Rusger Oneshots

Camping

HELLO I RETURN TO BRING YOU ALL A SUMMER SPECIAL ONESHOT! :DD

The boys go camping to fulfill a wishlist basically that's the whole story-

Surprise! This 8k long worded oneshot has a planned PART 2!! They actually Don't go camping completely here! The story was so long I decided I wanted to break it into two parts tehehe!

But hopefully you can be entertained by their dumb early-relationship antics as much as I was writing about it :33

With that I hope you enjoy reading!!

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January 1st, 2013

New Years Day nights were always one of champagne, insomnia and lots of fireworks. While the majority of his citizens partied through the night and celebrated the new year and its new opportunities, Germany mourned the sleep he won't be getting no matter how much he wanted it while nursing a flute of bubbly champagne.

It was different this year though. Because this year, he was pouring out champagne for two glasses, and was opening up a bottle of vodka alongside it. Russia held out his shot glass for a refill, and popped another blini with cream and caviar into his mouth before taking a swing of alcohol.

Both of them were seated at Germany's dining table, in his house in Berlin, with the curtains drawn and doors locked while fireworks banged and whistled horrendously outside, exploding in colourful bursts. Germany was paying extra focus on chewing his blini, the salty caviar popping in his mouth an additional distraction, while Russia looked like he was trying to drown out the sounds and air raid flashbacks with drinking. 

They'd been dating for years now, but actually, this was one of the few times they had been with each other's company on a New Years Day. Life as a Countryhuman was strange, such as being physically unable to sleep when it was a big holiday such as this, and the majority of people were energetic and celebrating. Oh, and deeply resisting the overuse of fireworks. On account of the trauma. 

Germany lifted his flute filled with vodka now to his lips, and immediately recoiled at the alcoholic burn, grimacing and sticking out his tongue. He was surprised to hear a quiet laugh, a gentle exhale, as the corner of Russia's mouth quirked upward, ice blue eyes staring at him.

"Are you never going to get used to vodka?" He murmured in English, his voice only slightly slurred, the tiniest slip of a Russian accent sneaking through. Honestly, the only other indicators that he was drunk was the warm flush of his cheeks and relaxed posture. Germany huffed, and poured champagne into his glass, needing the sweetness to wash out the acidic taste in his mouth. "Not unless they remove a sustainable amount of alcohol from it."

"Then it's not vodka anymore. Just, potato juice." Russia shrugged his shoulders, slathering another blini with sour cream. Germany paused, brows furrowed, and then couldn't help but grin. "Did you just make a joke?"

"Well, it's a fact-" Russia retorted, but then was cut short when Germany started full on laughing, with little 'hehehe's slipping out, his champagne sloshing around. And that was mesmerizing, all encompassing and easily the core source of his happiness for a few, important moments of his life. Russia smiled and popped the blini into his mouth, completely forgetting the caviar.

Another round of fireworks had started off outside, but now, Germany felt like he could hardly care. He sipped from his flute of champagne mixed with vodka, leaning his cheek against his hand. "So, do you have any new year resolutions?" He asked, entering a stage of drunkenness that had him casually flirty.