Could be an art book IDK ok

Countryhumans Rusger oneshot I finished at 3am

Ok so longish A/N first; This very well might suck but tell me what you think, I haven't posted something I wrote since I last wrote on my now unlisted(?) stories, so I don't know how people will react to this.
Now about my Countryhumans, they don't have genders or a Peepee. So basically they can wear masculine or feminine clothing, and yes I know men can wear feminine clothing and women can wear masculine clothing.That isn't the point of this, because say, a skirt, is still feminine no matter what gender wears it...Unless you're in Scotland, then it's a kilt.But since they have no genders I originally wrote this and gave them they/them pronouns but for the sake of it being easier to read, I just called the him, because they have masculine chests and crap.
Ok, on too the oneshot, feel free to comment what you think XD

*chanting* Insecure Germany!Insecure Germany! >:D, Reich can go die-(he's only briefly mentioned don't worry)

The two countries had decided to go shopping, after Russia began nagging Germany for his lack of variety in clothes. Germany had picked out a variety of clothes, from full sweaters,more colorful sweater vests, and even some normal shirts for once.
Russia had gone to ask an employee something, leaving Germany to wander around and look at clothes. After walking around for a bit, Germany spotted a particular piece of clothing. The German knew he shouldn't want to wear it, and his father would anger at him for even thinking about it, but maybe while Russia was gone they could grab it? After contiplating the decision, Germany grabbed the clothing and placed it under every else, which had been draped over his arm. Russia soon came back, and the countries went to go check out. Germany districted Russia so he could check out the piece of clothing by asking him to go get a bag for the clothes.

The couple walked in the direction of their shared home and chatted together. When they got back, Germany insisted that he put up his own clothes, and Russia just let him. After sitting in the living room for a while, Russia started to wonder what was taking Germany so long. Out of plain curiosity, Russia walked upstairs to their shared bedroom to see what was taking the German so long. The Russian came to a stop in front of the couple's bedroom door, before opening it.

"Hey, Германия, what are you doooooooh my god-"

Germany stood in shock as Russia came in, he was wearing a light purple and reddish sweater that fell off his shoulders and stopped at his elbows.

"R-Russia!" Germany had turned to look at Russia, and was blushing deeply. Russia just stared at the smaller German. The Slavic started walking across the room to the Germanic country.

"Russland?" Germany started to become very nervous. Germany hoped he wouldn't get too mad at him...

Soon Russia stopped in front of Germany. Germany was starring at his feet and trying not look up at Russia, but after a couple of seconds of silence, he decided to look back up. The look on Russia's face instantly made Germany tense, the Slavic had a look of disbelief and confusion and what Germany perceived as anger.
As Russia began to raise his arm from his side, Germany flinched and brought his arms up over his face as he backed up slightly so his back was to the wall.

"I-I'm sorry,R-Russland. I know I shouldn't be wearing it and that it's bad, b-but I saw it and I just...I thought it was good so I grabbed it and I'm s-sorry, I can take it off, I will! Please don't hurt me, I'm sorry!"
The German was incredibly tense and trembling.Russia just stared for a couple of long seconds before coming even closer to the smaller country. Germany just flinched more and pressed his arms against his face harder as tears began to prick in the corner of his eyes. The Russian grabbed onto Germany's wrist and tried to move them from his face, Germany seemed to become even more panicked and tried to keep his arms over his face.
"Let me see you." Russia said sternly, Germany let him move his arms, but still kept his eyes closed. Russia looked at Germany's torso, then leaned into the front of his exposed shoulders. Germany snapped his eyes open and looked down at Russia.