I Hate Parties. {Rusger}

"R-Russia, wait you're d-drunk"

Chapter 6

" = speech
' = thoughts/thinking

[[ Small recap from chapter 4 so you don't have to click back to it ]] :

"I tried to ask you earlier but America kinda got in the way..there's this new café that opened up just down the street and I was wondering if you'd want to come with me?"
Germany asked with a smile.

"Uh no sorry I can't. But Canada said he's hosting another party at his house this Friday so I'll see you there?"
I. Fucking. Hate. Parties. What. Is. Actually. Wrong. With. Me.

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[[ Back to current day ]] :

Russia's point of view:

A heavy sigh left my lips as I forced myself to saunter up to the Canadians door. Deafening music could be heard and silhouettes of figures to the far side of the windows could be seen dancing. Just a moment ago I was at home panicking, regarding the outfit I should be clothed in. Ultimately I ended up just wearing my extremely stereotypical black Adidas tracksuit, signature grey ushanka and big coat. 'Whelp. Here goes nothing.'

I was snapped out of my thoughts when the large dark oak door in front of me swung open, disclosing a familiar face.

"Alright Mate!"
Australia said contentedly as he opened the door wide open in a welcoming manner.

"Drunk already I see?"
I said with a minuscule laugh as I walked past him and into the Canadians place of residence.

As I walked farther into the living room I took notice of the happenings around me. There were countries already passed out on the sofas, countries playing ping pong, a short but amusing unsteady conga line and just about every country was drinking , dancing and singing alongside the booming music that played all through the house. I made my way in the direction of the kitchen where the source of the alcohol was. Ireland and Italy were having a drinking tournament as France was pouring out drinks that were expeditiously taken and guzzled down by other countries.

In conclusion, every country is drinking as if another world war is about to commence tomorrow. But I was preoccupied searching for a precise country. Germany. After all, he's the purpose of why I came here. I ended up drinking some of the refreshments France had poured and before I knew it I was intoxicated and befuddled.

As I was at the point of taking another shot I felt a tug. I turned around to be greeted with the sight of Germany cutely tugging on the bottom of my coat.

"Russia! Sorry I'm late! Wanna head out to the balcony? It's too loud for me..."
Germany said with what looked to be a forced smile

Third Person POV:

Russia swung around and pulled Germany's hand as he pulled him out of the kitchen, through the living room, and out through the sliding door that led to the balcony. The same balcony from the last party.

"G-geez you're fast!"
Germany said as he caught his breath, panting heavily as beads of sweat began to form around his forehead.

"I never knew you could run so fas-"

((Some concerningly detailed iNnapRopRiAte toUching begins here so skip past if you're not comfortable reading))

But Germany's sentence was cut short by Russia's lips. He took a hold of the shorter man's face in his hands as he hungrily kissed him. Germany was shocked and dumbfounded at first before wrapping his arms around Russia's back and returning the kiss. The kiss in question was sloppy and haphazard as Russia was beyond drunk, but it continued nonetheless. Russia pushed Germany backwards at a leisurely pace until his back was pressed against the wooden banisters at the back of him. Russia bit Germany's bottom lip as Germany gasped upon feeling the pain.

Russia took this opportunity to intensify the kiss. Without warning, he thrusted his tongue a great distance into Germany's mouth as he lapped up every square inch. Germany's face curled up a little upon the sudden taste of alcohol but he couldn't restrain himself. He took great pleasure in every second of the Russians advances. He panted over and over again, releasing small moans as he desperately clutched onto Russia with urgency for more. Both of their minds were a mess as they grabbed at one another like animals in heat.

Russia pulled his mouth from Germany's, leaving a short lasting trail of mixed saliva from their hanging mouths.

"R-Russia, wait you're d-drunk you can't think straight!"
Germany said as he suddenly felt guilty over the fact he allowed the intimate interaction to happen when Russia was evidently no longer sober.

"Just because I'm drunk doesn't change the crush I still have on you. idiot."
Russia said with a hint of frustration in his tone.

Before Germany even got the possibility to respond, Russia pounced and latched onto his neck like an octopus. He licked and gently chewed on the Germans smooth yellow skin, leaving hickeys and deep red spots all over his neck as he savoured the taste. Germany panted and moaned as the feeling drove him insane. Russia kept one hand on Germany's face as he moved the other slowly up the Germans t-shirt. Germany shivered as he felt Russia's cold hand trail up his chest, rubbing his hips so slow and lovingly.

But then all of a sudden it stopped.

"R-Russia?"
Germany said.

The Russian had passed out on the smaller as he let his head rest on Germany's shoulder. Germany just giggled, his face still extremely red and heated from the sudden intimate moment they had just shared. Thankfully they weren't seen as every other country were too busy inside sacrificing their sober minds to the alcohol. Or, at least they thought. One country had witnessed the last few seconds of their interaction. And what he was going to do with this newfound information was unknowing.

"Holy shit...wait till they hear about this!"
America sniggered.

Authors note:

I. Am. So. Sorry. For. Not. Updating. In. Forever.
Thank you all much for 1k reads holy shit! Also I really love reading to comments you all leave the compliments, critique and opinions really encourage me to write more and sometimes bring ideas that I add into the story (: