Rusger Oneshots

Family Gathering

December has begun and so has the holiday season

Presenting, the Soviet children plus Germany, what chaos will they be getting up to.

Their family includes Germany because he is West and East combined, and they liked East. They like Germany as a whole after the reunification too he's not half bad for a Central European country.

None of them are related to each other, and only Russia is genetically Soviet's son. They refer to each other as 'siblings' because that was how Soviet called them, and cause they lived together of course. These days they act more like a big friend group that went through hell together and stuck together to vibe.

I hope you'll enjoy reading!!

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"Россия здесь!!(1)"

His siblings cheered as he stepped into the house, the beginnings of a smile appearing on his face as he pried his boots off and set them on the rack along with 13 other pairs of shoes.

A group of his siblings waved at him from the low table where they sat in a circle playing cards. Armenia managed to break away from Ukraine's playful headlock and ran over to him, giving him a big hug. Russia smiled a little wider at the familiarity of having to protect him from Ukraine's bullying, just like in the past.

"Германия!!!" Moldova squealed loudly and shoved pass them to get to the shorter figure behind him, lifting Germany right off the ground in his excitement to hug him and jumping up and down in place. 

"You made it!!!" He exclaimed, finally putting him back down on the ground and allowing him to pick up the bags he dropped. "I thought you it was a 50/50 chance-" Germany said back in the same excited tone, shoving one luggage bag into his arms teasingly. Russia had turned around to watch them, smiling faintly before a loud voice turned all of their attention.

"What is with all the ruckus? If you want to catch up with one another at least come inside!" Belarus said authoritatively, one hand pressed against her hip. Her other arm was immobile in a sling and a cast. "Sorry Bela." All of them said in unison, quickly scrambling to get into the house and close the door behind them.

She continued glaring at them, particularly Russia, before breaking into a smile and extending her arm to give him a one-sided hug. He hugged back, not bothering to ask about her injury and letting Germany do it. 

"What happened to your arm?"

"Dislocated and fractured it when I was boxing. It was a training round, not a competition." Belarus said as she hugged him as tightly as her one arm could, which was already pretty strongly. Germany quickly patted her back to make her let go of him, gasping to replace the air that had been squeezed out of his lungs.

"No hug for me?" Moldova pretended to pout, eyes wide and bottom lip poking out, a mirror image of Ukraine when he was pouting. "I already gave you one. Now go help them get their bags to their room."

"Yes Bela." He signed loudly and trudged forward, Russia smugly holding out another bag for him to take.

"Haha, you have to help with the luggage-" Ukraine teased in a singsong voice, skipping pass with a glass of kompot in one hand. Moldova stuck his tongue out at his brother and partner in crime, climbing the stairs with both Russia and Germany in tow.

Belarus' mansion was big, enough for all of them to comfortably live in for the next couple of days before their Christmas in January. Of course, Russia and Germany shared a room, right next to a row of everyone else's rooms.