Hello!
This is the first oneshot to start this sort of collection for 1000 reads.
They all have a common theme, that being that they are set during rain or a storm. I wanted to do one for each established couple in here, yes that means two for Russia and France, as well as Scotland and Ireland.
Anyone else notice how Russia x France was something I didn't even know a few months back and now has the most chapters in this book... oh well.
If you have any questions let me know, I'll try my best to explain.
This one set in the same world as "Coffeeshop" and "Away from the party". It is set after the events in coffeeshop took place, which is set a long time after away from the Party.
You do not have to read either of those to understand this one! Their just in the background of coffeeshop and away from the Party is set countless years earlier...
Have fun reading!
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Thunder rolled over the hills outside, the city was quiet, everything was closed and everyone was home. German and Russian Empire had finished eating and cleaning up about an hour ago. Russian Empire was sitting by the big windows in their living room, a lamp illuminated the space around him and especially his canvas in front of him. The painting was almost finished, but German Empire never seemed to notice that he'd been modeling for it for weeks now. He'd learned that his lover didn't like him looking at his unfinished pieces, so the canvas always faced out the window and he left it alone. Russian Empire had his own art room, he just didn't use it much, as he liked the silent company.
He'd started this piece a whole month ago, got sick in between and had a lot to do. Safe to say it was quite a neglected little thing.
He wanted to see just how long he could use his beloved historical 'roommate' as a model till the other actually noticed or moved too much for him to use.
German Empire sat still as a statue when he read a book, a little light next to his couch gave him enough light to read and the Russian enough to draw details.
Lightning and thunders danced beautifully on the otherwise black night sky, making Russian Empire jump and German Empire look up from his book. Their eyes met, only for a moment. Both returned to their activities as the clouds continued to shower the world beneath them with rain.
A peaceful hour passed, only little interruptions through lightning and thunder took place, otherwise no one but the paintbrush and pages moved.
Russian Empire was finished, he'd painted everything he could clearly see in the current light and moved to stand up and wash his brushes. German Empire's gaze lingered on him as he moved towards him. Though he was stopped by a strong arm that wrapped around his waist once he came into reach and pulled him closer. In an instant German Empire had grabbed his shirt's collar and gently pulled him down into a slow and delicate kiss. Only for a second, then he was on his way again and German Empire emerged back in his book's pages. He cleaned his brushes and palette carefully, these things aren't cheap after all, and brought them back to his art supply cart in the living room. German Empire's eyes lingered on him for a moment again. His own looked over his work and compared it to his reference. He was very satisfied with his improvements and the recent years of exercising were becoming quite noticeable in his works. He would add the last details in a few days, give it a protective sealing and then hang it up somewhere. Tomorrow would be a slow day, it would still pour out there and not a lot of people were fans of trying to get a delicate bouquet, or water sensitive book home during a storm. German Empire knew that too, or else he would have gone to sleep already. The space next to him on the large couch looked tempting, very tempting. A woolen blanket laid folded on the other end and it all just seemed to call out to him. So he did what came naturally and claimed his place on the couch. German Empire just held up his arm as he rolled himself into the blanket and wiggled into a comfortable, half curled up position on the couch and laid his head and right hand on the German's thigh.
Said German always enjoyed these times in their days. He just continued to read his book while his right hand was now occupied in the other's hair.
He combed through his hair with gentle motions. Tracing circles and little patterns on his scalp. Untangling a few little knots in the short strands. Only occasionally lifting it away to flip his page and receiving a warning squeeze on his thigh.
Time ticked on, the squeezes on his thigh were getting weaker and weaker, the time between him flipping the pages longer and longer. A long yawn ripped his hand away from the Russian's head for a good ten seconds and when he didn't get any response for it he looked down to find him sound asleep on his lap. He couldn't help the content smile that spread over his face as he looked at him. He put his bookmark in, glanced at the clock, almost one in the morning, and put his book away.
Russian Empire grumbled half asleep as he was slowly picked up and his lover turned off the light, heading to their bedroom. He buried his face into his chest and groaned as a small chuckle jostled him. They entered their bedroom and German Empire put him down on his side of the bed, then flipped the covers over him and went to close the door. Russian Empire got comfortable again, grumbling to himself to let his lover know of his displeasure at being woken again and waited for the German to finally lay down. Under his own covers of course, the man was, the only exception being his hands, notoriously colder than the Russian, who was always warm but had practically freezing hands. In the end they laid close to one another with German Empire scratching Russian Empire's head again and both falling asleep in a matter of minutes.
Even the raging storm couldn't disturb their shared calm.