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30 | short russia xaxaxa

🇩🇪: male
🇷🇺: male
fluff :3
requested by @EsperBear
AU where russki boi is s h o r t
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      "you know what i find absolutely hilarious?" germany asked suddenly, grinning nefariously at his best friend, who simply raised an eyebrow in response.

"what is it?" the other asked, shifting his gaze back to his fidgeting fingers. although neither his face nor his attitude showed it, the boy was nervous. mm, well, maybe that's not the right word. is it embarrassed? flustered? secretly madly and utterly in love?

no, no, he scolded himself internally. it wasn't any of those. it was more of all of them together.

       the thing was; russia really liked germany. the fatherland was one of the sweetest people he knew, always trying to help everyone in any way that he could, even though he could be a huge pain in the ass sometimes. this moment just happened to be one of which he was, in fact, unbearably annoying.

        "that despite the fact that russia is the biggest and probably one of the scariest countries in the world, your physical form is so small and cuddly~,"

"—shut it." the smaller warned.

germany just shrugged, chuckling to himself. russia would never admit it, but he was practically a teddy bear. any time one of them was upset they would go to each other and snuggle up (platonically, of course. no homo, none at all.) as they binged watched stupid movies and ate unhealthy snacks.

they would often find themselves in a situation where they fell asleep cuddled together, and russia would wake up to germany spooning him gently from behind, his nose buried in his shoulder. all he could do was blush furiously until the latter woke up and realized the awkward position they were in.

they always pretended nothing had happened, but russia had a sense that those weird feelings were mutual, that the tall country felt them too.

after all, that kind of situation wouldn't have continued to occur if the german didn't feel anything towards him in that way too, even if it was just a bit. either that, or that he was extremely oblivious, which honestly - the slav didn't doubt for a second that it was true.

don't get him wrong, germany had a brilliant mind and was unbelievably smart, just... not necessarily when it came to this type of thing, to put it nicely. but, russia had been trying to leave hints for the other that he liked him for quite a while now, and the guy still hadn't picked up on anything.

one of those hints being not fucking strangling him everytime he called him short.

seriously, he had no fucking clu how lucky he was that russia liked him that way. if he hadn't, then the larger would probably have been torn to pieces by now.

"russ," germany said, interuppting his train of thought.

"hmm, what?" the russian asked, looking up at his friend who was somehow still taller than him, even though they were both sitting down. that's so unfair, he thought bitterly, internally pouting to himself.

"you're adorable,"

"i— wait what?"

did he mean that? probably not, it was so out of the blue, with nothing he could think of to possibly prompt the statement. he shifted his gaze to the aryan's face, trying his very best not to roll his eyes when he saw the shit eating grin slapped on his (totally not handsome) face. "i hate you," russia snorted, pouncing on his friend.

he said, smirking, his voice slightly muffled by a hand covering his mouth, "mmhate you too,"

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plot? what plot? idk what youre talkin about
ihsnaindyvsu sorry this was kinda hard to write lmao
im sorry this is so rushed and short and bad ahhhhhhhh
i hope you liked it tho
ily and have an amazing rest of your day you absolutely spectacular people