♡The Black Swan♡ (A RusGer Fanfic)

Chapter 34

⚠Warning!⚠ Chapter contains slightly more intense abuse, mild angst, and NSFW references!

( Russia's POV)

" Russia!" Soviet called his name from downstairs.

     Russia had been cuddling with Germany before his father called him. He gave his boyfriend a gentle kiss on the forehead before crawling out from underneath the blanket. He stretched before making his way downstairs. He realized just as he got to the bottom step that he hadn't put his shirt back on yet. It didn't matter too much; there weren't any guests over anyways, so he didn't have to stress over making himself presentable.

     Soviet was sitting on the couch. He had finally gotten over Belarus's... pet being summoned. He had a vodka bottle it his hand, tapping the contained happiness with his fingers. He beckoned Russia to come sit next to him, and then beckoned someone else with a hand motion. Looking over his shoulder, Russia saw that Germany was at the bottom of the staircase. He had followed his lover, but he had been so quiet that he hadn't heard him. Germany shyly walked over to the couch and sat next to Russia. Soviet cleared his throat once both were seated.

"Okay, you two, " he started. " Since you're about at that age, it's time for The Talk."

    Oh no Russia thought. " The Talk" was always a rather awkward and embarrassing conversation to have. Really, it was just his dad setting ground rules for anyone who was in a relationship. Initially, Russia was going to receive it first, as he was the oldest. However, Soviet had given it to Ukraine instead because he had, well... done it with Canada.

" You boys are together, which is perfectly fine with me. It's love, so I'm gonna try and stay out of th way of that. However, there are going to be some ground rules. First rule, no being outside after dark. You are still at risk of being snatched up by creeps, and I don't feel like going on a rescue mission to save my child."

     Russia tried his best not to laugh. He couldn't imagine anyone trying to kidnap him or Germany without getting beaten up in the process. It was supposed to be semi-serious, but it was also funny to think about.

" Second rule, don't touch my special vodka cabinet. It's mine."

     Russia already knew how much his dad treasured his vodka. It was basically liquid joy, which he knew first hand.

" Third rule-"

     Russia tensed. From Ukraine, he had heard that the next rules were the more "naughty" ones. If his brother was correct, Russia and Germany would be in for a very awkward and uncomfortable ride.

"- Safe sMeX. No means no. Use lube; we don't want any assholes ripping."

     Russia heard Germany half-gag beside him. He probably hadn't had to hear anything like that in his life. As far as Russia was concerned, the German had nothing to worry about. They didn't plan to get dirty.

At least not yet.

" Building off the previous rule, you are in charge of your own bedsheets. If body fluids stain your sheets, it's your job to clean them. I don't want to be apart of the clean up crew for that at all."

     Germany looked like he was going to be sick. If this was bad for Ukraine and terribly awkward for Russia, it must have been several times worse for Germany.

" Well, that's pretty much it," Soviet announced. Russia breathed out a sigh of relief. He helped Germany get up off the couch. They had planned to head over to Germany's place and spend the afternoon there, but Russia had to put his shirt on first. Germany had already made his way up to Russia's room, and Russia was just about to ascend the stairs when Soviet said his name.