Germany would rather ingest cyanide than admit Russia's presence is his biggest comfort and soother no matter what and where (and whatever he mood may be), but the fact remains that it is.
Germany's kisses are treasures in themselves, the soft pressure of lips against forehead; Russia often wishes he were special enough to receive that honor - what he doesn't know though, was that he has received that honor, more than once...he's just too scared of Belarus, and Germany's too afraid and stubborn to enlighten him on it.
Russia's eyes are like a poisonous cold violet - unforgiving and unrelenting and cruel - yet for him, they soften just a little and let him witness the gentle, sweet young boy he once was.
Germany admits to him that pain is an understatement in describing how he felt about betraying his best friend Italy; Russia rubs his back and tells him that he merely wishes he'd been there to help him through the agony.
Russia's tone is low and scolding as he checks him over, yet the gentleness of his large hands as he checks his injured shoulder and the way his bangs ever so slightly shadow his eyes make him smile, because it tells him that he's worried about him.
Germany thought it was nothing more than a whimsical notion of his, a concotion in that crafty mind that would fade with age, yet when he lies there with Russia in his bedroom, the aching, almost relieved tenderness in his eyes makes him reconsider.
He's so wasted that Germany has to carry him home and put him to bed, yet his violet eyes are oddly clear when he asks him to stay with him so he doesn't have to be alone.
As a country, true happiness is a foreign concept, yet with Germany, the contentment Russia feels comes pretty damn close.
9. War III
They are on the brink of perhaps the greatest war in the history of the world, yet as Germany watches him leave for America, all he can think about is the war between his head and heart.
It was an old, childish act, yet the way Russia gently and teasingly tugged his earlobe reassured the German of his well being more than words ever could.
He's stood before the darkest torture without flinching, yet it is the way the German whispers his name in the afterglow of their lovemaking that manages to bring Russia trembling to his knees.
For a deadly, cold nation, there is something about the way he moves and watches the world (especially him) with those dark eyes that sends shivers down his spine, and once again, Germany finds himself wondering just what those eyes would look like smoldering
with passion and need (for him, even if he won't admit it).
Russia threatened to kill him if he ever betrayed him again, yet what he didn't say was that if he did kill him, he'd follow the German into the abyss, figuratively and literally.
Germany often liked to think about plotting ways to discover just how flexible Russia was.
In Russia, betrayl was not tolerated, and it hurt the Russian more badly than he cared to admit when Germany flinched from his touch.
Germany finally crumbled, calling himself a poor excuse for a country and wishing that he could redo everything. In the darkness of the night, Russia could only rub his back and whisper words of love in his native tongue.
When they were young, Russia had believed in soul mates and forever friendship, whereas Germany had believed that once you hit a certain age, romance was impossible; somehow, they'd still managed to work well together.
For a big guy, he sure could move fast, whether it's in the heat of battle, or running like hell from his sister when she catches him on a date with the German.
Winds of change brought the two closer together.
He'd thought breaking his ties with Russia, yet his heart felt oddly constrained every time he thought of the violet-eyed male, and that binding only increased when he saw him again with China.