Overtime - rusger fic

Overtime- part 2

I'm so thankful that people are enjoying this story so far. Up until now I was writing this without much clue of how I would end it... but I think I've figured some of it now.

Thank you to everyone who has taken the time to read this. It really does mean the world to me.

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Germany let out another loud growl as he drove his knee into Russia's chest and kicked his stomach, clawing at his back while he continued to yell. However, the taller didn't seem very bothered by this and only tightened his grip around his waist as he lifted him off his shoulder. Holding the smaller country up like a small cat as he continued to argue and complain. The room was empty beside them and a tiny desk.

"You really don't get it, do you ?"

Germany's kicking quickly stopped now the other country was talking.

"When will you accept that you're stuck here ? It isn't that hard to understand."

"I'd rather die with my pride than live following your sick rules ! I didn't ask to be here ! Nobody did !"

Russia seemed more annoyed by this. He let Germany's legs dangle midair. The tension between the two countries grew the longer the silence went on.

"So ? You don't have to make things so difficult ! I don't bring anyone that will be missed here. Just the unnecessary scum like you that only lived to follow everyone else's orders. You did it fine out there, why is it so hard to do in here ?"
He growled and threw Germany into the wall behind him, making him whimper a little from the impact. The taller country walked over and grabbed the collar of his prison shirt, lifting him up and holding him against the wall.

"You lived a good enough life. Now you can dedicate the rest of it to making someone else's better."
His voice was quiet and gravelly. And now those misty lavender eyes were glaring right back at him. Noticing every detail on the smaller countries stubborn face.

"See- that's the entire reason why I can't get used to this ! That disgusting mindset of yours and the way you look down on people less fortunate ! I don't care how replaceable you think they are !"

Russia's eyes narrowed. But he kept Germany firm against the wall, legs split so that they could rest on both sides of the taller's waist. He just sighed.

"When will you understand that's just how things are nowadays. Your little episodes aren't going to change that. So just relax, take a deep breath and look to the future. You'll have a great life... somewhere in a rich mansion near the coast of the city. You can do whatever you want, when you're not needed, and if you play nice and don't complain, you'll be rewarded well with everything you could've wanted."
Russia's voice was unnaturally calm, he leaned further forward, taking a hand off of Germany's waist to run it through his soft hair. A small smirk formed on his face.

"I could.... help you get used to it~"

His large warm hands travelled up Germany's shirt. Making the smaller country freeze up and blush madly.

Though the touches didn't last long. Russia was rewarded with a hard slap to the face as the smaller shoved him off. Mumble-yelling something russ didn't hear under his breath as he stormed out. Unable to get rid of the noticeable red that completely covered his face.

Russia caught himself on a table behind him. He put a hand on his aching cheek. His annoyed expression fading into more of an amused smile. He called one of the guards in into the room, and when asked what he needed, he simply grinned and looked at the door the smaller had just stormed out of.

"I want 701 moved into my room with me."

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That's it for now ! It was short but I hoped you enjoyed it. I'm not that great with dialogue or more tense scenes, but I hope I got the message across okay.

If you find any mistakes in my writing, please do say. Critique is greatly appreciated.

Thank you for reading, bye !