Overtime - rusger fic

Overtime - part 4

I'm so sorry that this has come a little late. I normally start writing these around midnight, since school makes things a little harder to get it done during the day. But this is the last week until break so expect more chapters more regularly after school is done !

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Germany woke up to an unfamiliar warmth coming from the window. He groaned and reached a hand up to shield his face. Sunlight. Something he hadn't seen clearly in a while. Ger had grown so used to the yellow from the lights in the prison that this seemed blinding.
He squinted his eyes and crawled out of bed, closing the curtains with a tired sigh.

Russia had already left. It wasn't hard to figure out. Most of his stuff was gone and his side of the bed was empty. Leaving Germany alone in the room. It still felt so surreal that he was here.. It felt so easy to just break out now and run, but things like that would need more planning.

He mumbled something to himself, fixing his hair in the mirror before walking into the wardrobe. Deciding there wasn't any harm in taking a look around. Of course he didn't have any clothes yet, but he had still been hoping at least his prison uniform would be there. Germany grumbled and defeatedly grabbed one of Russia's shirts. It was absolutely huge on him, but strangely enough he didn't mind it. The smaller stretched out and walked downstairs. To take a look around the 'house'.

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Russia was at work. He'd be returning home in an hour or two, but it felt like years away. Everyday was the same routine, everyone had the same reaction to seeing him, and every time something interesting happened, he would only be allowed to order people around.  He missed being young, missed the thrill of the gunshots, the power that he felt when screams rang out.
It's why he took a liking to Germany so quickly.
He was something new, something interesting. Did he really love him ? He wasn't sure yet. But just the thought of coming home to something different excited him.
He couldn't wait to see Ger again.

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The smaller ran his fingers down the stair railing, enjoying the feeling of the polished, flawless wood. The house seemed rather quiet, not anything interesting but a few servants running around and cleaning things. But eventually, while he was making his way to the dining hall, he found something that caught his attention.

Baby pictures, it seemed. Of what looked to be of Russia and his family. Despite the change of flags, it was still easy to see who was who.
Russ was in the centre of the photo, with his ushanka hat (which back then, was so oversized it covered one of his eyes) and a big grin on his face. Germany had seen Russia smile before, but it never seemed like he was genuinely happy, like in the photo. Just amused or flirty.

"Hey, isn't that the slut Russki bought home last night ?"
He heard a snicker from behind him. Germany paused. Narrowing his eyes and turning around to see who it was.

"Wow. Didn't think he'd stoop as low as this. You'd think he'd just pick up some drunkie at a bar, like he usually does."
The male talking was Russia's brother, Ukraine. He smaller and not as buff as Russ, but could easily tower over the other German. So he just narrowed his eyes and glared at him, waiting for him to leave. But he didn't.

"He must be from the store, lower class."
Ukraine turned to his shorter sister, Belarus with a smirk. Quite amused by this as now he had something to tease his brother about.
"Dipshit must be getting desperate."
He whistled happily, smirking.

Germany muttered something under his breath and turned around, back to the photos. Making Ukraine narrow his eyes.
"What was that ?"
He grumbled and walked over, making Belarus flinch.
"Ukki... lets just go..."

Germany didn't move. He ignored Ukraine, making him even more agitated.
"You know who you are, right ? Lower class. Some office worker in the cheap parts of the city. I don't know what russ wants with you, but trust me, it'll only end badly. He isn't as nice as you think."
He stopped talking when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Ukraine groaned and turned around. Stopping dead when he saw who was there.

"Ukraine. I think that's enough."
Russia growled.

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I'm not that great with dialogue yet.... it's something I really need to work on. But I hope you enjoyed.

Also, thank you for 100 reads ! The kind comments that I get on this app really do make my day ! I can't wait to continue this story and I really do hope you all enjoy it.