Rusger Oneshots

Our Names

Hello and welcome to the August 2025 Rusger prompt list!! And the 6th year anniversary of the Rusger Oneshots' creation!!

Here's to you watching me struggle to finish 7 more prompts in the upcoming year, and you're welcomed to join in and do a prompt or two as well depending on your fancy! 

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I hope you enjoy reading!!

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'Aleksander Ivanovich Petrov'

'Pyotr Borisovich Alexeyev'

'Anatoly Mikhailovich Lebedev'

'Mark Petrovovich Dostoevsky' 

'Aleksander Nikolaveich Lantsov' 

Shifting through Russia's wallet was like going through a mystery of disguises and uncanniness, a sense of uncovering a web of deception whenever Germany flipped open another identity document, all with a face of the man he loved printed on it, attached to a different name. 

Each one had slight differences to distinguish, the man named Pyotr was a brunette, and Mark had slicked-back hair and pierced ears. Miniscule changes to postures and tilt of the head, and they were a different person, but with just enough similarity to what Russia usually looked like that he would easily be passed-off.

Arched nose bridge, grey-blue eyes, dirty blond hair, fair neutral-toned skin. A strong jawline, handsome, a focused gleam in the eyes. Germany found himself smoothing his thumb in tiny circles over the small square of plastic as he stared lost in thought, blinking quickly and shuffled through all five cards, then evening them out on the table with a light tap.

The both of them were finishing up some last minute work in the middle of the night, settling files away and documenting budgets from their last trip to Washington D.C. Russia was crouched by the seating area of their study room, an array of different binders and paper folders spread out on the couch next to him, snow white hair messy and half-dry from his recent shower.

Germany felt a smile creep up his face, getting up from his large desk and turning off the lamp, feeling sleepy enough to go to bed at last. Russia seemed lost in his work, and his movement went unnoticed. He still clutched the five sets of identity documents in his hand, and quietly opened the first one on top to glance at the name, wanting to play a trick and get his attention at the same time.

"Anatoly." Germany called out, grinning playfully. No reaction for a long two seconds, then suddenly a slow glance up, confused and a little over it. "What." Russia answered in a deadpanned voice, accepting the name, unbothered by the casual use-and-throw of a normally significant thing.

"Let's go to bed." Germany said with a laugh. It was already near 2am, and neither of them had been getting enough sleep recently. Tomorrow, being a Saturday, meant that they could blessedly sleep in late.

Russia let out a hum, flicking through another sheet of paper on the ground near his knees before stretching out his arms over his head, stifling a yawn. "Hand those over-" He murmured, reaching for the five slips of IDs in his boyfriend's hand. Germany sighed and did as he asked, yawning himself before watching Russia pick up and open a navy blue document binder, flipping through the plastic sheaths.

Inside, were full of travel permits, passports, and even more ID cards. Forged birth certificates, for Pyotr, to Mark, to Aleksander. Everything looked authentic enough, some were actually given to Russia by his government, who encouraged this double, triple life he lived for their own benefit to spy and get into places they couldn't. But nothing in that file was real.