Bride to Be (Rusger)

-3-

Russia looked everywhere for his fiancee. It was almost time for dinner and his father would have his head if he lost Germany when he was given specific orders to stay by him. Where else could he look for him? He had already checked places he'd shown him and places he hasn't, so where?

Russia realized there was one other place he hadn't checked. His garden. But it should be freezing outside for a skinny woman like Germany, how could he stand being out there for so long? Russia thought maybe Germany had passed out somewhere in the garden.

He went out to the snowy garden. Most of the landscape was covered in white snow so it shouldn't be hard to spot Germany. As he had expected it didn't take him long to find him. In fact it was quite simple with how big the coat looked on Germany. Coat? Germany didn't bring a coat-

"Got one!" Ukraine said as he stood up hair flaked with snow. On his hand held a Paeonia tenuifolia, it was a very thin peony flower but for some reason it's red color seemed fresh. It was very small so it didn't catch the snow or coldness from beneath the bushes and other flowers.

"It's still so pretty despite the harsh winter," Germany said. "Take this flower as you, Lyamora. Though you may not be the strongest, you can be the one to live longest and prettiest. One people would love but could never find if they don't look carefully enough," Ukraine complimented and gave the flower to Germany.

"Lyamora!"

Germany and Ukraine looked back to Russia that was walking towards them. "What the hell, don't you know what time it is? If your father and mine doesn't meet us for dinner, they'll be pissed!" Russia exclaimed. "Russia? So... you're his fiancee?" Ukraine questioned. "Ah, I... sorry, Russia. Ukraine, you'll have to excuse me," Germany said as he returned Ukraine's coat. Russia and Germany left the garden with Ukraine standing there, dumbfounded.

He put his coat back on and saw something in his chest pocket. It was the flower he gave Germany. It was neatly placed for display. Ukraine sighed and looked back at the door Germany left from. How unfortunate that he was stuck being his brother's fiancee.

Russia and Germany were a few feet from the dining room but was stopped when Russia pulled his arm out in front of Germany. "Hold my arm or something, we gotta make it look like we had a good time together," Russia quickly said. Germany wrapped his arm around Russia's and they both walked into the dining room.

Food were freshly placed on the dining table and two men were sitting across from each other. "You kids have fun?" America asked. "Yes, we did," Germany smiled and went to sit next to America. He stopped when America placed a hand on his that was about to pull the chair. "Lyamora, shouldn't the gentleman be the one to pull the chair for you?" America asked, eyeing at Russia.

"N-no, it's fi-" Germany couldn't finish when Russia walked in front of Germany to pull his seat for him. "O-oh... thank you.." Germany said and took his seat with Russia gently pushing it back. "What a gentleman," America chuckled as Russia took his own seat across Germany.

"Strange how I smelled alcohol from your fiance, Lyamora. Did you two drink?" America asked. Did the Russian seriously drank all day and still isn't drunk? "So what if we did. We got along well anyways," Russia answered.

"I wasn't talking to you," America protested. "Enough, the food will get cold," USSR stated. Despite that, Germany didn't have much appetite with the tension in the room. Nonetheless all four started eating the food on they're plates.

"The wedding will be in a few months from now. Around January or February. Lyamora shall stay here with Russia for half the duration and the rest, she shall stay with her father," USSR stated out of the blue. Germany nearly chocked on his food. "Pardon? It's a bit too shortly noticed, I didn't bring any clothes or-"

"We shall provide all your needs until your leave. Your family is welcome to visit from time to time and you will be introduced to the rest of our family," USSR informed. "You can't refuse anyways. We both already agreed on it while you two were having fun," America stated.

Of course, another decided fate.

America was just about to leave, Germany, Russia and USSR were all there to see him. "Lyamora, a word?" America called. Germany walked to America where he placed a hand on his shoulder. "Listen, you can't let anyone know about who you are, even if you're staying here for a month or two. You can't tell anyone, not even your fiance. You gotta be a lady, we've practiced this already now no one knows," America whispered.

He hugged Germany for a short time before letting go. "Take care," America said and went in the carriage. As the carriage went further the doors shut. "Lyamora, we will escort you to your room," USSR said. Germany nodded and held Russia's arm as they went deeper into the mansion.

Finally they all arrived in front of a door that made Russia look in disbelief. "Блать," Russia mumbled quiet enough for only Germany to hear.

"Lyamora. As of now you are an unofficial member of our family, thus we welcome you," USSR said and opened the door. The room inside looks tidy and neat. There were also other belongings there.

"I'm sure Russia will help you fit in nicely," USSR said. "But my room!?" Russia exclaimed. "Russia, this is your fiancee. If you don't know how to share a room with her now, how will you do so when you're wedded," USSR stated.

Germany thought about the situation. Russia's reaction, USSR implying them sleeping, Russia yelling his room. It finally hit Germany.

He was sleeping with Russia.