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29 | flower crowns

🇩🇪: male
🇷🇺: male
fluff!!!
requested by @Russland :3
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   "oh shut up, you big doof," germany giggled, gripping tightly onto his lover's adidas sweatshirt. "mine is so much better," he teased.

      "hm," the latter chuckled quietly at the smaller's childish behaviour. "that's debatable," the german swatted at him playfully as he dramatically pouted. russia held up his unfinished wreath of flowers to germany's face, proving to him that his, in fact, was better, and more authentically constructed.

       "don't get cocky, babe," the short countryhuman said, raising an eyebrow as he grinned wickedly at his boyfriend. in reply, russia simply booped his nose with his, smirking when he noticed how the red of germany's flag became many shades redder.

      "try and stop me~,"

       the aryan sputtered, the furious blush on him spreading to the rest of his face. "you seductive little shit, you," he mumbled, burying his face in the taller's shoulder.

       "does this mean i win?" russia snickered, asking almost innocently. he flicked the flower crown that was nested on top of germany's hair, earning a lazy murmur of protest. "eh, of course it does, you couldn't possibly expect to defeat me with your generic little dandelions, hm?"

       all of a sudden , he found himself being tackled down to the prickly green grass of the broad meadow. "it most certainly does not," germany said, narrowing his eyes as he spat out the playfully venomous words, his arms pinning his taller boyfriend to the ground as a show of dominance.

    "siberian fawn lilies are much prettier, you can fight me," the slavic man said, his teasing smirk never once leaving his face. "almost as pretty as you~,"

       "russland!!"

      "whaaat, it's just the truth, you know you're adorable," russia giggled.

      "am not! and what's with you and all these pick-up lines today? we're already dating, you fucking dumbass," he said, refusing to out get up, leaving russia still pinned to the ground between his arms.

"what can i say? i am indeed a gentleman," he said, gazing into his lover's eyes before abruptly calling out; "and since i'm such a gentleman, i'll propose an offer, okay? don't get me wrong, you look amazing in everything, but, if you picked something that wasn't a literal weed you would have a higher chance at beating me."

"hey, i worked very hard on tieing these weeds together!!" he protested, starting to get back up to his knees so that his boyfriend could move.

"yeah, yeah. but listen to this; how about arnica flowers? ah? ahh? native to your country AND stunningly beautiful! i'd say that's perfect for your little natural tiara, don't you think?"

"mmm," germany grumbled incoherently. "we're in russia, i highly doubt there will be any german flowers here,"

russia surveyed the plain, searching and scanning for a sign of the colorful plants his little german liked so much. he frowned slightly when noticing that no, there were indeed none of those.

       "told you," the smaller huffed, resting his head back on russia's familiar shoulder, basking in the warmth and safety of his lover. he gently poked the slav with his one free arm, the one that wasn't currently tangled and laced with the other's. russia looked down at him gently.

       what a pretty thing, he couldn't help himself from thinking. the way his boyfriend leaned on him with so much trust and affection made his heart ache, that he, russia, a simple teen from a simple town with a simple life and a simple heart, somehow managed to get his hands on someone so beautiful, so stunningly beautiful and smart and caring and clever and wonderful, and dear goodness, did he mention beautiful?

       never would he have thought that he could get this far. never would he have thought that he would have even stand a chance with someone so simply extraordinary. yet here he was, with the said light of his life curled up beside him for protection as the young couple sat in silent content.

       however, as they say, nothing lasts forever, russia was about to prove that statement true as ever. he smirked wickedly as he looked down at his lover, hating to ruin the sight, but he just couldn't hold it in—

       "well, i guess that does mean i win~," he said, his face baring the teasing look stared down at him evilly.

        germany pouted visibly, his baby blue eyes narrowing in playful scorn. he mumbled something about "not fair," or whatever, but russia wasn't really listening. he was too busy laughing in victory, launching his fists in the air in all of his glory.

       finally, after a few more gleeful moments of his thriumph, he looked down to see his boyfriend looking into the distance, dramatically making a scene about how upset he was.

russia huffed, playing along in this act of very obviously overdramatic fanfiction-like scenerio. rolling his bright eyes, he rolled over to his side to tackle his pouty boyfriend into his arms. the pair ended up in a position where the slavic teen was on top of the aryan, his noze nuzzled comfortably into his neck, the smaller's back pressed into the surface of the flower filled meadow.

germany squeaked, gripping onto the taller's white hair before sighing deeply and pecking him on the forehead.

"i love you," he murmured, almost too quiet for him to hear.

but he heard.

germany, germany loved him? no, that can't be. they had only been dating for around 8 months and—, russia's train of thought was interuppted when he saw the latter's eyes.

"i....i love you too,"

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jnhctegsuhbs im so sorry idek what this is-
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