Bride to Be (Rusger)

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Germany couldn't pay attention to whatever was going on around him. The people staring at him. The pastor. The other siblings behind him. It was just the man in front of him. He couldn't help but feel his face redden. It was just so hard to process. Being happy was just a very foreign feeling. He scolded himself internally. He couldn't break his posture now. Not now.

Everyone was there. America, France, UK, USSR and Russia's siblings. Germany didn't have any friends to invite but America, France and UK sure did. France even suggested one of his female friends to be the maid of honor for Germany or his friend's children as the flower girl and such. But he knew who would fit right in the spot. Belarus and Kazakhstan stood behind Germany, happily. The children sitting at the front after walking down the carpet throwing flowers here and there. Ukraine behind Russia as his best man. Truth be told, Russia didn't plan on making him his best man but Germany insisted.

His lips were curving to a small smile which he tried his best to hide. He hoped it didn't look weird or awkward especially since the tall man in front of him seems to be holding back a laugh. In truth, it really looked cute but it's not like he would ever acknowledge that. He nearly jumped when Russia said "I do." He was so distracted he hadn't realized it was his turn to reply the same.

"Do you, Lyamora, swear to stay faithful and grateful to your lawfully wedded husband, Russia, to stay by his side and always supportive towards him, til death do you part?"

"I-"

"-Don't think so."

Everyone looked at the USSR in confusion, who had stood up from his seat. "Папа, what are you doing?" Russia questioned. "What I should've done if I wasn't so naive," USSR replied.

Before anyone could say a thing, Germany fell to the ground. No one could've processed what had happened so fast in a short amount of time, but all Russia knew was that he had to fight. In an instant he punched his father, knocking him a step back.

The siblings rushed to Germany and tried to help him up. After Russia's hit, USSR laughed. Russia still stood his ground while Germany stood weakly as the siblings helped him. "Will you still be willing to fight for a fucking n*zi, Россия?" USSR questioned. Germany looked in shock and horror. He knew.

"Germany's not like that," Russia protested. "So you knew as well?" USSR asked.

Germany looked behind USSR, America seemed unamused. UK and France, however, had a different reaction. Germany looked back at Ukraine, Belarus and Kazakhstan. "You need to get out of here, you and the kids," Germany whispered to the three. "What do you mean? What's going on?" Belarus asked but they all quickly shut up when the father and son exchanged fists in a quick pace. "Please! They shouldn't be seeing this," Germany begged, glancing at the younger siblings that stared in shock at the fight.

Ukraine nodded, "Come on, we have to take care of the kids first." Ukraine quickly rushed the children away, Kazakhstan and Belarus doing the same. Of course, the siblings weren't the first to get the idea. People scrambled towards the exit. The priest, who felt he needed to do something, did nothing but watch the fight in front of him as he prayed to the lord they would stop. But Germany knew better.

When they all exited the venue, Germany sighed in relief but quickly yelped as he felt something heavily fell behind him. He turned to see Russia on the floor, bruised face and a bit of blood drooling from his mouth. The preist kneeled down to him making sure he was alive. Germany wanted to do the same but was grabbed by the neck to face a slightly bruised USSR.

"No wonder you tried to defend the Bastard," USSR stated and gripped Germany's neck tighter. He clawed at the hand that was strangling him with ease. "I may not have been the one to pull the trigger when your father died, but I'll be the one to wring your neck," USSR smirked, tightening his grip once more. Germany gagged and choked, he tried to breath, to scream, but all he could do was cry and coughed out weak sobs.

France slammed a chair to the Russian's back, barely making him flinch. He looked back to face the Frenchman who held the partially broken chair. "Sick Bastard. LET HIM GO!" France demanded and swung the chair again but was caught by USSR's free hand. As France was about to let go of the chair, USSR pushed the chair back, causing the Frenchman to lose balance and fall with the chair on top of him.

He groaned then grunted as a foot pressed the chair above him. "After that prick invaded you, you still want to defend his son?" USSR chuckled. "H-He's not... his f-father!" The French tried to protest but it was hard to breath with two weights on him. USSR looked back at the choking mess on his hand.

Germany was already pale, his hands trying to pry the large one was growing weaker. He couldn't keep going for long. The man might actually break his neck with a single bare hand.

Then a gunshot.

Germany gasped and coughed as he fell to the ground. He could finally breath again but it won't be long til he passes out. He saw the man that almost killed him turned around with a bleeding gun wound on his chest.

"Did you really think I planned that this wedding wouldn't have any security because I didn't want it to look like some military?"

Another shot.

"You..!"

Another shot.

"Jeez, that's already three and you're still standing."

Another shot.

USSR kneeled, his body couldn't take anymore shots.

"Bye bye!"

And with that a final shot to the head.

USSR fell and Germany could hear footsteps coming closed until it was right in front of him. "Thanks for the help," America said and Germany finally closed his eyes.