So -cough- I made more RusGer (yay?) This is cheesy as fuck and I apologize for that but eh. The bus broke down and I got bored. Thus, this was born out of an hour and a half of waiting in a crammed, smelly metal box full of horny adolescents simply drowning in a cesspool of hormones. Inspiration comes in different forms and at weird times. I saw the opportunity and seized it. Don't ask how this is what came out of horny teens.
A cool breeze sifted the white curtains at the window, allowing a sliver of morning light to fall across naked limbs of the sleeping pair.
Ludwig's brows furrowed in distaste, his serene look quickly turning to one of annoyance as he turned away from the light. He frowned and pressed his cheek against the warm chest beneath him, taking a breath before opening his eyes.
The room was still cast in shadows but the wane light allowed sight. The German shifted from his position between Ivan's legs, careful not to wake his lover as he did so. He cautiously untangled their legs and settled himself by the Russian's side, throwing a quick glance at the alarm clock. It was already nine. He didn't have to work today anyway.
Blue eyes flicked back to the man at his side, his attention shifting solely to Ivan.
Light, pale fingers traced the still-sleeping Russian's brows, down his cheek and along his jaw gently. Ludwig stared down at the him in silent fascination. No matter how many times he'd woken to Ivan by his side, he was always captivated. From the Slav's round, child-like face. His strong arms and lean legs.
Entranced.
The way the light of the sun lit his pale hair a magnificent gold. How that soft gold ran through his fingertips when he brushed it back to deliver a chaste kiss to Ivan's temple.
The way those amethyst eyes held so many emotions when the rest of him could be a mere mask; Still and calm or dark and storming.
He loved how Ivan's calloused hands were perfectly fit to match his own when he laced their fingers together. They were always warm and inviting and sometimes content to just roam over every stretch of milky skin available, Ludwig's embarrassment be damned.
His kiss bruised lips slightly parted as he breathed softly, lost in slumber. Ivan's lips were soft. His voice was gentle. The Slav's laugh was music to his ears. The most beautiful smile that came so naturally...
It was hard to understand sometimes how anyone could feel fear towards the warm body sleeping so placidly beside him. Ivan had a large frame, yes, a way of intimidating without meaning to, but he also had a gentle nature, when he chose to show it. A perfect mixture of masculine and feminine.
Ivan was beauty in its rawest form.
It was unlike anything in the world. No one else could compete; no one else made the German feel remotely like Ivan did.
No one else.
He was sure of it.
Ivan was beautiful.
Ivan was every kind of beautiful.
A/N: Look! No spelling errors! :D /violently bricked
I tried, guys. You can't ask for much more.
Read and review, please! It'll let me know if I should post more of the cheesy shit I've got laying around. (Not limited to RusGer, mind you)