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26 | partners in crime

🇩🇪: male
🇷🇺: male
fluff??? maybe angst???? idk
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        "it's about time you got here, twink." russia snarled as he leaned on the doorframe of his small soundproof apartement.

         the tricolored countryhuman in front of him said nothing except glared at him, pushing past him and inviting himself into the building. it's not like he would have been invited in anyway, it was quite clear that neither of them wanted to work together.

          but , the offer made by their mutual employer was hard to turn down. a few million dollars for hacking into certain government documents and extracting data that was not for them to have or know, was quite temptating, to say the least. the problem was that hacking was more of a one person job, yet america insisted that this specific assignment needed two characters - his two best contacts.

        germany didn't consider himself a hacker. he had convinced himself that he was more of a 'rebellious programmer and engineer', however he was known to take illegal jobs at times. unlike this russian guy, the aryan didn't hide his identity completely. people knew that he existed, even though they didn't really know anything else. the media had even come up with a name for the mysterious hacker; 'the devil's keyboard'. with all honesty, germany thought the name sounded cool. it didn't exactly fit his personality, but it did build him a specific kind of reputation.

        russia, on the other hand, was a complete ninja. his laptop had no IP address, and he had erased all of his personal records. he was a living ghost, breaking down entire countries, small manipulation by another. he was expensive, too, but america, his current client - much to his dismay, was willing to pay billions.

       there was still that one problem though - hacking is a one person job.

        "who the fuck do you think you are?" the slav growled quietly before slamming the door behind him. russia didn't like this guy. he watched suspiciously as his apparent partner in crime observed the environment. it was obvious that russia didn't bother cleaning up the place before he came, as empty vodka bottles were scattered around the floor along with some clothes and his precious ushanka.

       "hm,"

      "what."

      "i am not very impressed."

      "well this place wasn't made to impress you, jackass,"

      "what a way to speak to a guest. i don't know why, but i thought you might have some manners," the german snapped before turning around and impatiently opened his laptop on the small kitchen table.

      "i could say the same for you," the taller growled again before grumpily opening his laptop as well. russia snarled internally at his fellow country's sarcasm and snobbiness.

      the two knew nothing about each other, nor were they interested in finding out. there was an unspoken rule in the world of computer geniuses that you don't give out your identity, no matter what. this rule especially applied for law breakers, since if they weren't careful enough, they could be easily tracked and arrested on the spot.

       they started working in silence, not saying a word to each other. the only thing tha could be heard were russia's speakers blasting out some pop music in russian on full volume.

       "could you turn down the damn music? i'm trying to focus here, and so should you," germany said irritably, the russian's lack of care for anything started to get on his nerves.

       "i could." the taller began, taking a long swig from his bottle of alcohol before continuing. "but i won't,"

       "fuck you,"