Countryhumans Comfort Book! (one-shots)

°•An unlikely bond•°

(I just woke up it's 4AM, I love writing late-)

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"...Russia?..."

"...Germany...? What are you doing here?..." The Russian asked, looking back at the other, with puffy eyes.

"...I, um..."

"Wh-What are you doing here?" He changed the topic, holding his shoulder bag tighter.

"...Just...Chilling, I guess." He looked to the side, brows arched.

There was a brief silence.

"Why's he everywhere I go today?" Russia thought to himself, looking down to the side, brows furrowed.

"...Same." The other took a seat next to him, and got out his notebook.

After a little while of staring at the side, Russia finally spoke up.

"...Do you...Do you often stay at school at the end class?" He looked back at the other, who seemed to be doodling something in his notebook, hiding it.

"Umm, no, this is the first time..." the other replied, hiding his book against his chest.

"...Don't you have more important things to do?..." Russia asked, raising an eyebrow.

Germany's brows arched, as his pupils palpitated.

"Ran out of things to do..." He admitted, a weak smile on his face, then looked back at his notebook.

"...What about you?...Why are you here?" He asked, desperately needing to change the topic.

"...I do so every Tuesday, I try to on Fridays." Russia replied, looking in front of him, brows as straight as a line.

"God, why would he even care?..." He thought, brows gently furrowed.

"Why such random day?" Germany asked, raising an eyebrow.

"My mother isn't home on Tuesdays." Russia looked to the side, and rolled his eyes.

"That must be cool..." Germany admitted, staring at the ground with a sad smile.

"Not until she knocks on my bedroom door, drunk, as always..." The Russian also stared at the ground,  brows arched.

"Why am I telling him this?!" He scolded himself, his eye twitching.

"Oh..."

"Do you always avoid her?..." Germany curiously asked, eyes wide.

"The most I can." The other kept answering.

"Would you shut up and stop answering?!" He scolded himself once more, and face palmed.

"..."

He then looked back at the other, who just sat there, looking heartbroken.

His stomach dropped, as he remembered the countless times he found himself in Ger's situation.

Those times, for once, he didn't want to be alone.

He let out a long sigh.

"...Are you...feeling better?..." He asked, and assumed he'd say no.

"...A little, I guess, I don't know..." He gently covered his puffy eyes.

"I'm...I'm sorry about earlier...I-I'm assuming I was being annoying..." He admitted, his eyes as glassy as a crystal.

"Yes, you were" He thought, and was tempted to admit it.