COFFEE AND COPPER || Russia x Germany Countryhumans

02• Chance Encounters and Contemplative Nights

[Narrator]

"Ack-"

Germany groaned as he stumbled back, causing the phone he was holding moments ago and the grocery bag he was carrying to fall from his hand. Quickly adjusting his glasses, he focused on the person he had bumped into.

He gazed up at the towering figure before him, a startling realization dawning upon him as the man stood over him. His eyes widened in astonishment as he took in the imposing stature of the individual who now loomed above him, a surreal scene playing out before his eyes. In a moment of disbelief, Germany observed as the tall man directed a fierce glare towards his now dirtied shirt, a look of dismay crossing his features as he assessed the situation.

"Ah, darn it! Now my shirt's dirty...HEY, YOU there! Do you have any idea how pricey this shirt is!?" The man's voice echoed in a high-pitched shout, the incongruity of the situation adding a touch of absurdity to the encounter.

Germany's drifted down to the stain on the man's shirt, a clear mark from the spilled cup of juice that now lay abandoned on the ground. As he shifted his gaze back to the man, Germany instinctively reached into his pocket and retrieved something.

"I'm really sorry-I didn't mean to bump into you!" The German's voice with genuine remorse as he hastily apologized, his words tinged with a hint of panic. With eyes squeezed shut, he awaited a reaction, his heart pounding in his chest as he braced himself for the consequences of his accidental collision. The weight of his apology hung in the air, a mix of regret and anxiety coloring his every word as he sought to make amends for the unintended mishap.

He extended his handkerchief from his pocket towards the tall man, his eyes remaining closed in a mix of curiosity and bewilderment. The unknown man swiftly snatched the handkerchief from Germany's outstretched hand and began vigorously rubbing it against his dirtied shirt.

"You owe me for this. You realize that, right?" The man's voice carried a hint of insistence as he continued to work on cleaning his shirt, his gaze fixed on Germany.

"W-what... How much does that shirt cost?" Germany's voice wavered with uncertainty as he tentatively opened his eyes, his fingers fumbling slightly as he retrieved his wallet and began to count the bills inside, preparing to hand them over to the man

The unknown man's gaze lingered on Germany, scrutinizing his trembling form with a curious intensity. After a moment of contemplation, he shifted his stance and spoke, his tone taking on a suggestive lilt.

"Hm... I've had a change of heart. How about you do me a favor instead?~" The man grinned, looking amused as he stopped cleaning his shirt and walked towards Germany with purposeful steps, showing his curiosity. Germany stopped counting his money and stared at the man confusingly, but just then, a realization struck him as he understood what the man had just said.

"U-um, sir, I-I'm not sure if I can fulfill any favors for you," Germany stammered, his voice betraying a mix of fear and uncertainty in the face of the unexpected request

Germany's heart raced with each hesitant step he took backward, his eyes widening with fear as he assessed the unsettling situation unfolding before him. The harsh reality that there was no one in sight to offer assistance only served to amplify his sense of vulnerability, leaving him feeling exposed and defenseless in the face of potential danger. The empty surroundings seemed to echo his racing heartbeat, heightening the tension of the moment.

As his mind raced with fearful thoughts, Germany couldn't shake off the nagging feeling of being utterly alone and unsupported. The silence around him felt deafening, emphasizing his solitude in the midst of uncertainty. In that whirlwind of unease, a flicker of hope sparked within him as he entertained the possibility that maybe, just maybe, someone would come to his aid in this critical moment of need.