on Germany, and wondered what was he doing. Hopefully not setting his house on fire again, he smiled faintly. The wolf spirit growled once more and urged him on to open the door.
'Fine, fine. If you're so excited to see him.'
Russia huffed and hoped that he didn't have to put out more fires again, and unlocked the door. He opened it slowly and peeked it, sighing in relief as everything looked normal. He stepped inside fully and closed the door behind him, looking around while dropping all of his stuff by the door. No demon came up to him even when he struggled off his coat and took off his ushanka, running a hand through his messy hair.
"Germany?" He called out, his voice light and slightly cheerful. He looked around, and noticed white stuffing coming out of long, deep gashes in his new couch. "Damn it Germany...I just got that." Russia mumbled under his breath, staring at the obviously demon-made claw marks made into the material.
He continued trying to find him, coming back empty handed. The wolf's spirit growling got louder, and Russia felt a pull in his consciousness that made him stagger. It wanted control. He fought it for a bit, feeling a rush of panic about what it planned to do. It wasn't full moon yet.
'Find Demon. Now.'
Russia relented, but finally gave in. He tried to relax while it took control, and when he opened his eyes again the blue was briefly replaced by yellow before returning to normal again. He could see and hear better, but more importantly he could smell better. He had smelt the demon's scent before, like fresh ash and something more spicy, but now it was like the whole room was filled with it. Even then, it was faint, which meant he wasn't here for some time.
'Scared. Crying.' Russia sniffed cautiously and smelt the faint fear scent in the air. He moved forward, coming to the couch itself and then slowly following the scent. His heart sank when he was lead to an open window that dropped to a back alley.
'Find him.'
Russia nodded and ran back to grab his coat, folding it over his arm as he went back to the window and jumped out, determined to follow the scent trail. He didn't need the coat, but it was cold outside because of the lack of sun, and he knew how much the demon hated the cold. What was he doing out there, how long has he been outside of the house? Why did he leave?
The wolf's spirit made his running pace faster as well, allowing him to sprint faster than any normal human as he tracked down Germany through weaving alleys, and to the edge of the forest. How he managed to run so far while in his injured state was a mystery to him. Why was he running so far, while in his injured state.
He didn't stop too long to think about it, rushing into the forest and stumbling over tree roots laying over the ground, his human feet clumsy compared to a sure footed wolf, or even a demon. It was getting harder to track his scent, especially in the forest, where there were countless other scents. Russia clenched his teeth in worry and looked around, trying to see any sort of hint that might lead him to his demon.
Letting out a cry of frustration, he spun around in the same spot again, looking at the trees, hoping to see claw marks. "GERMANY!" Russia finally shouted out his name, counting on the forest to quieten his voice before they were heard by anything or anyone else. There was no response.
'Find him. He is in danger. Find him-'
"I'M TRYING." He snapped at himself, teeth bared as the wolf's spirit continued to whine and anxiously growl at him in his mind. His body felt like it was burning with fever, but he knew it was normal when the curse was very active in him. He decided he had to chance a direction, and started to run forward in a direction that still had some small amount of Germany's scent.
He felt his heart lift slightly when the scent got a little bit stronger, and ran faster. Instead, he found a pile of white strips littered on the ground. Russia kneeled down on one knee and touched one of them with shaky fingers, feeling the material. These were bandages. The wolf inside him growled as it picked up the demon's scent from them again, and tried to pull them forward. But Russia was frozen in shock, possibly even more fear. What exactly had happened?
'Hurry. hurry hurry hurry-'
He pushed himself up finally, and started to run again in the direction the wolf wanted to go. They rushed through the grounds, and then suddenly, into a brightly lit area that should have been in darkness. Russia looked around quickly, spotting broken branches and leaves scattered everywhere. When he looked up, he could see the night sky from here, an obvious gap in the tree leaves.
Russia could smell his scent strongly, and tried to follow it. There was also the scent of blood and even more fear. Russia cursed under his breath and walked around a nearby tree, leaving the light to search in the darkness, it would be more likely to find him somewhere he was unexposed.
He nearly walked pass one small shadow unknowingly, before he heard the tiniest breath of air and did a double take, scanning the area urgently. A demonic presence radiated strong here.
'Demon'
"Germany," Russia breathed out and scrambled toward him, dropping down in front of the curled up being, sitting with his back against a tree trunk and his legs pressed against his chest. His black wings were hanging around him uselessly. He waved his hand in front of his face, but didn't get a reaction from the demon at all.
"Germany?" He said louder, snapping his fingers and quickly unwrapping the coat from his arm while looking for any other injuries on his body. The bandages around his hands and chest was still intact, a bit brown-speckled with dirt but otherwise he looked fine. He could still smell blood. "Germany come on-"
Russia covered him with the coat and held it against his shoulders like a blanket, feeling the chill on his body through his hands. He looked at him in concern and cupped his cold cheek, lifting his face slightly to see dull, unseeing eyes. The flames that curled around his pupils to form his beautiful, everchanging irises were dim, his face emotionless.
Russia opened his mouth to speak again, but then he caught sight of his limp wings. "Is...is your wing bleeding?" He asked him while reaching out to his left wing first, seeing the leathery skin covered with little scrapes everywhere along with the still healing holy wounds and other previous injuries. Some of them had reopened and were gathering with blood as well.
"Don't-" Germany finally spoke up monotonously when the tips of his fingers brushed his wing. He didn't even look at him, and only raised a tired hand to push away Russia's hand on his face. The human looked hurt by this, but he didn't have the energy to do anything about it, and kept staring at the same point of air he had been mindlessly looking at for the past few hours.
"Baby this isn't like you. Why did you leave the house?" Russia asked him, becoming even more frantic as he went back to staring at nothing. "Answer me, please. What's wrong?"
"Go away."
Russia felt his heart clip, and stared at him in disbelief. "Go away." Germany repeated, weakly pushing away the other warm hand on his shoulder and letting it fall.
"Германия-" The human said, moving closer until his face was right in front of him and he kneeled down, putting his hands on him again gently. "Look at me. Tell me what happened-" He pleaded, feeling his heart ache even more looking at his beloved being so lifeless when usually, he was bright and active, like a little flame. His little Hellfire flame.
"Leave me alone. Go back to the village." Germany said, and tried again to push his hands away from his shoulders. Russia was prepared this time, and evaded him easily. "No, not until you tell me what's going on, and you coming back home with me-" He said firmly. The demon let out a bitter laugh and pushed him away harder, his voice slightly wobbly despite the still lack of emotion in it.
"That's not home, Russia. My home is Hell, it's where I belong."
Russia stared at him, keeping both a firm and yet gentle grip on his shoulders. "Ger, if that's what you want, to go back to Hell, that's fine. I won't stop you. But you're injured, and I thought it was better for you to rest and heal up first before going back, you told me that would be better too, remember?"
"Not what I meant." The demon cut in quickly, and started to get up, his wings trembling as he used them for balance. Russia stood up as well, reaching out to help him. He stood up without his help, standing with his back straight, showing no signs of pain.
"I will go back after I've healed. Then, we should never see each other again." He stated evenly, looking intently at a tree and focusing on one of its leaves, ignoring Russia's wide ice blue eyes.
"...w-what?"
"This is a mistake, it nearly costed me my entire life I built up for myself." Germany said. "It nearly costed you your life." He added, and suddenly Russia saw the barest spark of emotion in his eyes as they darted back to look at him.
He walked in front of the demon, trying to see his face and recapture that emotion he saw, hiding deep inside him. What was he hiding behind? Germany turned away again, but he grabbed him back and held on, the wolf spirit growling softly in his mind.
"What are you talking about?!" He said, the anger in the edge of his voice making Germany feel slightly surprised. "I don't care about that, I- what suddenly made you want to leave?! Германия-" The human grabbed him with both hands and pulled him even closer, their chests nearly touching as he stared down at him with those ice blue eyes.
"I love you. I don't want you to go. I thought we had something special, with everything we've been through now,"
Germany froze, unable to move as Russia continued to rant, the unfeeling, emotionless mask slowly slipping away and chipping bit by bit as he noticed his human distress happening right in front of him through the slow gathering of tears in his eyes, the shaky voice. He could sense the werewolf curse inside him as well, painfully aware and trying to hold on to him.
He couldn't hold on. He had to let him go. Germany grabbed on tight to that thought and gritted his teeth, summoning his power and shoving him away. Russia's anger turned into shock as his hands burnt, and let go of the demon's shoulders in pain, vaguely registering stumbling backward when Germany's hands pushed him.
"There was nothing special about this, Russia." The demon snarled, making his heart ache in his chest. "I'm cursed, I don't belong in this realm. I'm a DEMON, I'm not, some maidenly human or even someone that can actually LOVE you. I-I don't even know what I am to you!"
Russia saw his eyes gleam with sadness. He was still there, his little Hellfire flame was burning underneath whatever he had dug up from his past. Russia gritted his teeth and quickly walked forward, pulling him into a tight hug and growled in pain as Germany's powers burnt him again. "W-What are you doing?! LET GO-"
"No."
"LET GO OF ME YOU'RE GOING TO GET HURT-"
"I don't care-" He hissed between his teeth as the burning sensation worsened, his healing ability working to heal himself quickly. "You're everything to me, please don't leave." Russia said into his ear, struggling to hold on as Germany shoved and kicked, trying to get free.
"I have to," The demon sobbed, keeping his claws retracted as he dug his fingers into his hair and hugged him back for a split second before forcing more of his power to increase the burning of Hellfire on his body and finally making Russia let go with a pained grunt, both of them falling to the ground. Germany panted and wiped away the wetness in his eyes, staring at the injured human. He had no choice.
"I'm sorry-" He choked out, before standing up again, leaving Russia still catching his breath and holding his hands against the worse of the burns on his chest that were slowly healing themselves back to normal skin. "You deserve so much more, Russia, and I- I can't give that to you. I...I'm sorry. Thank you for the time we had together."
He swayed on his feet, his body was weakened again because of him using his power, letting him feel the full force of his wounds and his emotions. Tears streamed down his cheeks and he rubbed at them furiously, twisting around and preparing to leave once again, opening his throbbing wings painfully.
"Stop-" A harsh voice growled loudly, and arms wrapped around him again from behind, pinning his wings and the rest of his body to a firm chest. Germany screamed for him to let him go and thrashed furiously, panicking as he couldn't move, reminding him of his dream earlier.
Russia suddenly cried out from behind him and loosed his grip. Germany felt his knees buckle the moment he touched the ground, and collapsed, looking back in concern at the human. His eyes widened as he saw him clutching his cheek with both hands, blood gushing out between his fingers in thick pulses. "Russland?!"
The werewolf growled loudly, keeping the demon away, and gripped his cheek harder, eyes squeezed shut, breathing heavily as pain spread through his whole body, doubled over on his knees on the ground as the deep wound continued to bleed even as it healed slowly.
Germany froze as he realized what caused it, staring at the bloody horn at the tip of his right wing, trails of Russia's red blood dripping down the black leathery skin.
He hurt him.
"No...nono Russia I'm so sorry, I-I-I'm so-" He gasped in panic, then choked over his tears and covered his mouth with his hands, soaking the bandages with tears. He skittered backward and sat on the grass, eyes still fixed on the human's figure.
Neither of them said anything for a while, only Russia's heavy breathing and occasionally a soft sniffle from Germany filled the gap between the two. The forest went on around them, not bothered by the little skirmish between the two beings.
Russia let go of his face slowly as he felt skin coming back to cover up the healed muscle underneath, and breathed easier as the pain subsided. He didn't even see Germany's wing coming. He let out a sigh after the whole wound has altogether disappeared, as if it had never happened, and rolled over unto his back to lay down on the grass, staring tiredly at the trees.
"...I'm sorry." The demon whispered from wherever he sat nearby. Russia couldn't see him from here, and simply sighed, covering his face with his hands.
Germany slowly released his mouth and wiped his own face dry. He kept his wings pinned tight to his back, too upset to even look at them right now. They hurt in this position, but he couldn't bother. The right wing was still stained with his blood.
The silence was quickly being too much, and he breathed faster, stabbing his claws into the palms of his hands to focus on that instead. He should say something. But what to say? He shouldn't, he should just leave. But...did he actually want to?
"You don't deserve this." He blurted out the first thing that came to him, pulling his knees to his chest and crossing his arms over them. "You...you need someone stronger, someone that can match your strength, your bravery...your will."
"You're special, Russia. No other werewolf I've seen still maintains so much of their determination to keep living as much as you. I...I'm just a demon. I don't even know why-"
Germany growled and felt his eyes water again, digging his fingers into his hair in frustration and anger. "Why, why did you find me that night?! It- Everything changed for me that night. I thought it was wrong, I shouldn't have indulged you, because I knew everything would go to hell in the end. I'm a demon, till today I still don't know what you see in me!"
He took a shaky breath and felt a fresh tear slip down his face, squeezing his eyes closed. "I've cursed people, I've killed, I've sinned. I've damned countless people to Hell, for what?! Everything....everything's not right. I had four jobs, I should have just stuck to them, It was that simple. Follow the rules and follow orders. Collect the souls, curse their thoughts, make them suffer in their own mind, have sex with them, make them unholy and unclean in the eyes of the people and God. It doesn't matter if its through me, as long as they're sent to Hell in the end. Nothing...nothing's ever mattered about me. Because I'm just a demon-"
Hands closed around his wrists and pulled his hands away from his hair. Germany snapped his head up and stared blurrily at Russia's face right above him. He immediately tried to rip his hands away, but the human was much stronger than him. "Stop," His voice was soft. "Don't do this to yourself."
He looked up at his hands, and realized his claws were coated in a layer of blood, his own blood. His palms were still bleeding from their puncture wounds, and now his scalp was bleeding as well. He could heal. He'd been hurt by his own claws before. It's fine. Why did it hurt so much this time.
Russia watched his demon's face crumple into a silent, crying mess again, and he looked down, teardrops dripping onto the ground below. He carefully let go of one bone thin wrist and used his hand to support his frame, easing them both into a more comfortable sitting position. His black wings trembled behind him, twitching with his sobs.
When Germany had stopped crying, he gently put his fingers under his chin and tilted it up, their eyes meeting. It was straight in his human form, they were polar opposites. Ice blue and literal fire.
He slowly drew him closer, pressing his lips just barely against his. Warm and cool. Alive and dead. Germany was right about one thing, they weren't met to meet. Everything changed that one night he got too curious.
"And I wouldn't change it for the world." He whispered quietly to himself when they parted, opening his eyes to see Germany's still closed, dark lashes fanning over damp cheeks. "Beautiful..."
The fiery eyes opened and looked at him in confusion. "You. Germany, I wish you could see how exactly I see you, because what I see is everything." Russia laughed softly and rested his forehead against the demon's.
"I can't have someone that exactly then same as me, how would that work? We would fight all day and night long. If I met a person that could possibly be as stubborn as me, we wouldn't even be friends in the first place-"
"I don't need more of Me. I need someone else that can fill out the gaps in me, and make me complete."
Germany stared at him with wide eyes, tears slipping down his face. He pulled his mouth into a thin line, as if trying not to smile or laugh, and grabbed Russia's face between his hands. "Stupid." He whispered, kissing him on the lips lightly.
"Stupid. Idiot. Cheesy ass werewolf," He said each word in between more kisses. And then let go.
"I'm not that person, that someone." He said, letting his hands drop. "I'm not even A person, damn it. I'm a demon, an incubus. This...this is not what you want to use to fill your gaps."
"Is this what this is all about?" Russia mumbled softly, staring at him with those alluring blue eyes. Germany bit the inside of his cheek and looked away. "Why didn't you just tell me?"
"I-I didn't tell you because I was scared, okay?! I- I couldn't...I...nevermind-"
"No, continue." He said, a firmness in his voice. Germany felt his warm palm rest on his cheek, wiping away the tears lightly. "I can't. I don't want you to hate me." He reached up to put his own hand over Russia's, pulling it away.
"I could never hate you-" The human was quick to defend, but he shook his head, taking his hand and putting it over his chest.
"Wouldn't you hate me if I told you you aren't be my first? I wouldn't have any firsts with you, our first kiss wasn't my first, it wasn't the first time I've shared a bed with someone. Wouldn't you hate me if I can't promise you that...you wouldn't be my last either? Wouldn't you hate me if I don't even know whether what I feel for you is real or not, because I'm a demon that doesn't even have a beating heart to give?"
His chest was silent, there was no heartbeat. Only a dull coolness that showed that his heart stopped a long time ago. "Some people call demons inanimatum, Latin. It means soulless. Heartless." Germany said, with tears streaming down his face. Pathetic. He let go of Russia's hand and pressed the backs of his hands to his eyes.
"...I don't think that you're heartless."
"You're so full of life, and confidence. You're like no one I've ever met. You've given me everything, Германия."
Russia spoke calmly, gathering the stunned demon up in his arms and kissed him on the forehead.
"Thank you."
The demon choked out another soft sob and hugged him back as tightly as he could, burying his face into his shoulder. Russia smiled tearfully and held on to the nape of his neck, gently smoothing out his black wings.
"Just tell me you'll come back tonight. That would be enough." He murmured against his hair. Germany nodded slowly, moving his wings slightly from their stiff position.
"I-I promise...I'll tell you everything." Germany whispered as he pulled his face away, darting his eyes up to meet the human's for a brief second. The ice blue eyes softened, and Russia hugged him again firmly.
"I don't need you to promise me. I just want you to trust me enough...to tell me things on your own. Whenever you're ready."
He looked so surprised, he thought, and kissed his forehead again, holding him close to assure him that he wasn't dreaming. Germany's eyes were wide, red, amber, gold flames flickering with emotions. Glowing like twin campfires and casting shadows and highlights over his sharp features. Beautiful.
Russia wanted to say something, something romantic that confessed his love for the demon. There were no words to even describe what he was feeling right now, no words to describe Germany the way he saw him. So instead, he tilted his head and kissed him on the lips, closing his eyes and poured his heart and soul into the kiss.
He didn't ask him for anything, and let go after a few more seconds, breathing in tandem with the demon, sitting on the forest floor and letting the night surround them. Germany smiled contently for the first time in the day, knowing that he could be accepted and loved.
Love. That was a new emotion. It was quickly becoming one of his favorites.
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