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15 | raindrops

🇩🇪: male
🇷🇺: male
angst again woohoo
imspired by @ibevibinbro
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rain had a nice sound.
a small plip plap from every droplet that made it's way to the ground.
a gentle and rhythmic beat to it, similar to when you tap your fingers along a wooden surface.

the pace of the rain was steady. it hummed outside russia's bedroom window, the bedroom window blocking it from entering to house, much to his disappointment.
it wasn't just the sweet melody of the percipitation that the country loved. the gentle, feather like touches that rained down on his skin. cold, yet friendly and welcoming. rain had a free spirit. unlike snow and sand, you could not control it. it moved on it's own will, being carried only by the winds blowing it in each direction.
the rain helped calm down russia. it soothed him, the natural tune coaxing him out of his troubles.

plip plap, the rain continued.
      russia sighed in content, nuzzling his nose into the soft fabric of his teddy bear. he squeezed it tightly, reminding himself that it was real. he was real.
      but he wasn't too sure about it. everything felt so out of place. he didn't know how to explain it. it just felt wrong.

      but he listening to the rain. the rhythm was clear, staying in perfect line. he followed to plip plap with his mind, luring himself out of the confusion.
      russia brought the teddy bear closer to his chest, cuddling into it's warmth, as if to shield himself from any potential dangers.
     but he was safe. he had his teddy bear. he had the rain. that's what mattered.

     until the rain turned on him. the rain turned into vicious drops, no longer the calming plip plap. it hit the ground mercilessly, without a care in the world.
     the clouds turned gray. the sun was shielded from view, no light making it through.
      thunder.
      it woke him up every time.
      every boom coming from the skies interrupted his sleep. it was so loud, so uncontrolled.
      he liked the rain because it was free. he hated thunder because it was uncontrollable.
      lightning.
      blasts of light filling the room each time with every strike. the sparks of electricity seemed small, but they caused damage. trees fell down, power in houses went out. russia didn't trust how powerful lightning was.
      although he didn't like admitting it, he was scared.
      the howling winds didn't help much. the cold air didn't bother him, but when it was cold air slapping him in the face, it wasn't very fun.
     the wind sent shivers down the russian's spine.

      it felt unnatural.

       but russia could not control the weather. all he could do was squeeze his eyes shut and hug his teddy bear, waiting until the storm would pass.
       he hated it.
       he hated being so vulnerable.
       he hated being so scared.
       he hated relying on his fear to ground himself.
       he hated the rain.
       but he loved it, too.
       he needed it.

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     germany relaxed into his lover's arms, allowing him to cradle him.
     he felt hot breath on his neck from behind, and pictured a sleeping russia with his nose nuzzled there. his heart warmed at the thought. he always felt fuzzy and at home when he was with his boyfriend. he felt safe, protected.
     the rough on his hands on his waist momentarily tightened, as if holding on to it for balance. germany heard a shaky breath from behind him, and turned to face the taller.
      the aryan cupped russia's face, stroking his jawline gently. this touch woke up the russian.
      as soon as he opened his eyes, he squeezed them closed right back again, burying his face into his small boyfriend's chest. every one of his feature fit perfectly with his lover's, as if they were a puzzle.
     his grip on germany's waist had gotten tighter, not noticing that his hands were leaving marks.
     he felt two hands move their way from his jaw to his hair, gently massaging his scalp while the other played with his messy white hair.
      thunder boomed from outside their shared house.
       russia snuggled closer to germany for protection, and germany gladly enveloped his boyfriend in a protective hug.
       "shhh, liebling. the rain won't hurt you," the western country whispered, attempting to calm down russia.
      "i know," the taller country whimpered quietly, face still buried in germany's chest. "i'm not afraid of the rain. it's the thunder,"
       russia liked the rain. it was free.
       but the familiar plip plap could not be heard at this time. only the echoes of the monstorous rainfall beating down on the surface. only the booms of thunder. only the blinding lights of the lightning.
       "are you mad at me?" russia whimpered quietly.
      "of course not, Schatz. why would i be mad at you?"
      "i had a teddy bear," russia said softly before shaking his head. of course, germany had already known this. but sometimes it helped his boyfriend to just talk.
      "tell me about your teddy bear,"
      "he was small. like you," germany giggled, twirling his fingers through russia's untidy hair. "you smsll nicer though. you smell like conammon and vanilla, he smelled like sweat and tears and blood," germany did not laugh at the one. while his left hand was busy at work playing with his boyfriend's hair, the other came down to his neck to give him a soft massage. "he helped me, like you. he was my best friend, like you. he was always there for me, like you,"
      "sounds like i have a lot in common with your teddy bear," the german murmured, planting a kiss on top of russia's head.
      "you are my teddy bear now," he replied, nuzzling his nose into the shape of his chest.
      "i love you,"
      "i miss him,"
      "i know,"
      "at least i have you. i won't lose you like i lost my teddy bear. right?"
      "right."
      "do you promise?"
      "i promise, love. i promise," germany said.

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     it was a lie.
     germany lied to him.
     he said he would stay.
     well, technically he did. it was russia's fault.
     russia had lied.
     "i love you, Германия," he whispered to the grave in front of him, laying down a singular red rose.
      but even roses have thorns. he hoped germany wouldn't mind.
     "i hope i see you again soon, my love. we will meet again," he sniffed. his knees buckled, making him fall to the floor. his face was wet with tears.

      now russia had nothing but the rain.
      the terrible, beautiful rain.

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1076 words
yay angst again
hope u enjoyed
if u want a part 2 lmk, i kinda left off with a weird ending where things were kind confusing
ily and have an amazing day!!!