Bride to Be (Rusger)

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Germany couldn't help but feel rather uncomfortable. Next to him was his fiance showing him around the mansion where Germany was told to stay for the duration of preparations for the marriage. While he was showing the place around Germany could see better of him. Much like his father but a lot younger. His height, body type and face was too similar to his father.

It intimidated Germany. Being next to someone like him. Being engaged to someone like him. Having to live and work under him.

"Lyamora?"

"Pardon?" Germany asked in surprise.

"I asked why you look too skinny for a woman," Russia asked.

Yes, even though Germany was skinny, he was too skinny for an average woman. Underweight. But did that mean the damn Russian could bluntly say whatever he wants? Absolutely not.

"I.... I'm always insecure so.... I've always had a problem with eating a lot," Germany made up a lie. Nonetheless, Russia nodded and continued pointing out rooms and hallways. Germany quietly sighed in relief.

"What happened to your eye?"

"Ah? Oh. I... It was an accident that I'd rather not talk about..." Germany replied nervously. Russia nodded. "Tell me about yourself," Germany tried to make small talk.

"Me? Son of the damn Bastard that had 15 other offsprings with different women. Forced to marry some ugly woman by said Bastard. And now I'm involved in stupid politics," Russia answered, "And you?"

Germany was taken aback by his rudeness but he wasn't very surprised since he had dealt with worse discrimination. "Me? Other than being ugly and forced to marry some brat?" Germany said sarcastically. Russia was about to yell at him but was stopped when Germany spoke first. "I actually like playing the piano. My father was a man of art but even if we were in a different category of art he supported me nonetheless," Germany added.

"Your father? And art? I don't believe that capitalist scum would be interested in such a thing," Russia scoffed.

Right. Right. Germany's father was supposed to be America. "There's a lot you don't know about him," Germany replied. "Just to be clear, this marriage is non mutual so let's just pretend we're a thing in public and not when we're alone," Russia stated. "Then we could at least try to be friends, Ja?" Germany asked.

"You know german?" Russia questioned. "I know many languages, мальчик," Germany taunted. "'Boy'? Do you take me as a child?" Russia hissed. "I can say you're younger than me for sure," Germany stated. "Don't you have some sort of refreshments anywhere?" Germany asked. "...Define 'refreshments'."

"You're certain this is fine?" Germany asked. "Women, always so scared," Russia chuckled as he gave Germany a glass of beer. "This is the lightest I could find, when you're ready I might consider letting you have some vodka," Russia laughed. "I never liked wine anyway," Germany commented as he gulped from the glass. He nearly spat his drink when Russia slammed his half empty bottle of vodka to the table.

"Right!? I don't get why those fancy guys like that trash. It's basically grape juice!" Russia laughed. Germany laughed with him, "You know, when I was younger my father told me that the smelliest feet were used to stomp grape to fine wine. It was his way of keeping me from asking for a glass. It's always been stuck in my head for the longest I could remember."

"Same here! Except it was my eldest brother who told me that bullshit. My father couldn't care less if I took the whole bottle," Russia stated. "Are you saying he wouldn't care if he caught us drinking our livers out?" Germany asked. Russia nodded and with that, Germany chugged his whole glass down. "Then I'll be needing a bigger glass if you don't mind," Germany smirked.

"You drink well for a woman," Russia commented. "I think you've been underestimating me for a while now," Germany stated and accepted the bigger glass of beer. Germany and Russia clinked their glass and bottle and chugged as much as they could handle. The two put their drinks down with Russia having finished a lot more than Germany.

"You're not even tipsy," Germany laughed. "Neither are you, but i learned not to underestimate you," Russia chuckled, "When did you start drinking?" Germany took a few gulps before replying, "Well, I guess you could say I've met people in the past. People who used me with... so many things."

A tension grew in the room. Russia grew curious while Germany, gloomy. He finished the last of his beer and placed the glass down. "Sorry, I... don't feel like drinking anymore," Germany said and stood from his seat. "You know, the best way to forget is with a drink," Russia stated. "I don't want to forget. I want to remind myself so I don't repeat the same thing again," Germany protested.

"....Lyamora, what happened to you?" Russia asked. Germany kept quiet, unwilling to answer that question. "Excuse me," Germany said before exiting the room. He didn't know where to go, and he didn't know what to do. All he knew is that he wanted to be alone.

He lost his balance after feeling a sudden push. Instead of being met with the floor he felt arms catching him instead. "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention," a man apologized and let go of Germany when he regained his balance.

"No, I was zoning out. I'm sorry," Germany protested and lowered his head. "Then... we both can forgive each other?" The man laughed. Germany looked back at the man. He was fairly tall and looked fit but not too muscular. His hair looking rather messy but still looked nice.

"I'm Ukraine," the man with said name said and pulled a hand out. "Lyamora," Germany replied, and held Ukraine's hand. Instead of a hand shake as Germany expected, Ukraine placed a gentle kiss on the back of his hand. "Your name sound familiar. I heard it this morning," Ukraine pointed out. "Oh.. I... think you must've misheard. Say do you know a place I could get fresh air?" Germany changed the subject.

"Ah? Sure, of course," Ukraine replied and lead Germany away, hands never separating.