Bride to Be (Rusger)

-4-

Germany groaned when he felt light trying to burn through his eyelids. For some reason it was so difficult to get up. It felt as if he wanted to stay asleep for all eternity. A blissful euphoria. It felt so new to him since he usually got up easily. Especially since he's sleeping on the floor.

Floor? Was the floor always so soft and warm?

Germany opened his eyes to see he was indeed on a bed. He quickly sat up and looked at where he last remembered sleeping on. On the floor, Russia was sleeping uncomfortably with his spare blanket and pillow.

Germany sighed, as he could only assume Russia switched places while he was asleep. He got up from the bed and kneeled down to Russia.

"Russia, dummkopf, get up," Germany said and shook Russia gently. "Hhmmmnggg, my back hurts. I don't want to get up...." Russia quickly dismissed. "That's why I'm telling you to get up and sleep on your bed!" Germany explained and tried pulling Russia's arm up.

"Alright, alright. I'm up," Russia stated and sat up. "Don't you want to sleep on something softer, Russia?" Germany asked. As an answer, Russia stood up and fell onto his bed. He continued sleeping soundly. Germany sighed and looked at the time.

5:30 am. Early enough.

Germany went over to a recently added wardrobe filled with women clothings. He still couldn't believe he had to wear the undergarments as well. He took a towel and some clothes. He didn't bother telling the sleeping Russian and left the room.

He went to where he remembered was the bathroom from his tour yesterday with Russia. He went in to a dry bathroom, meaning to say it wasn't used before he came. He locked the door and proceeded on his shower.

By the time he was done with his shower. Someone banged on the door. The banging didn't stop and it was getting on Germany's nerves. He quickly wrapped himself with his towel and slowly opened the door wide enough to show his face.

"What!? Would it hurt you that much to-"

Germany paused as he stared at the man infront of him. It was Ukraine.

"Oh god, I... I'm so sorry, I thought you were Russia," Ukraine quickly said and averted his gaze from Germany. "See he's usually awake an hour ago and take these long baths just to annoy me so I thought you were him," Ukraine explained.

Germany quickly closed the door and locked it. "I-It's fine. Give me a moment," Germany replied and went to get his clothes. After a while, Germany opened the door. "Sorry again, Lyamora," Ukraine said. "It's fine. I understand. Siblings fight a lot," Germany said. "We don't all fight. Some of us get along quiet well," Ukraine explained. "That's good to hear. I'll be off then. My towel is the one on the back right," Germany said and left to go back to his shared room.

When the door opened, Germany caught Russia startled but quickly calmed down afterwards. "Haven't you heard of knocking?" Russia groaned in his half asleep state. "I didn't even slam the door open!" Germany giggled and closed the door. He sat on the floor with his back leaning onto the bed.

"What are you doing?" Russia questioned as he sat up slowly. "You know I wouldn't care if you sat on the bed, right?" Russia stated and looked at Germany. "I spent long enough on your bed. You deserve all the space you need," Germany answered.

"I don't know why you insisted on staying on the floor. It's terrible," Russia commented as he stretched his back. "You get used to it when you've done it too many times," Germany replied. "What the hell is wrong with your family? Sometimes you tell the good in them and others its like they abused you," Russia pointed out. Germany only laughed at him while Russia only stared in confusion. "It does sound like that, doesn't it?" Germany mumbled softly.

"You're unpredictable. Come, sit," Russia said as he scooted away to give Germany space. "No, I like it down here," Germany protested. "Well, I don't and I'm not about to do your hair on the floor," Russia complained.

Germany realized his long hair wasn't tied as it usually was but it wasn't too messy either. Germany sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. He heard a drawer open and the bed shifted. Russia started gently combing Germany's hair. He did so with care as he made sure he didn't pull Germany's hair too hard.

"You're surprisingly good at this," Germany commented. "To be honest, I've always wanted to grow my hair out. Not as long as your's though. But I never told my father so he always had me cut it. So I usually groom my sisters' hair instead," Russia replied. "So now you have a new test subject?" Germany joked. Russia let out a chuckle and reached to the drawer to get a rubber band.

"Oh no, you are not doing my hair with that! Do you do this to your sisters too!?" Germany exclaimed. "They don't like they're hair tied. Let's say you're my first," Russia said. "NONONONONO! Use a hairnet or a ribbon, dummkopf!" Germany exclaimed. "Oh noooo, I can't hear youuuuuu," Russia stated sarcastically and proceeded to pull on Germany's hair. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"Doesn't look too bad," Russia said as he looked at his work. Germany only whimpered at how tangled and stuck his hair would be after this. "Don't be like that. You look great," Russia said and pulled a mirror from the drawer go show Germany. Russia held the mirror in front of Germany and pulled the braid over his shoulder. It was a neat fishtail braid that looked very impressive for a man's first time braiding someone.

"Oh my God..." Germany mumbled under his breath as he stared in disbelief. "It's... really beautiful," Germany commented with his mouth agape. "You think so?" Russia asked, even though he knew the answer very well. "Yeah! Russia, you're amazing! I don't think I could even do this!" Germany reassured. Russia felt proud and chuckled at Germany's astonishment.

"Does that mean I can be your personal hairdresser?" Russia joked. "Oh, definitely!" Germany agreed.