♡The Black Swan♡ (A RusGer Fanfic)

Chapter 33

( Russia's POV)

     Russia looked at his dad. He was panic-stricken. What was he going to do? There was no point in trying to hide Germany from him, because he knew he could already see him. There really wasn't anywhere he could run to either. Russia felt his heart racing; the only other option was to try and reason with him.

" D-dad! I-I can explain!"

      Soviet didn't react very much. He stood in the entrance of Russia's room with his arms folded. His expression was unreadable; was he upset? Sad? Angry? Russia was really worried. He knew how scary his dad could be when he was mad. He didn't want anything bad to happen to Germany either. Russia didn't want to imagine what he would do to the son of Reich.

" Russia," Soviet said his son's name in a low but unthreatening tone. He pointed out of the door.

" Downstairs. "

      Russia looked at Germany with sheer terror in his eyes. He was in big trouble, and he knew it. What was going to happen to him? Or worse, what would happen to Germany? As much as he wanted him to be safe, he couldn't disobey his father.

     Germany gave Russia's hand a squeeze. He mouthed an " It's okay"and gave him a small smile. Russia gave him a weak smile back. He looked back at Soviet, who was still waiting by the door. Ruasia, who was still shirtless, got out of his bed and walked towards the door. Soviet stepped out of the way, and Russia slowly made his way downstairs. Soviet shut the door behind him.

     He plopped himself on the couch. His thoughts were jumbled; what would happen to Germany? What would happen to him? What was his dad going to say about his sexuality? Russia pulled his knees up to his chest. He heard one of his siblings enter the room.

" So, what happened?" Ukraine asked.

" I don't know. Dad found me and Ger in bed together, and now he's up in my room with him."

" Oooh. R.I.P. Germany."

" Don't say that! I don't want to think about that!"

" Sorry, I was just joking!"

      Russia huffed. He hadn't heard anything coming from his room; this, to Russia, was both good and concerning. Gopd because it meant that Germany was most likely okay. Concerning because he had no idea what has happening, and the unknown is a little frightening. All Russia could do was sit and wait.

     After several long minutes, Russia heard the sound of a door open from upstairs. He got up onto his feet as Soviet made his way down to the living room. Soviet walked past Russia and sat on the couch. He beckoned Russia to sit next to him, which he did. Soviet sighed before he spoke.

" Okay, son," he began. " Even though I already know what's going on, is there something you want to tell me?"

     Russia looked down at the floor. He couldn't believe that he was having to confess right here, right now. If he was being honest with himslef, he was terrified of how his dad was going to react.

I guess it's now or never.

" Dad," Russia began. "... I-I'm gay. And Germany is m-my...boyfriend."
    
     Soviet did absolutely nothing. He sat on the couch and barely moved a muscle. His stillness scared Russia; He could literally do anything right now, and yet he chose to do absolutely nothing. This was starting to make Russia nervous. He lowered his gaze to the floor again. His father did not speak for a little while.

" Listen, son," he finally said. " First of all, you don't have to keep things from your old dad. I'm your parent, and as I parent it is my job to be supportive of you. Second of all, I already knew that you were gay. I know a lot more than you think. For example, I know that Ukraine is feminine. I also know who he goes to see all the time."