Rusger Oneshots

Espresso

Hello surprisingly I am returning quite soon after the last oneshot! (I couldn't stay away and it is affecting my performance in school help-)

Just kidding, I finished one bout of assignments, had a little space to breath, and immediately wrote not one but TWO Oneshots for you guys Wahoo!!

Now I will be buried by another round of assignments... farewell...

This oneshot was one of the few that already had a draft, but I re-edited it and it is now ready for your viewing eyes!

I hope you enjoy reading!!

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Like usual mornings, Russia was first out of bed, rising with the dawn out of habit. On occasion, he might be persuaded to stay for longer and sleep, but he preferred activity, first thing in the morning.

His sport shoes hit the ground rhythmically as he jogged, glancing both ways between crossing the road, cars and bicycles zooming past. But the sidewalks were empty, allowing him to run freely.

The sky blazed orange as the sun slowly creeped up the horizon, fiery and promising a hot day ahead. Russia tried to enjoy the relative coolness of the early morning, his sleeveless hoodie loose around his body. Sweat gathered and evaporated near instantly across his skin, and the hard, rapid 'thump-thump-thump' of his heart was energizing, powering him through kilometer after kilometer.

His only limit was the boyfriend expecting him to return home, and the steadily increasing heat. Russia pulled himself to a stop once he'd crossed one of his self-appointed checkpoints, taking deep breaths as he swept his sweaty white hair away from his face, eyes squinting at the rising sun.

Summer was a dreaded season, especially in Western Europe. Brussels was expectedly no different. Russia was contemplating returning to Moscow, or preferably to a northern province where it would still snow in his territory as he took a short break from running. He pinched the front of his hoodie between his fingers to fan himself cool, the faint breeze making the tips of his hair flutter.

Birds twittered and chirped as they flew across the sky over his head, the sound of their wings flapping fading quickly. Bit by bit, the city was waking up around him, more and more cars piling up in the roads as people headed off to work.

Pushing himself into a jog again, settling back into a rhythm, Russia relished the sensation of running, of his lungs filling with air with certainty, legs carrying him back towards the direction he originally came from. He was in sync with his body, and he had total control over it. No one could take that away from him.

It took him about an hour before he got back to their neighborhood, making sure no eyes were on him between he finally ducked home, into all familiar surroundings. Russia paused to water the plants out in their garden as well, spraying the grass and the geranium pot with the hose. The little pink flowers were blossoming non-stop, and he'd often find a ring of fallen petals at the bottom of the pot every day.

The orange sunlight poured in after him as he let himself in through the front door, ice blue eyes looking around the living room. Russia smiled softly, settling on something as he went to set his shoes aside, closing the door as quietly as he bothered.

A lumpy figure completely bundled up in a knitted throw blanket was curled on the couch, and it definitely wasn't there when he'd left the house earlier. He walked over and lowered himself, brushing his hand along until he located a head underneath the soft fabric.

"Hey." Russia called out softly, starting to grin. The body underneath the knitted fabrics, an amber-orange colour that reminded him of maple syrup, shifted and wriggled around like a butterfly cocoon.