Bride to Be (Rusger)

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"What the hell are you doing?"

"What?"

"Do you know how you look like sitting like that?" America questioned, looking at how uncomfortable Germany looked.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Germany replied trying to adjust his sitting position for the 15th time since they got on. They had left USSR's estate a half an hour ago and Germany had to endure his throbing ass for the next 3 hours. Just his luck. He never expected Russia to be so big.

"Been a month and a half and it's already enough to get you uncomfortable around me?" America laughed. "Whatever. At least I don't have to wear these stupid dresses," Germany stated. "Well the only clothes you'll be getting are women clothings so unless you plan on going nude," America said. "I'm not even around them anymore! Why do I have to wear a dress even with my limited freedom!?" Germany questioned.

"Some Russian soldiers been going around my territory. They've been asking about you, everyday. I managed to get some of my men to get them off but they started going places that weren't too fond with law and morale," America informed. "You mean the shitty parts of your stupid land you left me in?" Germany scowled. "Bingo. That's why we'll be going around town a lot more often. Might even throw a ball in your name just to get your name around," America explained.

"Or maybe come up with a more believable story like, "Oh I actually left my daughter to rot when she was 13 and only decided to let her back in when we planned a wedding," Ja?" Germany scoffed. "You crazy? That sounds terrible," America commented. "America, that was literally 95% truth and the only lie bought it is that I'm your daughter and a girl," Germany explained. "Yeah, true. But it's giving us a bad image," America complained.

Germany chuckled. 'Image'. Of course that was what worried America the most. That's what those with higher class always do. Make sure the look perfect in the naked eye and then they're disgusting self when it's turned. Germany hated that.

"Oh! We could give you back half your father's land back," America stated. Germany's eyes widened and he quickly looked back at America with disbelief. "Surprised? Take it as a little wedding gift. An early wedding gift," America said. "Why only half?" Germany questioned looking skeptical. "I don't have the other half. That's with USSR. He might have already given it to one of his kids," America explained. Germany sighed and nodded. At least he could regain half of his home. He'll have to be patient to gain the other half.

"America, why did you lie to them?" Germany asked which caught America's attention, "Couldn't you find another way to settle this? Did it really have to be a marriage?" America chuckled and smirked, "Because we're not planning on getting along anytime soon. When you get married, the USSR will have to cooperate with us. I'll drain him out of his resources and economy. He'll break. He'll die." "And the other's who will be affected? His offsprings? His people?" Germany questioned. "Who knows, maybe they'll die. Maybe they'll live to suffer in prosperity and starvation. Most likely the latter for his kids," America stated.

"Why do you need to be so cruel to them?" Germany pouted and looked away. At first there was a pause, then Germany felt his face being forcefully moved. America smirked at Germany's surprise that quickly turned into a disgusted look. "I don't like communists, Germany. And if I'm not mistaken, you're growing on them," America said. He leaned closer to Germany's ear, his smirk never fading.

"What if I kill you now? Will you change your mind about those pigs?" America cooed. "You're disgusting," Germany managed to say despite having his cheeks held so tightly. "Then when this is over, I'll kill every single one of those scum in front of you. Let's see how much you'll beg," America chuckled.

"Get off me!" Germany exclaimed, gripping on America's shoulder and trying to push him off. America laughed and let go of Germany's face. He leaned back with his smirk still there. "I'm just kidding, Germany. You drama queen. I don't care if you like them or not, they'll never accept you for who you are anyways," America said.

That's right, America didn't know Germany told Russia. Russia... He wouldn't tell anyone right? After last night, there was no way he could tell USSR, could he? ....Was telling USSR maybe for the best..? Would Germany be glad Russia told USSR? To spare him from America's cruel plan. No, he wouldn't be the slightest bit glad. In fact, he'd feel used all over again. Used. Did Russia really loved him as much as he did?

"Germany, we're here."

Germany looked back at America then at the carriage door that opened. Had he dozed off for that long? Of course America exited first, then Germany followed shortly after. On top of the stairs was UK and France who had waited for their arrival.

When the two met with the couple up the stairs, they were both greeted. Of course, Germany couldn't help but feel a bit confused. "Don't take this personally. We're just being nice because the man said you deserved it," UK grumbled. "UK!" The man scolded. "It's ok, France. I prefer him as the rotten woman she is," Germany insulted and entered the building without looking back.

It was just the way he remembered. Nothing changed at all. The room he had previously stayed it was just as tidy as he left it and untouched. He was back. But he wouldn't call it home. Not with people like them, though the French may be decent.

He undid his hair and changed himself to a more suitable dress. He'd prefer some pants but apparently America wasn't joking about the women clothings. It sucked but he had already gotten used to it.

As he was about to get on the floor, he remembered what Russia had always told him. What he always gets scolded for. Though it had only been a few hours since he last saw him, he missed the idiot. He laid on his bed, hugging his pillow as if he was that someone he wished would be there. That place was so much better than there. More friendly, lively, nice, somewhere Germany would call home.