Rusger Oneshots

Survivor

"...boo!" Germany whispered and reached out both hands to Russia's sides, making the taller man jump in surprise and turn around to face him, a smile brightening his face the second he saw him. He had such beautiful eyes, ice blue and reflecting the colourful neon pink lights of the city down below, while the night sky hung dark over them.

Germany laughed when his arms pulled him into his chest and held him close, stepping away from the edge of the roof as Russia grabbed his hand and twirled him around. Wind rushed through his hair and made the neatly styled locks messy, chilling his face and making him breathless.

Two firm hands held on to him again, pulling him to a stop and facing a handsome smile, a ruffled suit and a black tie. Germany smiled back giddily, still dizzy from spinning and hanging on to him for support. His back was pressed against the hard surface of a wall, two hands gently keeping him there as a pair of cool lips made contact with his own.

He hummed into the kiss, tilting his head so that they fitted together perfectly, slinging his own arms over Russia's shoulders and burying his fingers into the short-cropped white hair at the back of his head. The sounds of the party below them vibrated through the bricks of the wall, people dancing and singing along to the loud music pounding inside the building.

They broke apart, their breaths turning into faint mist in between them, and Russia cupped his cheek. Germany barely stole a glance at him before they were kissing again, a drizzle of light rain starting to fall from the skies.

It was just the two of them, escapees from the party America was hosting in Las Vegas, on the roof of a building, making out in the rain and in the shadows of night like a pair of love-drunk teens.

"I love you." Germany gasped between pants of air, fingers tangled in his white hair, soft and fluffy, like a cloud. Russia pulled back and smiled at him, he always looked so adorable when he smiled. He...he didn't remember why. He...Why didn't he remember why?

He could feel pressure on his cheek, where he was sure Russia was still holding. But he couldn't- he couldn't feel his skin. Or his warmth. He thought it was because of the cool weather, the rain. That was how he remembered it.

Germany's eyebrows furrowed as he pulled one of his arms off his shoulders, gripping his wrist. He still couldn't feel his skin. "Russ-?" Another smile, and his thumb gently rubbed against his cheekbone, that he remembered, that he could feel. He sighed in relief and relaxed into his touch, smiling at the sensation. All was right in the world, he probably just imagined it. He wanted to kiss him again.

The hand that was on his waist pulled away, leaving him, followed by the one caressing his cheek. He was standing alone by the dark brick wall, confused as his boyfriend walked away, back turned to him.

"Russia?"

His figure straightened at the name, like he was distracted. Germany felt the blood drank from his face when he turned around slowly, somehow still smiling softly at him, parts of his body breaking of in chips and pieces, falling, not again please not again please please-

"Russland!" He screamed and ran to him, watching him fall to his knees, cracked hand held up to his mouth like he was about to throw up and falling, faster and faster, pieces of him being pulled off by the rain until he was gone, gone gone gone washed away like he had never been there. The ground was too dark, too wet, he couldn't see anything, please there had to be something left it couldn't have been washed away please-

"What are you calling me for, Germany?" 

He snapped his head around and saw Russia again. No, stupid not the same mistake again. The person was leaning against the wall he was just standing at seconds ago, grinning at him with that cursed sickle and hammer in the middle of their flag. Soviet Russia.