The title is the same one I used for my draft, and I'm too lazy to change it, welp XD
And since you are witnessing my draft title you might as well see what I wrote for draft summary too:
well yes, yes we will write this Russia you better be prepared to give Ger his love and beer-
jfk your love can wait ger just wants a damn beer-
Behold the excellence of my last two brain cells, giving me story ideas at 2 am XDXD
Bluebunny2017 made a version of their own too in their Junk Drawer book, you should definitely read that if you haven't!! Because technically mine and theirs are running off the same prompt idea-
Maybe comment on the difference you see in both of them it'll be fun to see them XD
Enjoy! :)
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Russia sat on the couch, smartly keeping quiet as Germany continued his rant, his German and English mixing together so much it was hard to understand him even with years of experience. The carpet was slowly wearing down from his pacing.
He checked his phone. 'He's been going on for half an hour now,' Probably time to get him to actually stop and take a break.
But he was surprised with Germany flopped down face first on his lap on his own accord, groaning pitifully. Russia's mouth lifted in a small grin and he dropped a hand on his back, getting another peep of sound.
"Are you done?"
"Nein." Came a soft growl, and Germany was pushing himself up again. "I know that with the situation it would be totally out of the question, but it's tradition-"
Russia sighed, and gathered the tired body in his arms and hugged him tightly, stopping him from going back to pacing and wearing himself out. Germany didn't seem to notice, but slowly relaxed into his chest as he talked on, gesturing with his words. The bigger country started to hum softly, resting his chin on his head.
"-there was so much we were going to do together this year and now we don't get to do them anymore Not to mention it'll impact the economy even more and I just-" He paused to take a deep breath, finally slumping down completely and hiding his face from the world in his boyfriend's shoulder.
Russia snickered and rubbed his arm in an act of comfort. "Calm down, everything will turn back to normal again. Hopefully." He added on with a slight shrug that made Germany laugh weakly, his voice muffled.
"We'll go next year, да? Then you can drag me along as much as you want and drink till you pass out. Again."
Germany groaned as Russia started to laugh, remembering their situation four years ago. It wasn't fun half-carrying a dead-to-the-world embodiment of the very country they were on through a rough crowd, especially if he was mainly a tourist that didn't have that sense of direction.
Lifting his head up from his temporary hiding spot, he glanced at Russia before sighing, touching his nose to the side of his jawline. Russia blushed slightly and hugged him again, gently playing with a lock of black hair between his fingers.
"I'm just...I don't know. Its just that Oktoberfest hasn't been canceled since...the war and..." He sighed again and looked down. Russia felt the mood change and turned to look at him concernedly. His eyes were down-cast and dimmed, suddenly devoid of any joy.
Continuing to play with the strands of his soft hair, he pulled him in for another comforting hug, resting his chin over his shoulder instead. Germany hugged him back and forced himself to relax, think of lighter thoughts instead of dwelling in the past. They separated and he gave his boyfriend a small grateful peck on the nose.
"Danke, Lebenslangerschicksalsschat." He grinned, before squeezing out of his embrace and standing up. Russia blushed again at the long German pet name, looking up at him as his boyfriend started talking excitedly again.
"I have a great idea. What if, we had celebrated in our own houses? We could call up Spaten-Franziskaner Bräu and maybe ask them for beer, and then order food online, which, probably wouldn't be authentic, unfortunately." He added sadly, but immediately brightened up again.
"But wouldn't that be fun? Imagine if all of Germany did that! Oktoberfest at home! Minus the real fun and games from the rides, though."
Russia raised an eyebrow as Germany slumped down on his lap again, all previous joy dissipated. He was honestly acting like a emotional teen, all ups and downs with his mood swings. Russia resorted to just patting his head, getting a weak glare.
"Umm..if it makes you feel better, I think that's a good idea...?" He cleared his throat sheepishly. Germany gave him another second of hard glaring before jumping up again, eyes bright with his excitement.
"We'll get at least a dozen crates, I'll call them right now-"
"Are you sure we need that much?" Russia exclaimed, already imagining how drunk Germany was going to get himself for the next two weeks. He could barely take care of usual drunk Germany, imagine Oktoberfest drunk Germany.
"I'm going to send some to Austria and maybe Czech, Brazil might want some too, because he kind of celebrates Oktoberfest too. But mainly, they will be for us." He grinned, already with his phone out of his pocket and typed quickly on the screen, holding it up to his ear.
Russia shook his head, bracing himself for the chaos Germany would be causing. "Can you even order the beer? I don't know, it's government property right??They have licenses and stuff-"
Germany took a deep breath, and turned back to look at him, a slowly widening grin on his face.
"Well, good thing I AM the government."
(Time skip. Treasure, Maria and Harold are back for a visit-)
(🐢 🐢 🐢)
(See Nightmares and Reality for context of how this adventure/crime trio came to be-)
Russia opened the door tiredly to see yet another delivery man on their doorstep. He looked down, waiting expectantly as the poor man stumbled over his words.
"Are you the food delivery guy?" He offered to help out. The man quickly nodded, still in shock to see a tall hulking man right in front of him without any warning. Russia sighed again, and looked at the huge bag the short man was carrying.
He took it, thanking him and paid with a extra tip, closing the door immediately after the whole bag and its heavy contents got into the house.
Just in time, Germany was going on with his rambling again back in the kitchen, and no one else needed to suffer with him. Russia grabbed the bag again and hauled it in, picking it up and setting it heavily on the counter.
"icH thik we need to see moree muzicals, lik deer eVan handsoem. Nonono vas was it it was deer evan handsoap. Handdesinfektionsmittel(1)??? Am vvry confhused noew-"
"-'s tha foOd?"
"Yes. And if you would just talk more sensibly like the normal Germany I know, we can eat right now." Russia sighed half-heartedly, turning to face the drunk country, whose face was so red that his flag could barely be seen.
Germany paused for a moment, looking dreamily up at him before sitting straight up on his chair, clasping his hands on the table and held his head high, like a gentleman. Even though his glasses were a mess perched on his face. "Okai?"
"Very much. Now quiet and eat." Russia grabbed the first takeout box out of the bag and dropped it in front of him, swiping away the half-empty stein of beer on the table. Germany didn't seemed to notice, focused on getting his hand eye coordination to open the box. He screeched in happiness as a mess of sauerkraut appeared before his eyes after he finally ripped a hole into the paper cartoon.
"MmFfFdaNKe-" Mumbling through a mouthful of the sour cabbage, he nearly leant too far over his chair and fell sideways, just in time for Russia to catch him with one hand as he sat down with another carton of pretzel bites with cheddar-mustard dipping sauce.
"Aww..." Germany giggled drunkenly again, finally choosing to pull off his glasses from his face so that they didn't get in the way. "Did you just fall *hic* for me~?"
Russia sighed and blushed, glancing at the very drunk country. "No, you were the one that did all the falling. Please just sit straight up-"
"Nu-uh ich cann't. I'm too gay fur datt-" Germany grinned. He was so smart, he should get drunk more often, he thought. He heard his boyfriend groan, and giggled again, reaching over the table and trying to grab hold of Russia's hand.
Russia smiled tiredly but still lovingly at him and grabbed his hand, pulling it up to his lips to kiss across his knuckles softly, getting more happy giggles from the drunk country.
"I- *hic* Ich liebe dich soo much-" He slurred, forgetting how to keep his languages separated. Russia sighed and brushed his thumb across the back of his hand again, getting ready for a day of having to take care of a drunk boyfriend.
"I know, I love you too, schatz~"
"Eiii!!!"
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