COUNTRYHUMANS ONESHOTS (COMPLETED)

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second part yee 

Germany's woke up in someone else's bed. He knew this because of the fluffy comforter he was wrapped in. Germany tried to move it, but a strong arm wrapped around his chest and arms prevented him from doing so. The arms flipped him over, making him face whoever they belonged to.

Russia.

That couldn't be right, Russia was dead. But still, Germany could see his red, white, and- wait. Germany couldn't see color because his soulmate was-

"Good morning, love," a soft yet deep accented voice said. Russia smiled at the smaller country.

"Wait, you're fucking dead," Germany said, confused. Russia sighed and hugged the country closer to his chest.

"Can we talk about this later? It's really hard to explain."

"I have all the time in the world," Germany bluntly said, pushing Russia away. The russian man's icy blue eyes flashed with hurt for a brief second.

Russia sighed again. "Oh, boy. So, when I died I woke up in a weird place. I got up and saw a lot of 'evil' countries. And apparently, I was in hell. So I worked on making a spell that kills your soulmate and brings them to hell so you could be here with me." Russia finished with a smile. Germany looked both shocked and confused for a moment, before relaxing into Russia's arms.

"This isn't so bad, actually," Germany muttered, his words muffled by Russia's chest. The russian clearly took this well, as he began to trace his fingers along Germany's

WAIT.

"Why are my wings here?" Germany asked, pulling away from Russia once more.

"I didn't know you even had wings," Russia said, still toying with the black feathers. Germany moved his wings up and down as if checking their legitimacy. After they successfully moved, Germany started... laughing. "Ger? Are you ok?"

"Russia," Germany turned to face the country. Tears flooded from his eyes even though he was smiling. "It's been so long since I've had these. I missed being whole." Germany broke down, crying into Russia's chest.

"Hey, it's ok."

"I missed you so much, you have no idea," the german said, wrapping his arms around the countries neck. He nestled his head in the crook of Russia's neck. "You better not die on me again."

"I won't," Russia soothed. He patted Germany's back until the country calmed down and wiped the tears from his face.

"So are we actually in hell?" Germany asked innocently, curling deeper into the covers.

"Yep," Russia replied, moving farther under the covers as well.

"Can we leave?"

"Nah."

AAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaa I'm making another sequel, this isn't over.