It was freezing cold outside. Frost was covering the in the darkness now dark green lookin grass. Netherlands didn't really like to maw the lawn. The high grass tickled Germany on his knees and he instantly regretted wearing short pants. "Do you like partys like these?" Russia asked, obviously trying to start a conversation or at least to start some small talk with the other country.. "Not really-" Germany admitted, accepting the Russians request. "-I'm often scared that a tall dude will beat the life out of me." Russia let out a small noise sounding like a repressed laugh. "I am very sorry. I often can't think straight when I drink too much." He put his hands in the bags of his jacket. "Are you could?" Germany asked. He suddenly felt the cold sneak trough the thin fabric of his own Coat, reminding him that winter is dawning. "Oh No I am not. In my country it is pretty cold." He smiled. It was the first time Germany saw the russian man smiling. It looked better on his face than the serious look he had before. He seemed to like his country alot. Germany respected that. "Do you like partys?"-"I am not sure." Germany laughed confused about his answer. "You are not sure?"-"I often go celebrating when I need to get something off my head." The smaller male nooded. Alcohol and horny people can get your mind of things in a heartbeat. "I get that." They were standing silent for a while. "How did you know my name?" Germany looked up to the tall man besides him. "Oh I asked America. I thought they would send you to a hospital and I wanted to find you again to say sorry so-" Germany started laughing again. "Oh I thought you asked him because you thought I am cute or some other cheesy reason." Russia swiped a hair strain out of his face. "I would feel pretty gay if I would do that." They both laughed. Behind them they could hear a glass fall down on the kitchenfloor. They both turned around staring at the house. "I bet you five Dollars that was Qatar." Russia said, keeping his eyes on the kitchen window. "Well, I bet you ten Dollars that was France." Germany replied, smirking. "Deal"-"Deal."
"Jo I thought you would tryna get fucked." Germany almost choked on his cornflakes. After the eventful night America invited Germany over and of course he had to see the german man disappear in the garden with Russia. One thing that the German man hated about America is that he always knew everything. Germany coughed caught off guard. "Who would have sex in a garden?" America smirked and Germany starred at him for a while. He knew exactly what this face meant. "You know what?" Germany leaned back breaking eye contact with the taller country in front of him. His face turning a shade of red brighter. "I don't want to know the answer." America let out a small laugh. "You know me, Bro!" Germany swiped the bread crumbles from the table. Fuck yeah, he did. "Yeah and sometimes I wish I wouldn't know you that well!"-"but anyway will you meet-" Germanys ringtone filled the room and America stopped talking looking at Germany reproachful. How dare his phone interrupt the United states of America? "sorry." The german man pulled his phone out of his bagand held it up to his ear. "Yes?" "Deutschland! Where are you? Dad almost got a heart attack when he came into your room to check on you after the party and you weren't there!" It was Austria. Of course his father would have called him but he didn't have a own phone so he always instructs Austria to call for him. "Tell him I am angry!" The voice of his father. "He is angry at you!" Germany sighed. He could feel America's eyes on him. "Tell him I can hear what he is saying."-"He can hear you." For a while Germany could only hear shuffling on the other side of the phone. "Deutschland?"-"Hey Papa." His dad took a shaky breath. That wasn't a good sign- "Where are you?"-"I am at Americas place." Germany said looking at America who was still starring at him. "Why do I even buy you a phone when you don't use it?!"-"I am sorry, Papa." He really was. He had planned to call his dad but he forgot about it as soon as he entered America's house. "I think it is time to finally come home, Deutschland." That wasn't a nice heads up. That was a command. Germany knew that even if he would beg his dad to let him stay with America for at least another hour, he would say no. "Yes sure, Papa. I will be back in ten minutes." He shoved his phone back into his bag and gave America a sad puppy face. "Your dad I assume?"-"Yes Sherlock." Germany sighed. "I have to go home." He stood up, leaving the confused and tea thirsty America alone at the table. "Hey that's not fair. You didn't tell me enough!"-"I swear at my life, America. Nothing happened. That guy looks straighter then a-" He searched for the best word. "-then a stick." America also stood up from his chair, following his friend. "Some sticks aren't straight!"-"Oh shut up..."
Germany was laying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. Russia and Germany had spend the whole night together, laughing about stupid jokes that no sober person would find even remarkably funny and drawing with permanent markers on drunk Japan's face. (He deserved it. Who the fuck falls asleep at a party hosted by the Netherlands themselves? It was fun. It really was. Germany sighed and pulled his pushed down blanket up to his chest. It was the first time someone talked to the german man like that for a long while. Without being insecure or even disgusted by him. Of course, his family and America are there for him but that just wasn't the same. He sat up pulling a small paper out of his jacket. He didn't think that Russia would actually give him his number. Germany had asked him as a joke but immediately Russia had pulled a pen out of one of the hundred pockets he had on his jacket. The german male didn't complain though, of course. He didn't have alot of friends. Germany let out a sigh and grabbed his phone tipping in the number.
[Russland]
(Create new contact?)
■yes □no
○Germany: Hey. It's me the random country you met yesterday night. I hope this is the right number?
●Russia: oh yes. Didn't think you would actually text me. I woke up with a heavy fever thinking the party was a dream.
○Germany: Believe me I am not that kind of person to appear in someone else's dream.
●Russia: maybe to get punched down tho?
Germany smiled. His legs dangling in the air like he was in a romantic movie.
○Germany: I regret writing you.
●Russia: okay okay sorry. Hey mind if we would meet again? I only saw your face drunk and I want to see it clear by daylight.
○Germany: You said you are sick? I could come over and bring you soup or something like that.
●Russia: Oh look the german Angel. I would appreciate it.
●Russia sent you a location●
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《Falling deep》●Russia/Germany●
Fanfiction" "I will find him later..." He mumbled to himself and tried to find a way trough the people in the kitchen. It was almost empty. Only a tall country was leaning at the wall. Germany tried to ignore him but it wasn't that easy. "You are Germany, huh...
