Bride to Be (Rusger)

-6-

"Found you!"

The child scream as he tried to run away but was picked up by the seeker.

"You're not running away, Mister!"

Germany laughed as the child he held high laughed and screamed. He placed him down gently. "Alright, i think that should be all of you. I'm getting tired playing hide and seek," Germany said as he sighed. The children around him whined and groaned, begging the man to play with them more.

"Looks like you'd be a good mother, wouldn't you?"

Germany looked behind him, at the entrance of the mansion. Him and the children stared as the two figures stood in front of the closed doors. "I didn't think you'd come to see me," Germany said and hugged the man that nearly ran to him. "Nonesense! I could never leave you here without seeing you at least five times!" The man said as he hugged tightly.

"Lyamora, who are they?" Georgia asked as she pulled lightly on Germany's dress. Germany and the man let go of the hug and Germany looked down to the child and her siblings.

"These are my... grandparents. Mr. France and Mrs. UK. Come greet them, they're your grandparents in law as well," Germany said and moved aside to let the other children run over to the couple. They all tried to greet each other at the same time. The man found it cute while his wife didn't enjoy the presence of children.

"These are your grandparents?"

Germany looked back to see Russia approaching him slowly. Germany nodded. "They're nice, go say hello," Germany said. Russia waved at the pair that made their way across the children to the two engaged pair.

"Nice to meet my soon to be son in law. I'm France, this is my wife, UK,"  France said and shook Russia's hand. "Evening," UK said afterwards. "I hope you take good care of her and that we won't have to use drastic measures against you," France joked. Russia laughed nervously while Germany laughed genuinely. "'We'?" UK questioned monotonously. "Sorry, I mean me alone but that should be enough to hunt your head down," France corrected.

Russia questioned himself if that was suppose to be a joke or not. "Do you want us to show you around? Or you're just here to check on me?" Germany asked. "You ask him, he was the one who insisted we come here in the first place," UK scoffed. "Don't be like that, sucre. I just wanted to have a little chat with you both! Catch up on what you two have been up to," France replied. "Making sure you two didn't get under the sheets before marriage because its a sin," UK added. "That too!"

"...You'll have to be more specific with, 'getting under the sheets', UK," Germany said. "You don't call her grandma or something?" Russia whispered. "She and I prefer not to," Germany replied.

Germany and Russia sat next to each other across the two other couple. A tea set on the coffee table separating the two couples. "How have they treated you so far, Lyamora?" France asked. "Going great so far. The children have been very sweet, the older siblings make me feel at him as well. Russia's been nice too!" Germany replied.

"What about you, Russia? How has our grands... granddaughter been like?" France asked. "She's very lovely. She's nice to the others and me and she tells me about her father from time to time," Russia replied. "Oh? Like what?" UK asked, suddenly getting her attention. "Nothing bad, really. She spoke about how he really likes art and that he's very supportive about her choice with the piano. And that he may be... an idiot sometimes," Russia answered.

Germany punched him lightly, "Only sometimes!" France laughed while UK continues looking stern. "Yes, he is isn't he?" France chuckled. "He got that from you," UK stated. She suddenly stood up, making France slowly stop laughing and everyone looked at her.

"May I have a word, Lyamora?"

"How could you have slipped that out! He's not your father here! You are Lyamora! Daughter of the United States of America!" UK scolded. "Its not like it matters! So what if I say he does like art? No one would know!" Germany protested. His ear was pinched and pulled harshly as UK pulled him lower. He winced as it was the scarred ear with parts of it lost. The one that was physically sensitive.

"Do not talk back to me, Lyamora," UK scowled. "UK, let go! It hurts!" Germany demanded as the nails started piercing the skin. "You're nothing. You wouldn't be here having the time of your life it weren't for us. You should be grateful and take this seriously," UK commented and finally let his ear go. Germany quickly took a step back and covered his ear with his hand, he felt liquid on it.

"Good day to you, Lyamora," UK said and left the hallway to the room Russia and France was in. Germany couldn't help but feel so frustrated and angry. He stormed away, not bothering to go back to the others.

Russia opened the door and closed it softly. He saw his fiancee on the floor, his back facing the door. His hand underneath the layer of hair where his ear should be. "Lyamora, I've told you about getting on the bed," Russia said and walked closer to his soon to be bride on the floor.

"Leave me alone, Russia," Germany ordered, not even looking at him. "At least get on the bed," Russia complained and kneeled next to Germany. "Can't you see I'm not in the mood?" Germany stated and looked up to Russia. "Yes, and I know being on the bed could make you feel better," Russia replied.

Germany hastily stood up and sat on the bed, still looking upset. "Did something happen to your ear?" Russia asked and sat next to him. "...It's just a little scratch..." Germany answered. "Let me see," Russia asked trying to get a better look but Germany looked away. "No, it's... ugly..." Germany mumbled.

"I won't laugh. Or judge," Russia stated, think Germany just felt insecure. Germany shook his head, refusing the request. "Did your grandmother say something about it that made you insecure?" Russia asked. "Did she say it was too big? Too long? Like a little wittle bitty mouse?" Russia questioned, saying the last few words as if with a child. Germany giggled but still shook his head. "Russia, mice have small ears," Germany stated.

"Nuh uh, they have big ears, like elephants," Russia protested. "That's only in children books! Have you never seen a mouse before?" Germany asked. "I mean... I live in a mansion, Lyamora. Don't tell me you had mice problems back in your place," Russia replied. Germany laughed, and Russia joined in.

"You feel better?" Russia asked. Germany slowly stopped laughing and nodded with a smile. "You think i can patch your ear up for you?" Russia asked glancing at the hand that was covering the ear. "Yeah, I don't think it needs any patching up though. I'm pretty sure the bleeding stopped," Germany said and let his hand go. He looked to the side so Russia could have a better look.

"Did the granny do this?" Russia asked. Germany snickered at how Russia mentioned UK and nodded gently. "Well, you're right about the patching up being unnecessary, it's not that bad," Russia commented. He gave a small kiss on the ear and Germany quickly covered it and looked back at Russia in response.

"What was that for!?" Germany questioned, his face blushing. "Doesn't a kiss always helps a boo boo?" Russia said in a childish manner. "Dummkopf!" Germany exclaimed and punched him lightly while he only laughed in response.