Rusger Oneshots

Lazy Sunday (Afternoon)

Hello!! Late updating again!

Im sorry!!

For best understanding of top half of this oneshot you may watch this six minutes of epic cooking first :

Sorry if any of anyone's expectations were not met! XDXD 

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They finally got off the floor at around midday, after plenty of cuddling. 

"....what do you think we should have for lunch?"

"Lunch? We haven't even had breakf-"

"It's 1 pm."

"....huh-"

Anyways, they stumbled down the stairs and into the kitchen, still half clinging on to each other and hair messy. (They still don't have shirts on)

Russia yawned again, a big, jaw creaking yawn, making Germany whine and fan the air before his nose at his morning breath. The bigger country smirked and purposefully blew in his boyfriend's face, making him yelp and smack him on the arm.

"eww grow up-" Germany laughed. Russia grinned and kissed him on the forehead playfully. 

Opening the fridge-

Nothing.

"Scheiße we forgot to go grocery shopping." Germany smacked himself on the head, staring at the almost empty shelves. Russia poked his head in to check again.

"There's like a half carton of egg, two carrots, some mayonnaise and sour cream, and- oI!" He exclaimed, reaching in and pulling out half of a big fat sausage.

"Докторская колбаса(🐟)!" He grinned. Germany stared at him for a moment before shaking his head. "Not that low quality inferior product again-" He mumbled under his breath.

(🐟 Life of Boris fans you would know this as Doctor's sausage. If you are not a fan(go check him out on yt) and don't know what is is, just search up doctor's sausage.) 

"Eii, insult my food again-" Russia said, thickening his accent dramatically and holding the sausage preciously in his hands, glaring down at him. Germany huffed and crossed his arms back at him.

"Okay fine truce," He sighed, holding out his hand to shake. "Just so we can actually make food and we don't starve." 

"Fine." Russia nodded solemnly and shook. They made an extra show of bowing to each other before stepping away from the fridge. And then running back to open the door again to scoop out the other remains of their food.

"Hmmm..." Germany tapped his chin, staring at the food they had dumped all over the table. Russia had set down the sausage and was fiddling with the carrot, which looked just a bit dried up. 

"I have an idea-" He snapped his fingers. "Go check if there's any potatoes left."

Russia ran off further back into their kitchen, and came back with a wide, teeth baring grin. "There is."

"Fantastic." Germany grinned back just as maniacally. 

Here is the moment where both their fathers would be proud to see their sons scheming together.