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2 | rip cereal bowl

🇩🇪: male
🇷🇺: male
angst, fluff
⚠️ contains mentions of the ussr, mentions of child abuse ⚠️
requested by @Fnaduppet
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"what a bitch!" germany gasped. "we all know that i'm the only one allowed to be mean to you,"

"i know right!?" his boyfriend answered angrily.

america was one of germany's closest coworkers outside of europe, but he knew that he had a bad history with his russian, to say the least.

the striped country was one of those people who was always cocky and obnoxious, making fun of every little mistake anyone does. germany wouldn't exactly label him as a nice person, but he wasn't too terrible either, at least to him.

to his boyfriend, russia, not so much. usually america's stupid jokes were easily looked over and thought of as dumb by the tall country, but sometimes, he hit places that were too close to home. places regarding russia's past, which was not a topic he was open about, nor one he enjoyed looking back on.

but america learned how to get to him.

things russia had worked so hard on to move past from. he tried so hard to forget, but america somehow brought it back up from his core.

"aw, you gonna hit me?" america cooed, tilting his head slightly. "you gonna beat me up, just like your father did to you? i thought you wanted to be different, russia."

the taller inhaled a shaky breath. america noticed this with delight — aggravating his enemies was just what he loved to do.

"don't talk about him like that." russia said quietly, dangerously.

"why?" america hummed mockingly. "it would be rather ironic of you to defend him, considering all he ever did to you was the opposite."

"you. don't. know. him." russia growled. "and you don't know me, either."

the shorter was not huge on disrespecting the dead, but for the soviet union he made an exception. the bastard deserved every bit of slander sent at him, whether directly or through his son. he knew it was complicated, but he didn't give a flying fuck. a soviet is a soviet, and the existence of such distastefulness is unforgivable.

"гер," russia began quietly, "i think i need some space if that's okay,"

"of course, liebling. do you want to go to the bedroom?" he nodded, germany helping him get to his feet and into the bedroom. he didn't let even a tiny bit of his anxiety for him slip into his voice.

stupid, stupid america. how could anybody ever hurt his little angel? what did he get out of making others feel bad? nothing. he's just fucking mean. germany snarled internally. fucking america.

unfortunately, there was no way he could reverse time and change what happened, so he just had to do his best to make his boyfriend feel better. he would probably want alcohol, but he didn't think that was a very good idea right now. maybe a glass of water? that could be it. a glass of water and some cuddles!! no, russia wanted some space, so he probably wouldn't appreciate snuggles right then and there. he should just prepare him some food for when he is ready to come out.

what was russia's favorite meal though? germany had no idea how to make russian food.

"i guess i'll make him cereal," he said to himself, severely lacking creativity in the midst of his muted anxiousness. he opened up one of the kitchen drawers, taking out a spoon from within it.

shit. he needed to get a bowl from their cabinets, but they were too tall to reach. russia was always the one who handed things down from the sky to germany. he hesitantly pulled up his leg, so that his foot was on the counter. he tried to be as quiet as possible, to not disturb his boyfriend. seeing that only having one foot on the counter wasn't really helping, he tried bringing his other foot there to, to get his entire body on top of the counter so he would be able to reach the cabinet. his plan was successful, as a german's plan always was. he grabbed a bowl and gave himself a quick pat on the back, which threw him off balance and—

the sound of glass breaking peirced his ears, almost as much as the little pieces from the bowl were peircing his back. shit. that probably made a lot of noise. germany scrambled to his feet, desperatley picking up glass shards from the floor as tears started irrationally forming in his eyes.

no, no, no, no, no. FUCK. don't you dare cry, Deutschland, don't cry. this is about russia, not about you. you fucking ruined it all, Deutschland! now Russland will come out wondering where all the noise is coming from and the attention will be on you!! not only that, but you fucking broke a bowl, too. what the fuck is wrong with you? suck it up and focus on your boyfriend, not yourself, you self obsessed bitch.

despite his will, tears gushed out of his eyes. germany knew he was overreacting, but he couldn't help it. the nerves that were already tilted from his worrying just set on fire. stop fucking crying stop fucking crying stop fucking crying. but he couldn't stop fucking crying. the glass that ripped open his back didn't even bother him anymore, he only cared about him being a jerk and making everything about him when it was russia who was suffering.

suddenly, a pair of warm arms wrapped around his torso, pulling him onto what he assumed was somebody's lap. realizing it was russia, he cried even harder as he clinged onto his neck.

"i'm so so sorry, russ, i'm so sorry," he choked through his sobs. the taller country rubbed his hands on germany's back in an effort to calm him down. he drew hearts with his fingers, indeed helping his companion calm.

"do you wanna tell me what happened?" he asked gently, after germany's sobs were reduced to sniffles — much like the ones russia was internally making earlier.

"i-i, i tried m-m-making you some c-cereal t-to m-make you f-f-f-feel better," russia hummed, listening intently. "and i'm n-not as f-f-fucking t-tall as you a-are, s-s-so i had t-to c-c-climb the c-counter t-to reach, a-a-and then i f-fell a-a-and b-broke t-the b-b-b-bowl," russia just chuckled.

"it's no big deal, babe, you made a mistake,"

"y-yeah b-b-but you were t-the one f-feeling b-b-b-bad, a-and i'm j-just t-t-turning t-the at-t-tention t-to me,"

"ger don't say that. just because i feel bad doesn't mean you aren't allowed to feel bad too. we're human, sort of, we have emotions that we can't control. not much we can do about that, дорогой (sweetheart)"

"c-can we j-just cuddle?" germany asked quietly, his throat still dry from crying.

"what kind of a question is that?" russia smiled softly as he threw himself on the couch with his boyfriend in his arms.

"r-russ,"

"yeah?"

"i l-love you,"

"i love you too," russia said easily, kissing the top of germany's head.

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sorry i got a little carried away with the angst-
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