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germany was not a romantic.

he was just... intrigued, to say the least.

nothing about russia just made sense.

germany tried everything, he really did— friendliness, formal friendliness, countless trips, however diplomatic, into russian territory, and more. but alas, his efforts were to no avail.

the longer russia's mysteriousness lasted, the more restless it made the latter. soon, germany couldn't help but notice his gaze slipping to the man during UN meetings and the like. he noticed things he shouldn't; like how he bites the tip of his pens, or how his eyebrows get furrowed in such a weirdly specific way when he is focused, or how he sometimes runs his fingers through his hair as a makeshift comb but it always falls back onto his face, or how his unrevealing eyes gleam so subtley when he finds something amusing, — all things germany absolutely should not know, care about, and certainly not find attractive.

irony was poetic.

but of course, germany was not a romantic. heavens, no, he is not some schoolgirl from a television show; he is a professional, fully-grown, mature countryhuman, with duties to fulfill, and much higher moral responsibilities than a pining teenager.

russia wasn't a stranger, but he wasn't a friend. they used to be rather close, but they didn't really talk anymore outside of formal circumstances and professional environments.

he just wished russia was less completely closed off. his stoicness was impossible. or maybe he just wished he could talk to him properly. or that they could be friends. or that they could be—

no. germany stopped himself. shut up.

wishing for things was a waste of time. he had better things to do. like paperwork.

germany sighed softly, standing up from his desk to the coffee machine. watching the liquid pour into a plain mug, he scolded himself once more. bundesrepublik deutschland ist kein kleines Mädchen (the federal republic of germany is not a little girl), he repeated to himself in his head. bundesrepublik deutschland ist kein kleines Mädchen, bundesrepublik deutschland ist kein kleines Mädchen, bundesrepublik deutschla—

"hey,"

germany turned around, trying a little too hard not to reveal his surprise on his face. he turned his gaze upwards slowly, and towering over him, was russia. germany's heart did a flip against his will, and he had to repress the urge to squeak. russia was so pretty. his tired eyes were finally not filled with malice, the fatigued calmness somehow angelic. an unspoken yearning tugged at his chest, but he shook it off.

ach, scheiße. bundesrepublik deutschland ist eindeutig ein kleines Mädchen.
(ah, shit. bundesrepublik deutschland is totally a little girl.)

"uh," russia began again, somewhat awkwardly. "are you done with the coffee machine?"

oh. of course, germany rationally knew nothing crazy love story would happen. but a tiny bit of him hoped that maybe russia would confess to him that he was actually madly in love with him and then they'd make out.

jesus christ, he needs to stop watching so much american television.

germany shook his head. "sorry," he said, grabbing his now full coffee mug off of the machine. "i didn't take you as the kind of guy how drinks coffee." he said after a moment, poking fun at him, before remembering they weren't actually friends. shit. did he really just say that? that must have sounded so rude oh my goodness—

but germany was met with a chuckle instead. if his heart was flipping before, now it was doing a full gymnastics routine. russia's laugh, or rather his giggle, was so pure. he may be bias, but dear god that was the sweetest sound he had ever heard.

"normally not, but i have work to do," russia remarked, secretive but simultaneously somewhat light-heartedly.

germany hummed in response, sipping his coffee to mask his absolute adoration.

russia made a move toward the coffee machine, not really trying to start up another conversation. he seemed content with the silence, and so was germany, but he couldn't help himself when— "you know, you're surprisingly docile when you're tired,"

fuck. he did not just say that. two mistakes in a 1 minute conversations, get a grip germany. his eyes widened slightly, silently preparing for an aggressive counter. knowing russia's personality, it was not very unlikely.

"is that so?"

"yes," germany answered with pretend casualness, his anxiety elevating by the minute.

"smartass," he remarked light heartedly in response. "i hope it's not too obvious,"

"well, i noticed it, didn't i?"

russia rolled his eyes, amused. "that hardly counts, my dearest federal republic," he said with the smallest smirk resting on his handsome face. my dearest federal republic. germany had to restrain himself from kissing him right then and there before melting into a puddle of uwu. "because you are scarily perceptive."

he knows that? to be fair, it isn't really a secret, but the fact that russia remembered that? and thought to bring it up? he was squealing so hard on the inside, he was about to explode. if it were possible to keysmash in real life, he would be murdering his keyboard. russia knowing something about him, and even bothering to care about it was probably the best thing that had happened to him all week.

germany tsked playfully before walking back to his office with his probably blessed cup of coffee.

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russia checked his watch obsessively, desperate for the chance to finally go home and die. also, he had plans to binge all the shrek movies with serbia and ukraine. it was something to look forward to, which he was glad about; that wasn't something that happened too often.

the only problem was that there was a cute idiot coworker who was annoyingly not getting out of his head. he couldn't stop thinking about him - he was so fucking perfect and it was so fucking frustrating. he was a genius, he was friendly, he was attractive (which, with all honesty, is just a nice way of saying he likes his ass), and his sharpness was somehow so soft and his face was so kissable, so it really wasn't russia's fault for not being able to take his eyes off him.

but, russia was not a romantic. and germany was absolutely, not, in any way, his crush. that's what he kept telling himself, with the hopes that it would become the truth.

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