🌻 rusger oneshots | countryhumans 🌻

28 | round and round

🇩🇪: male
🇷🇺: male
very very very very angst ùWú
(sorta) inspired by Emo_warrior365 !! <3
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     "russland, i-"

      "don't 'russland' me."

      germany bowed his head, sinking his body to the carpeted floor of their shared house. his hands trembled as his shoulders slumped, ashamed of himself. russia deserved so much better than him.

      there's an explanation. there always is.

       "i've given you everything, germany. i gave you the fucking world. i gave you everything i ever had; my protection, my patience, my trust, my heart, my love, and it all comes so this." the taller country scowled, his dark eyebrows furrowed in anger.

       no words to say. no words to speak out loud.

       "i'm so sorry, russlan- russia, i-i'm so so sorry," the german replied, his voice suddenly breaking as a new wave of emotions came over him. but he couldn't cry. not now. he wasn't the victim here, he wasn't supposed to be the one crying. after all, it was his boyfriend who was hurt, not him. he had every right to be angry, to hate him. "i'm t-trying russ, i swear, i-i'm trying,"

       i'm trying so hard.

       "save your tears." russia said bitterly, then burrowed his face in his hands. "i can't do this anymore, германия,"

     please,

      "can't we just talk it out—"

      don't let go yet.

      "no, germany, we can't fucking talk it out," the taller suddenly snapped, his gaze shifting back into the angry look it was only a few seconds ago. "has it ever occurred to you that i might not want to talk about it? has it ever occurred to you that i might be done reflecting upon my feelings and actions for you? have you ever thought about how i might feel about this, instead of only thinking about yourself? no, no you fucking haven't. you don't know how fucking hard it is for me to see you when you are broken, germany, you don't fucking know or even care about how hard it is for me to see you like that, and knowing that i can't fucking do anything to help you,"
     

        the sun revolves around you.

        "ru—" the shorter country began.

         but the world still spins

       "don't say anything. this isn't about you anymore. for once, this isn't about you,"

       round and round and round

       "i never meant to hurt you, i promise, i—"

         over and over and over

         ""SHUT UP" russia yelled. his broad chest went up and down at a rapid speed, hyperventilating, as if he were about to cry too. "shut up,"

         shut up.
         don't speak.
         no words to be said.

        "why are you saying these things?" the aryan asked, barely even whispering. his knees were tucked in close to his stomach as his nose buried itself there as well.