I just wanna post this here ^^
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"Привет Олег, почему ты позвонил мне-" (Hey Oleg, why did you call me-)
Two warm arms wrapped around the Russian's waist. He almost body slammed whoever this was, until he realised that it was his friend.
"EYY! DAS MUTTERLAND SELBST IST HIER!" (THE MOTHERLAND HIMSELF IS HERE!)
A lot of yelling and whistling suddenly ignited as Russia looked at the bartender in confusion. Before Oleg could give a proper explanation, a Russian cut him off.
"FINALLY! FILIPINS KISS~~!!"
A lot of people cheered as Philip blushed and Russia laid there, still confused and flattered.
"Nooo! Stooop~!" The Filipino drunkenly whined back while the others pressure him to kiss the other country. "He doesn't want to-!"
Immediately, Russia brought Philip's chin up and kissed him on the lips. Cheers, squeals and whistles all mixed together and filled the whole bar, to the point that even Oleg became annoyed by it. Once Russia seperated their kiss he waved for the people to leave them be.
The others groaned but eventually followed, seeing that even the bartender was yelling for them to leave. When everything was calm again, Philip hugged Russia from behind.
"Russsiyaaaaaa~" Philip slurred, rubbing his drunk face on the other's back. Russia closed his eyes to resist the sudden tickle that trickled down his spine and detached the Filipino's arms. "Cen I hab other kiss??"
Russia sighed and turned around. He looked down at his friend and tried to be serious, but that silly look made him smile.
"Lab you~" Philip giggled, burying his face on the other's stomach.
Russia chuckled and intertwined his hand to Philip's hair and turned to Oleg. "Что случи́лось?" (What happened?) Russia asked while softly scratching Philip's hair.
"He had a drinking contest with a German. It ended in a tie," Oleg laughed while remembering. "He had a lot in him!"
"Probably since he drinks with me," The Russian snickered, seeing that Philip quietly giggled.
"It left everyone surprised that a little guy like him could drink a lot and share some humor with them," Oleg chuckled while cleaning the glasses. "Some girls even flirted with him."
Oleg noticed the small frown the other Russian made and snickered. "That's also how he met his challenger."
The country raised an eyebrow as Oleg explained furthermore.
"The girl that he flirted with was the German's girlfriend," Oleg continued. "But somewhere in the fight, Filipinny and the German started flirting with each other."
This time, Russia was becoming a little serious and bothered that there was a lot of flirting involved. "Then why was everyone cheering when I kissed him?"
Oleg smirked since he knew that Russia was being protective.
"The girl had enough with their flirting and told Philip to fuck off-" Russia's head tilted in distaste. "-Jokingly, she said it as a joke and everyone knew it was a joke.." Oleg chuckled as the other Russian calmed down.
"I think he assumed that the pair was Russian, even if the German clearly spoke German, Filipinny said that 'If he can't have a Russian, he'll get Russia instead'."
Russia had to pause to process it, then laughed in astonishment. He ruffled Philip's head while muttering praises, to which the other whimpered in discomfort.
"Ah, Боже ты благословение..." (God you're a blessing...) The Russian exhaled, scratching Philip's head again.
Oleg smiled at this. "I wasn't surprised when a lot of Russians agreed. You really need a partner," He laughed as Russia rolled his eyes and blushed a little. The fact that even his own people tells him to get a lover.
Russia felt embarrassed yet happy that people supported him, but that smile slowly turned into a frown. Oleg noticed this and asked what was wrong.
The Russian sighed as he shook his head sideways. "I'm just happy that some don't care."
The bartender instantly knew what this meant and smiled in pity. He knew that if Russia had to pick Philip, others would quickly question and disagree with him. Picking a country as a lover was dangerous, because it'll affect the economy, politics and relationships of the people.
"Mmmn, Ruski..."
Russia looked down to Philip's apologetic face. The Russian scrunched his eyebrows and sighed lightly.
"It's okay, you didn't do anything wrong.." Russia comforted, noticing that Philip seemed a little agitated. "Just don't think about it, okay?"
Phil whimpered, making the other smile tiredly. He bent down to kiss Philip gently on the lips.
"Aren't you worried that he'll remember what you're doing tomorrow?" Oleg suddenly intervened.
The question made Russia pause. A sad smile slowly crept on to his face. "It's alright..." The Russian muttered. "He always forgets."
The bartender sighed as he watched his country yearningly stroke Philip's cheeks. He shook his head in disagreement. "I don't need to be an immortal to know that love requires sacrifices.."
Russia stayed silent. So did Oleg, and the silence made Philip look up.
"Ruski..? What's wrong...?" Philip asked. The boy wasn't listening to the conversation, he just wanted to continue hearing Russia's voice, so the silence made him look up.
Russia sighed again and finally smiled to Oleg. "Thank you for taking care of him, we'll be leaving now."
Oleg nodded and looked at Philip. "Just do what you should do, alright?"
The Russian stayed quiet again, then finally stood up. "Right."
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There's actually a part two for that, but part two is a smut-
Anyway hope you guys didn't mind this, and if you'd like to request then please do, I'm very bored
It's okay if the request isn't Rusphil, but it takes me a while for writing another one-shot, and it might even turn out sloppy, so if it is like that then I apologise-
That's all :DDD
