Disclaimer: Not mine. The End.

Author's Note: This little setlist of drabbles is the fault of two people. One of which is my roommate, who is responsible for subjecting me to Hetalia in the first place. The second is TwistedGoth, who this is dedicated to, for launching me headlong into RusGer. I had no OTP before Zachem Ya. I can't seem to say enough about how much I enjoy your writing in reviews. So this seems like the next best thing. There's not a lot of this pairing that I can find, through my obsessive searches that is. So I am compelled to make more. It does little to pacify my craving. (I still can't find a good Russia to play with on tumblr.) I'm planning about ten of these little things, with three written already.

This is all your fault, TwistedGoth. Hopefully these aren't terrible.

Sixth Sense

At least it was a nice enough day out to lay around outside like this. It could be worse, Ludwig supposed. It could be raining, or a terrible snowstorm that would have prevented him from going anywhere near the door in the first place; morning jog be damned. He was still warmed up from adrenaline and his running that the cold concrete actually felt good.

" Lyudya..."

Ludwig open his eyes, a hand coming up to block the sunlight that peeked through the morning clouds. But he needn't have bothered. There was a large shadow sparing him from the glare already. A large shadow with a customary smile." Ivan...What are you doing here? You're supposed to be on a plane to Moscow."

" Da." The Russian had his hands in his coat pockets as he continued to smile down at him. " Just like you are supposed to be in bed where I left you an hour ago. That is where you should be resting, not here."

Guilt churned in his stomach as he could no longer hold the intense violet gaze above him any longer. The older nation almost sounded amused. Almost. He looked to the chain-link fence off to the right instead. " I couldn't."

" Were you missing me already?"

Ludwig snorted. He wasn't blushing. He wasn't. " You were coming back in two days."

Ivan dropped down to a crouch next to him; glancing over him in a quick inspection. Ludwig knew he was in trouble already. He wondered if this was going to fall under the good luck of today or bad. It was only a matter of time before he found out now. " What have you done to yourself, Lyudya?"

" It's not as bad as it looks!" He didn't have to look up to know the smile was gone and replaced by a brooding look instead. The damn guilt was eating up his adrenaline rush. Now he could feel the pain again. Still, he leaned up somewhat to look down at his leg. Down to where his sweatpants were tattered around hastily bandaged, bloodied flesh and the grass shined red. Down to where Ivan was looking now. " It's just a flesh wound. There was a dog caught in the fence. It belonged to someone but it's so early, no one would know he was in trouble until later. He was going to hurt himself, I couldn't just leave him there."

The Russian's gaze switched to his and he was held captive for a few seconds. Stormy violet regarded him sharply as his words were being processed. Then Ivan grunted and looked over to the fence. " I should uproot that post and break your other leg. Maybe then you would stay put, da?"

Ludwig gave a breathless little smile and covered his eyes with his arm. Damn dog bite really was starting to become more of throbbing pain than a nagging burn. He wasn't sure whether or not Ivan was joking. Or whether or not Ivan even knew if Ivan was joking. " Please don't."

He was still focusing on the fence. " How long were you going to lay here without help?"

" Not long. It's bandaged, the bleeding stopped. I was just resting before I went home." It sounded easier than it actually ended up being. As soon as he put pressure on that leg to stand, pain lit up the whole appendage. He wasn't even standing straight before his left leg gave out.

" Bozhe moi..." Luckily, or not depending on how one were to look at it, Ivan caught him before he hit the ground again. Before the blond could even begin to protest this treatment, he was fully swept up in both those powerful arms." You should not be walking on this, Lyudya."

Instinctively, Ludwig had grabbed onto the older nation's shoulders. But once he realized just what had happened, he turned just as scarlet as the grass at their feet. " N-Nein! Ivan! Put me down!"

" Don't struggle, dorogaja..." He may as well have said nothing for as much attention Ivan paid to him. He was already walking back the way he had come with absolutely no care to how they looked: a large, intimidating looking man carrying a slightly smaller, definitely redder blond man bridal style.

Ludwig tried his best to just die of shame in the Russian's arms. " This is so undignified!"

" Would you rather I drag you instead?" Ivan was smiling again. But this time he knew. That was not a joke. That was a threat.

So he settled down and folded his arms. Not to pout, of course, just to be unhappy. " How did you even know where I was? I had not been gone that long that anyone would have worried." A thought suddenly occurred to him, and it was out of his mouth before he could stop it. " Is there a tracking device on me?"

Ivan chuckled and shifted his weight in his arms to plant a quick kiss on top of his head. " I am not really sure myself...I just had this feeling, I guess. In my head or my heart or something. I couldn't shake it. I had to come to you. Nothing else mattered at the time. I just knew you needed me."

Those words made Ludwig forget his shame. At least at the way they looked to anyone who might be peeking out their windows this morning. His face felt so hot, he knew it was probably as red as both their flags. He didn't feel bad about halfway hiding it against the older nation's shoulder as he was carried. " You missed your flight. Are you going to get in trouble with your boss or your co-workers?"

Ivan laughed outright. " It is my plane. It leaves when I say it leaves. They will adjust." And that was that. It didn't leave room for the blond to feel guilt for the Russian's appearance. " Your heart is too big, Lyudya. You have a bad habit of being attracted to dangerous things..."

Translations:

Lyudya - Diminituve form of Ludwig.

Bozhe moi - My goodness, oh my, oh my god, etc.

Dorogaja - Something like sweetheart, honey, dear.