Blackened Mists {Rusger}

Week Of Desires

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It's been multiple weeks since the first time Russia had his first nightmare in this poisoned world and yet the dreams wouldn't stop. He felt like each time he found himself in that empty space he'd dream about the same useless body and broken down hunter. Again and again.

Though he didn't mind them. No matter how much pain he always felt he'd always wake up and check on Germany before just going back to bed again. After all dreams weren't real were they? He wouldn't have to worry about it right?

That night though he dreamed about absolutely nothing. No sobs nor weird forces. Just him in a pitch black abyss, falling into what seemed to be his death though woke up the moment he hit the ground as he ones again fell off his bed.

Surprisingly that dream didn't even feel half as realistic like his usual dreams did. Odd. He eventually got up after a few seconds, soon noticing how bright it already was. Why didn't Germany wake him up yet?

Russia stretched a little before leaning against the bed to check on Germany. At first it looked like absolutely no one was in that bed but taking a second look Russia noticed the rather small ball of blankets and such all the way back in the corner.

Since Russia didn't want the whole bed to collapse when he climbs up he pulled the wooden chair from the desk to the bed to stand on top of it. Now he'd be able to reach the ball of blankets. He lightly started tugging on the two maybe three blankets til finally his teammate's head popped up.

Just before Russia was about to ask him why he hasn't even left the bed yet he noticed something was off. Germany seemed to be acting rather unusual.

Russia kept tugging on the blankets til he eventually got each of them off, revealing a reddened and flustered little hunter.  At first he wasn't even sure if he was awake or not though Germany's broken yet silent voice mumbling some things in what seemed to be a different language had him make up his mind.

Russia reached out to feel his temperature, soon noticing how burning hot his skin felt. Did he have some sort of fever?

After a few seconds of hesitation Russia pulled Germany a little closer til he was able to pick him up bridal style then get off the chair. He gently set him down on the chair then squatted down in front of him to take a proper look at him. "Germany..What's wrong?"

Russia wasn't sure if he was more panicked or confused. He's never seen anyone act like this. Even his pupils were widened like he'd be on some sort of drugs. After a few seconds of pure silence and staring Germany leaned in to rest his forehead on Russia's head before he finally said something.
"EU.." "Do you want me to bring you to EU?" Germany nodded and slowly lifted his head to let Russia go.

Said Russian got up and left the room to get dressed. Germany usually chased him out each time he was about to undress which did confuse him quite a bit. Even though they both were males Germany acted like a cat seeing a cucumber each time he'd see Russia's bare skin.

Once he pulled the grayish white shorts he usually wore and a random black shirt over his bright red skin he took his coat then returned to Germany. Usually he'd just stay shirtless and use the coat he received from Germany a few days ago to cover his upper body but Germany only wore an awfully loose tank top and some simple shorts at that time. Russia knew that ones Germany would act normal again he'd snap his neck instantly just for even daring to touch him in his pajama, meaning that trying to change his clothing would be a taboo.