The boys do a lil dancy dancy today :DDD
FLUFF AT LAST
If you see the video attached above you can have a lil spoiler about what's to come HAHA
In celebration of the 4th anniversary of this book's existence, Thank you for all these years of support and love!! I wouldn't have gotten this far without you guys, I owe you everything!!
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Thank you for loving this ship as much as I do, and I hope you enjoy reading!!
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"I was thinking of going back to my place first." Russia said simply, closing the car door behind him once they were both settled into their seats, glancing over at his date.
"Okay, sure!" Germany replied chirpily, still bright and well-awake, sitting politely with his hands folded over his lap, his black tuxedo neatly pressed. Russia smiled softly at his prim behaviour and started the engine, pulling out of their parking spot near the restaurant they just had dinner in.
It was one of Moscow's rare clear days in the summer, the night sky a dark blue that was nearly black, lit by a faint shadow of the moon and glimpses of stars.
He would hope that the date had gone well, Germany had laughed and talked about his day, smiling at him like he was the only person in the room. Russia could listen to him talk, and watch his honey golden irises glimmer for hours.
The drive back to his house near the outskirts of Moscow was spent in comfortable silence, keeping to themselves, eyes on the window and on the road. Russia kept stealing glances at him, a little bubble of excitement building up the closer they got to his home, flicking the turn signal before swerving the car into the familiar lane.
"We're here." He announced as soon as they parked, hands betraying his excitement as he unbuckling his seatbelt fast. Germany giggled, following suit.
"I know." His cheeks were dusted pink underneath his red and gold flag colours, black hair rustling in the cold breath that rushed in when they both opened the door. His eyes peeked at him over the car roof, narrowing in playful suspicion.
"Are you planning something? You're acting... well-" Germany tried to say, melting into a smile again as Russia walked over to his side of the car, gesturing for him to follow.
Russia pursed his lips as he pulled out his keys for the door, cursing his own inability to stay passive until the exact moment, turning around to face Germany with his back to the unlocked door quickly.
"You'll find out. Now, close your eyes." He said, trying to keep his expression neutral to not reveal anything else. Germany raised his eyebrows in surprise, glancing behind him at the hard oak wood door. There was no sign of what could possibly be waiting for them inside.
With a playful huff, he smoothed his face clean of emotion, clearing his throat and dutifully closing his eyes. Russia stood there for a few more seconds, watching half to make sure he wasn't peeking, and half to admire the person he had in front of him right now, who he was dating and planning surprises for.
He silently swung the door open, reaching over to turn on the lights. Everything was already planned and prepared in the living room, but he still double-checked before walking over to the radio machine, sliding the cassette tape into the outlet and closing it.
Germany tilted his head curiously at the 'click', still standing outside the door patiently with his eyes closed. One last deep breath in, and Russia was ready, walking towards the middle of the room.
"Okay. You can look now."
Golden eyes fluttered open slowly, quickly widening once he noticed the interior of the living room, mouth open in awe. All the couches and chairs and tables had been pushed against the wall, leaving a huge space in the center of the room, surrounded by yellow fairy lights climbing all over the furniture and even on the walls, bathing everything in soft light.
A quiet 'beep' drew his attention away, noticing Russia standing by the cassette player, sliding his light coat off and tossing it onto the couch, leaving him just his tuxedo, pitch black as night and white button up underneath cutting through the dark edges starkly. When the first note of music hit the air, soft and piano-like, he immediately realized what was happening, a red blush rushing onto his face.
"May I have this dance?" Russia asked, holding out his right hand. Seeing Germany's flustered expression, silent and indescribable, he hesitated, drawing his fingers back into his palm. "Do you like it?"
Germany's mouth snapped shut, then opened again like a fish's as he realized the amount of effort that had gone to preparing this. "-W-wow!! This is just- so sudden and I-"
He blushed harder, fumbling as he closed the front door behind him, head still reeling. Everything was perfect and glowing and special, and it was for imperfect, dull and unspecial him. His hand reached forward to touch Russia's, fingertips brushing.
"It's wonderful." Germany whispered, looking around quickly one more time, smiling widely.
"Good." Russia answered just as softly, his relief hidden as he intertwined their fingers together, palms pressing against each other. The music swelled in the background, violins lulling and flutes trilling.
He helped Germany slide his jacket off his shoulders, who awkwardly shuffled out of the sleeves and went to set it gently on the couch before rushing back, taking his hand again. Russia smiled, blue eyes shimmering. "Shall we-?"
Germany stiffened, the look of child-like wonder in his eyes disappearing, seemingly shrinking into himself.
"What's wrong?"
"I-" Germany stuttered, ducking his head down to hide an embarrassed blush. "I'm not prepared."
Russia cocked his head to the left. "What do you mean?"
"I mean- if you'd said something I could've- I could've searched up how to actually dance, and- and the steps and the movements! But- I didn't. I'm not prepared and it's going to be bad because I can't dance-"
He stopped short after that blurted, rambling revelation, eyes flickering back up. Russia had taken his other hand, his palms were warm, and so much larger than his own. Germany stared at him as he guided him to rest his hand onto his shoulder, smiling tenderly at him.
"You don't have to prepare for anything, or everything. Just- follow my lead." He said, taking a step back, poised to dance. And against every panicked sense of logic within him, Germany followed, one foot moving forward.
Russia's hand reached down to hold his waist, drawing him closer, eyes the colour of a frozen ocean. They stepped in time with the music, pacing around in a uneven circle around the living room, letting the sounds of cellos and bassoons guide their movements.
A small smile ghosted over Russia's lips, pink and a little scarred. "You're doing great." He reassured gently. Germany wanted to kiss him, a tugged longing, eyes momentarily all focused on his face, his foot accidently overstepping and nearly making the both of them lose their delicate balance.
"S-Sorry!!" Germany yelped, blushing tomato red when he realized he'd stepped on Russia, jumping away.
Russia burst out laughing, quickly lifting their hands high, spinning the both of them, ending the dance at least with a flourish. The cassette tape paused, because whirling and switching to the next song, another soft lilting Romantic piece.
"That wasn't bad, right?" He grinned, both arms outstretched, pulling Germany into a quick hug.
A little giggle escaped the space between them, and Germany clamped a hand over his mouth to stifle the sound, shoulders trembling slightly.
"I stepped on your foot-!" He laughed, face still very red from embarrassment. Russia smiled a little wider, sharing his mirth until they both eventually calmed down, relaxing again and standing amongst the fairy lights and the music, the only two people in the room.
"Do you want to stay over for tonight?" Russia asked softly, looking into those honey golden eyes and the way the colour swirled around his pupils, face soft and handsome. Germany blushed again, lips spreading into a shy smile.
"I'd like that."
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"Ooh!!" Germany exclaimed, brightening up like midday sun at a familiar, jazzy tune starting to beat out of the radio, throwing his book down onto the table.
Russia startled from his relaxed half-sprawled position on the opposite couch, his vision lopsided as he watched his boyfriend leap up to his feet, sliding his glasses off his face as he laughed, hoping over to the radio and cranking the volume up high.
"Come on, Russ! Dance with me!" Germany laughed, arms swinging left and right to the music.
Russia scrambled to sit up, smoothing down his Adidas tracksuit and slowly recognizing the pop rock song. His boyfriend leapt over and starting dragging him all the way to his feet, grinning and giggling as they stumbled around the furniture, bopping his head energetically like he was a teen again.
"Don't you know this song?" He asked loudly over the blasting music, throwing his arms in the air like they were in a concert instead of their mundane living room. Russia laughed at his energy, slowing moving to the rhythm as well as it caught on.
"1980's Footloose?" Russia blurted out, glancing peculiarly at the radio, unable to shake the smile off his face. "Know the choreography?" Germany asked again between excited whoops, about ready to burst into song and dance at this point.
"Everyone knew the choreography." He grinned in reply, feeding off his energy, old memory of the retro dance footwork and the beats flooding back in.
Germany threw his head back as he laughed in joy, already dancing to his heart's content, clapping his hands once to the beat. Russia watched his golden eyes gleam, and followed suit without a care in the world.
"Been working so hard, I'm punching my card. Eight hours, for what? Oh, tell me what I got." Germany sung loudly, dancing around the furniture. He kicked his feet, smirking as he twirled on his heel, moving back towards Russia with an almost sultry sway in his hips, bursting out into delighted laughter.
"I gotten this feeling, That time's just holding me down. I'll hit the ceiling, Or else I'll tear up this town-!"
Russia grinned, propping his hands onto his hips and snapping his heels together, standing opposite Germany, ice blue eyes shimmering.
'Tonight I gotta cut loose, footloose. Kick off your Sunday shoes!' The radio blasted. They crossed each other, footwork muffled against the rugs on their floor. Tap-tap click cross and repeat. Twirl.
"Woo!!" Germany laughed, spinning around with a wide grin on his face, nearly tripping over his own feet as they repeated the dance in opposite directions.
Russia caught him by the crook of his elbow, smiling with him as they danced. Nothing like the traditional, uptight ballet dances he grew up with. This type of dancing was- fun. Carefree, allowing them to loosen up and just be them.
"Now shimmy!" Germany grinned, swinging his arms as he shuffled his feet across the floor, letting out another laugh. His eyes shone like gold in summertime sunshine.
"You're playing so cool, obeying every rule. Dig way down in your heart, you're burning, yearning for some- Somebody to tell you, that life ain't passing you by."
He was a great singer, Russia thought, feeling his heart race in his chest, unconsciously staring. Falling in love with him had never been a sudden, pummeling reaction, it'd been in bits and pieces, in song and laughter.
In the goofy moments, as they shuffled their feet, clapped their hands, and posed ridiculously, imitating the famous singers and celebrities of the time. That was mostly Germany, and he stuck his tongue out goofily, trying to get Russia to join him.
"Jack, get back, c'mon, before we crack-! Lose your blues, Everybody cut footloose!!"
His smaller hands grabbed his arms to stabilize briefly, golden eyes flickering up shining with joy and delight. They were both breathing hard, cheeks coloured pink, alive. Germany laughed, snapping his fingers to the beat, mischievously poking him in the sides.
"Everybody cut, everybody cut-" He sung teasingly, bopping his head to the beat still as he attempted to get in as many tickles as possible. Russia yelped, but still played along, he was utterly smitten with him, his best friend, his lover.
Germany's singing got cut off with a delighted screech, as Russia retaliated, mock-growling and grinning shark-like, hands grabbing him by the waist and lifting him up, twirling them around until their hair was wild, windswept and tussled.
"Russ!!" Germany laughed loudly, as the song ended on the radio, letting the magic that'd encompassed them fall back into mundane silence. Russia still held him by the waist, still felt his pounding heartbeat thumping through his fingertips. Golden eyes met frozen blue, staring into the gentle abyss within the soft gleaming glow of either pair.
"Hah, that was so much fun!" His boyfriend exclaimed, and threw his arms around his neck in a rush, pressing his body right up against his own.
Russia froze, for the briefest second. Then his arms were coming up as well, hugging Germany back just as tightly, holding him like he was the most precious person on the planet itself, burying his face into the crook of his shoulder as he continued to smile, goofy and full of emotion.
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Glowing morning sunlight streamed in from the window, shining onto the countertop where Germany was mixing together a bowl of batter, an assortment of other foods scattered around him in categorized disorder.
The bowl kept slipping out from his hand, making him huff both in amusement and frustration. On the other side of the kitchen, the coffee machine was already whirring away, cold butter was warming up on the dining table, and the radio chattered on beside him in soft German, the hosts greeting their listeners a happy Saturday morning.
"Oh come on..." Germany muttered to the slippery bowl, trying again to change his grip on it. Every second counted, and he just wanted to get this finished as fast as possible, putting all focus into forcing his spoon to whip the batter into the right consistency.
A soft series of footsteps entering the kitchen immediately made him freeze, shoulders slumping in disappointment. He tried not to sigh dramatically as two strong arms wrapped around his waist, leaning his head back into the warm shirtless body pressing up against him.
"Good morning." Russia greeted groggily, voice thick with sleep. "You ruined my plans, I was going to make you breakfast in bed." Germany said accusingly, unable to resist a small smile as he closed his eyes and basked in his heat before going back to stirring the batter, the bowl still stubbornly clattering around.
Russia made a noise of feigned innocence, pressing his chin comfortably on the top of Germany's head as he blearily watched him work. "You know, it'll help a lot more if you put a cloth underneath it." He murmured, reaching over and grabbing a kitchen towel before sliding it onto the counter.
There was a short pause, and then a begrudging grumble as Germany took his offer of help, finding the stirring to be much improved. "Thanks." He muttered, watching the batter easily turn into a pale yellow colour, flour, sugar, milk and eggs combining into a thick liquid.
"So, what's on the menu?" Russia asked, as the radio started playing a song that was vaguely familiar, he wasn't sure where he heard it before but it had a solid tempo. "Pancakes. American style ones."
Germany giggled as his boyfriend booed softly in protest. "Don't sulk. You like them well enough, I thought we could have something sweeter for breakfast today." He said, reaching one hand behind him to pat his hip comfortingly, walking the short distance over to the stove and setting a frying pan on top.
"I still prefer блины." Russia said, still sleepily clinging on to him. He watched Germany drop a piece of cut butter onto the pan, soft sizzling slowly filling up the peaceful quiet of the morning. The spoon hit the edge of the bowl with a clunk, scooping up some of the batter and pouring them into three round shapes into the hot pan.
Subconsciously, Germany started humming along to the song playing, grabbing the carton of blueberries from the side and popped it open while waiting for the pancakes to cook, selecting one at the very top and tilting his head.
"Want a blueberry?" He asked, holding it up. Russia made a small noise, opening his eyes and learning forward to carefully take the little round fruit from his fingers with his teeth, chewing slowly as he went back to dozing on top of his head.
Germany laughed to himself and reached over to grab the spatula, sliding it under one of the pancakes. A small smile clung to his lips absentmindedly as he flipped them over one by one, his other hand feeding Russia more blueberries.
"Do you know this song too?" He suddenly asked, giggling out loud as he realized that they were both humming along to it. "Mhm." Russia smiled, chewing on his mouthful of fruit and swaying his hips gently, getting Germany to laugh again and follow along, bumping the back of his head into his collarbone affectionately.
"Yeah you should know that I, got nothing left to lose, nothing I need to prove-" He sung softly, closing his eyes again as they swayed together, a grin spread across his face as he peeked up at Russia.
The morning sunlight shining through the window caught on his messy bed-hair locks and pale eyelashes, the white gleaming in an iridescent array of colours, outshining the flag colours on his face. A tiny smile tugged at the corners of his lips, ethereal and serene all in one beautiful moment.
Germany stared, the words of the song fading from his mouth as he did. They were barely doing anything, and yet this moment filled his heart so warmly like it was worth more than a dozen dates or hundreds of flowers. The arms around his waist had become associated with comfort and true love.
He loved being around him. He loved that Russia had become comfortable enough to let down his guard. He loved that he could hug him and kiss him as much as he wanted without ever feeling rejection.
In the end the pancakes nearly burnt, but luckily he'd noticed fast enough to scoop them up onto a plate, laughing the whole time. Russia volunteered to eat the half-charred pancakes, brushing his lips against the side of his head in his amusement, getting another cheerful giggle from a blushing Germany.
"I'll make you bacon." He said, pressing another blueberry into Russia's mouth to get a quick break from his kisses. At this rate they were going to go through half the carton without even starting breakfast yet. He scraped the rest of the pancake batter into three more circles on the pan, letting them bubble and sizzle.
"Deal." Russia grinned, teeth breaking into the skin of the blueberry coyly.
Germany smiled adoringly and turned around, being mindful of his spatula as he stood on his tiptoes to lean into a warm kiss, sweet with blueberry juice. The radio continued playing softly as they kissed, and if every morning could be like this, he wouldn't mind one bit.
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Do people actually like Footloose the song still? Is it still iconic? The umbrella academy scene is 100/10 though-
Now for some director's cut information you may have noticed but I will tell you anyway because I must hehe
Russia's outfit, most of the time, reflects his openness towards his surroundings and the person he's with. As the story progresses, throughout the years, we can see the shift from a uptight tuxedo, to his (Iconic?) Adidas tracksuit, to the point of shirtless, showing the change of his personality and behaviour to becoming comfortable and letting down his guard.
Thank you for listening to my talk I will now combust into flames(This southeast asian summer heat is ridiculous)
Everyone please remember to drink your water and keep hydrated, and stay in shady areas
Now presenting: The youtube videos to the other songs in this oneshot
Okay originally I didn't have an actual song for the first scene but then after I wrote it I remembered this song out of nowhere.
It doesn't fit the writing now and I was lazy to rewrite, but I will bet 10 bucks that they do dance to it at least a few times They were born in the 20th century and this song must've changed their brain chemistry somehow hah-
(Also the lyrics are very nice :D) (Yes I remembered it from the captain america movies)
Here's the third scene's song *wink wink* the lyrics *cOugh*
In other words I love it and it fits the early morning vibe I was going for :D
4 years of writing the relationship of these two mfs and I'm still insane about them, it's crazy. I want to study them under a microscope on why are they so good why do they Work like that-
Why is Countryhumans the fandom of all fandoms that captured me heart and soul idk, but yeah I won't have it any other way, because I met you guys, the best readers I could ever ask for!!!
So once again, thank you for reading!!! I hope you eat chocolate and feel the serotonin hit, I hope your summer drink is sweet and ice cold, and I hope you have a great day/night!!