Soviet and retch one-shots

Sunny mornings.

this was requested by Frost_Altium

warning! Mention of scars and blindness(kind of) 

Exsplist/NSFW

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Sunlight streamed into the couple's room from the open blinds, waking a particular blue-eyed Russian. the taller one sturred, slowly opening her eyes, being almost blinded by the bright room.

"uhh.." Soviet mumbled as she sat up from her place on the bed, stretching her muscles as she yawned, a few of her bones popping at the movement. She blinked a few times, then noticed the shorter German hugging her waist, still sleeping soundly. the Russian smiled, putting her hand in her wife's hair.

"Well hello милый," the Russian said softly, running her hands through the other's hair. Retich sturred under the other's touch, slowly opening her eyes to the bright room. She sat up and stretched, her bones popping in the process.

"well good morning Liebe," the German said laying back down and looking up at her wife.

"good morning love," the Russian responded, kissing Retichs cheek and then moving to get out of the bed the two shared.

However, the Russian was stopped by her arm being grabbed by the other, she looked back at her spouse in confusion.

"what is it love, I'm just going to get dressed." soviet said pointing to the closet absentmindedly.

"Mmmm...no, I just wanna lay here with you," the German said pulling her love back onto the bed with her.

"oh come on dear, this is the one day the kids aren't home and were off work, we could do something, and I have a few papers to finish anyway." The taller one said grabbing her eyepatch and going to put it on.

Her actions were cut short, however, by retich pulling the other onto her chest and putting a hand on her cheek.

"Don't." the German said, rubbing her fingers over the multiple scars on the other's left eye. "I love your eyes you know that."Soviet looked away a light pink blush spreading across her cheeks from the other's words.

"oh please, don't lie to me, I know it's an eye sore to look at," Soviet said putting her hand over her wife's.

"no, I think both your eyes are beautiful, the blue, and the white one." The shorter one said, continuing to rub her hand over the other's scars.

Soviet chuckled, leaning more into the other's touch.

"come on hun let's get up." the Russian said sitting up more and putting her hand out to her lover,

the german turned the other way, crossing her hands over her chest, pouting excessively.

"no, I want to cuddle," the German said putting her hand over her forehead dramatically. "I guess you just don't care about me."

"oh come on dear, you know that's not true," Soviet said wrapping her arms around her lover and snuggling her head into the other's neck.