Rusger Oneshots

Substitutes

Hello Happy Late Easter to everyone who celebrates! I hope the long weekend was nice for all!

This is TWO short little segments from the Rusger Week prompt list, the substitute prompts, for if someone didn't have ideas for the main 7, there's other options :3

What I wrote is a tad cringe a tad funny only for myself... but I am free-

ESPECIALLY Fruit I wrote that segment in a daze of sleep deprivation and pure self-delight that's the Russia I know and love that only exists in my head!!

But Hair is- mostly thoughtful I think-

The Day 7 Beloved prompt is taking a while and I'm starting to dislike the original plot.. considering just rewrite OUGHH

Anyway I hope you enjoy reading!

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Fruit

Russia was very, very suspicious. Germany had gotten home from grocery shopping earlier, and he hadn't Once, asked for him help.

He had brought in all the bags himself, organized everything himself, and all without a single word of complaint. Germany never did the groceries by himself willingly, it always had to be a bonding activity between them. The only possible reason for him doing it himself, was that he was probably Hiding something.

Russia was currently moving like a predator, silent and deadly, having sneaked from their office room upstairs to the kitchen area. Trusting his instincts, knowing how and where to move to make sure he wasn't seen or heard.

It was a very delicate art, one that he delighted in and was very talented in. Traits that carried over from RSFSR, to Sasha, to today. Only varying in usage and purpose. Ice blue eyes glinted in the dim shadow behind the wall where he stood, surveying his surroundings before approaching.

Germany was at the kitchen sinks near the window still, cleaning up a fresh batch of green onions, cilantro and a new basil plant which he was carefully replanting into their own fertilized soil, spraying them methodically with a water mister. He had his back turned, and he was none the wiser of his presence.

Perfect time to strike. Something smelt fishy about Germany's silence, although- he noticed the plastic packaging for fillets sticking out of the trash can. Oh good- it was salmon. Good for making kulebyaka.

That wasn't what he was here for. Focus, Россия.

He continued on using his sense of smell. The stench of the store itself was all over everything, yes, but to a sensitive nose, everything had a distinct smell. Vegetables had a fresh, sometimes watery smell especially if they were fresh. Eggs were very specific, but fruit. He excelled in identifying fruit by smell.

Another quick glance at Germany proved that he hadn't noticed him yet. Russia crept closer towards the fridge, now in a risky, open field. He would have to move quickly. Germany was a very efficient organizer, and working by himself, all the groceries had already been packed away inside the big cold box.

He also had an annoying habit of rearranging the location of things at random times, Russia had started to suspect he did it to frustrate him and to limit the amount of thievery that occurred in their household.

(It is good enrichment to encourage foraging behaviours for food, providing crucial mental stimulation)

Anyways, Russia wasn't about the let that deter him. Another quick glance later, and he was setting both hands on the ledge of the fridge door, pulling with steady pressure, and once the magnets inside had loosened their forces, he switched to supporting the hinges of the door as it opened fully.