Countryhumans || oneshots

🇷🇺Romeo and Juliet ⚠️⚠️🇩🇪

Warning: abuse and Nazi Germany (Third Reich)
Ship: east Germany x Russia
Word count: 1050

Russia knocked on the door softly in a special rhythm and then stood still waiting for an answer. He smiled as the door opened and a small male peaked through carefully.

When the shorter male saw Russia his face too tugged into a smile. "Russland," he said as he dragged the older country into the large house. As soon as the front door was closed he pressed his lips against the Slavic man.

He pulled away and smiled widely at the other showing off his sharp teeth. "You sure no one is home except you and me?" Russia asked concerned as he looked at Germany.

Germany nodded, "Father's on a meeting in Japan and took west with him," He said as he started walking over to his bedroom pulling down Russia onto his bed.

He pressed himself against the taller male and hummed softly by the feeling of Russia wrapping his arms around him. "So how is your family?" Germany asked as he played with the elder's hands.

"Well dad is a bit nervous with your father and my siblings are worried about him." He answered as he watched the younger shrink in shame of the mention of what his father does to other countries.

"I'm really sorry," He whispered as he pressed himself closer to Russia and intertwining their hands. "It's okay, it's not your fault," Russia said as he watched the Germans hands shake slightly.

Russia pulled Germany closer to him and pressed his lips softly against the others. They stayed like that for a while until they separated to look at each other. "When all of this is over we can go on a picnic by a beautiful lake," the Slavic man said as he gently caressed the other boy's face.

Germany's face engulfed in a smile as he looked at the taller country with his sharp teeth. "Ich liebe dich," He said as he softly pecked Russia's cheek.

They stayed like that for some time just sitting together, hands intertwined and being lovely. Soon the sun started to set and Russia had to leave.

"Be safe," Germany said as he pecked the Slavic country one last time on the lips before he waved the country goodbye and closed the door.

He sighed happily as he walked back further into the mansion, stopping by the kitchen to grab an apple.

But when he reached the kitchen he saw one of whom he feared the most, his father.

There he sat waiting for his son to walk into the kitchen to find him looking at him disgusted.

"So my son's a fag?" He said as he rose from the chair and slowly walking up to Germany. "No this isn't what it looks like vater!" The younger country desperately tried to explain to the terrifying man now standing in front of him.

He started to back up backward as his father took a step closer. "'Ich liebe dich'? I am not stupid I know what's been going on with you and the Communist son! You want me to send you to the camps with the Jews and Communists?" He threatened the trembling country in front of him.

Germany shook his head desperately, "No vater!" He said with a shaky voice as he tried to calm down. He winced in pain as his father took a grip on his hair and threw him against the wall.

Tears started to fall down his cheeks as he tried to keep his breathing even. "Please vater... stop..." He croaked out with difficulty.

Yet the older country only narrowed his eyes at him and kicked him right into the stomach making the smaller country Yelp out in pain.

The nazi continued to abuse his younger son as he yelled out horrible words and threats. Soon the younger country had passed out and the older left him.

•

Russia had been sleeping when suddenly a frantic Ukraine shaking him awake. "Брат! Брат! wake up!" He said in a slight panic and soon the older country woke up.

Russia sat up in the bed as he ruffled his bed hair softly and looked at his younger brother, "что?" he asked. "Германия is here," Ukraine said making Russia's eyes widen and shoot up.

"What!?" He asked as he stood up and almost ran towards the front door. He stopped abruptly as he saw the shorter male had already entered the rather large cottage he called home. Yet he let out a small gasp as he looked closely at his lover.

He ran up to the chair Germany who was sat in one of the leather chairs in front of the fireplace. His hand reached up to the smaller country's cheek as he saw the plain face he was displaying. "Who did this to you?" He asked as Germany let a tear fall down his soft cheek and wrapping his arms around the taller country.

Russia's heart broke as he could hear the choked up sob of the small country in his embrace. "H-he... knows..." He croaked out making the Slavic man freeze. "You mean he as in your father?" He asked and he pushed away from the hug as he felt the smaller country nod on his shoulder.

"He was the one who did this to you?" Russia asked as he trailed his eyes over the youngers bruised body. The German nodded his head as he awkwardly looked around the room and then freeze as he meets eyes with a very large and tall country.

He gulped loudly making Russia turn around confused and jumped slightly in surprise as he saw his father leaning against the wall. "папа You are scaring him," He said as he stood up and walked over to one of their cabins to get a medical kit.

"You know what I think about bringing other people here. Especially...нацисты," He grumbled as he watched his son clean up the wounds on the german boy. "He is not like him," Russia responded quite angrily as he wrapped bandages around the smaller boy's ribcage.

The older Slavic man sighed before saying, "He can stay for a few days," making the two smaller boys light up slightly and smile at each other.