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perhaps, this is in bad taste

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@lunacurse you could! what I was thinking with these prompts being so broad was that anyone could interpret it different! could slip in some atla Aus, could make "earth" to be Matt and Ivan looking at the planet from space, could have "cosmos" be Matt and Ivan stargazing!

so long as you clearly are getting inspiration from the word, it's fair game!

sup! I'm thinking the prompts will be element based bc they're pretty broad and you can do a lot with them!

earth

sky/cloud/wind

cosmos/space

fire

water

ice

nature

feedback appreciated!

I'm personally gunning for March 14th again but it could be later

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sup! I'm thinking the prompts will be element based bc they're pretty broad and you can do a lot with them!

earth

sky/cloud/wind

cosmos/space

fire

water

ice

nature

feedback appreciated!

I'm personally gunning for March 14th again but it could be later

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but seriously, I think 2021 ruscan week died bc it was like, me, @bogbees being the only person in the tag at the time so it was just. HM.

if we wanna do it again for the same dates, which, oughta be the case, I'm gonna need some prompts.........

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MAM COME BACK FOR 2022 PLS 😭😭😭

I just might

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Hi! I still wanted to do the events but had a lot of unexpected stuff come up, can I still submit them for later after the event ends?

Yeah! like, it's still a prompt right, it can be used any time! Just mention that it was intended for Ruscan Week and it'll get put up here!

On that note, the mod has also been suffering from real life getting Busy so that's why it hasn't been updated in a while, sorry guys!

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ruscan week day 2! Cmon Mattie you’re immortal you gotta learn how to use a camera sometime

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RusCan Week 2021 Domestic

Canada swirled tea around in his cup, who knew Russia was a tea enthusiast? He was nearly as obsessed as England, perhaps even more so. Their Dates in Russia’s home were often domestic and kept to his house, it was a shame really. Canada had half a mind to wallop everyone in power with his hockey stick until they gave all Queer people equal rights and protections. Russia however seemed strangely terrified to oppose his bosses, so here they both were in the closet. Canada sighed and sipped his sugary tea, Russia practically would put more sugar than water in there, and jam! It was good, but very strange when you’re not expecting it.

Russia looked at him concerned, “you’re making a face, are you thinking about something?”

Canada smiled and shook his head, he wouldn’t confess to having thoughts of overthrowing Russia’s government just to see the man feel safe in his own home, no, he was Canada, the poster child of kindness and polite behavior, “it was nothing. I was just thinking about whether you loved Vodka or tea most.”

Russia smiled softly, he took Canada’s hand in his own and spoke gently, “they tie for fifth place before my family, my people and you in my heart.”

Russia delivered a deft kiss to the knuckles in a princely way. Canada nearly swooned by the gentle gesture, Russia had the soul of a romantic, and Canada was certainly charmed.

Canada gave a mirthful smile, “Gay.”

Russia squinted his eyes playfully at him, “you-“

Canada batted his eyes at him innocently, “me?”

Russia turned away with a light blush as Canada smirked triumphantly, got him.

Russia was so soft when you got past his tough guy exterior! It was Canada’s favorite pastime now to fluster him and push his buttons, and oh did he love doing that.

Canada grinned taking his win and deciding to give the big guy a break, “let’s put a movie on, I’ll make the snacks, can you get the blankets and pillows set up?”

Russia blinked processing the sudden topic shift but chuckled, “Sure, what are you feeling like watching?”

Canada hummed, “beauty and the beast.”

Russia nodded with a small smile, “I’ll see you in the living room, don’t be long my sunflower”

“I won’t,” Canada replied in a playful tone, “cuddle bear”.

Russia’s face lit up with a blush and as Canada marked another triumph flustering the man. Russia left the room quickly to hide his face, Canada smirked to himself as he began making popcorn. Most nights ended this way, and nearly each time they would fall asleep cuddled up with each other under the pillows and blankets. This was perfect, who knew he would find perfection with Russia.

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Ruscan Week Day 2: Tourist/Domedtic: When they visit each other, they taking pictures, buy post cards, and telling each other historical events, and folktales about each place. And at the end of the day they cuddle up on the couch and talk about the pictures and post cards.

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':] I am late

Anyway

Tourist / Domestic on March 15th: When visiting each other, are they out soaking in the cultural differences for the laughs, or are they just hanging out around the house.

They eat each other pancakes!  

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RusCan Week Day 2: Tourist/Domestic

Word Count: 1,216 (although Word, AO3, and my writing program are giving me different numbers and I'm not about to count the words by hand so this could be slightly off)

Summary: Matthew finally gets to meet his online boyfriend, but it ends up going very differently from what he had expected.

Matthew sat fidgeting in his chair, alternating between staring down the hallway and down at his third cup of coffee, because he couldn’t sit still and for whatever reason kept defaulting to going to the coffee stand across the way, and although it seemed like a good idea at the time he was starting to regret it now because it’s only made it harder to just relax and wait.

And he’d run his phone battery down half an hour ago, too, so he couldn’t distract himself with that. And he’d neglected to bring a book or any other sort of entertainment because he hadn’t thought it would take this long, and he refused to pay for the overpriced crossword books in the airport shops (although he was starting to reconsider that decision). At this point Matthew was pretty sure the only thing he could do to make this any worse would be to get himself kicked out of the airport.

Thankfully though, his battery had lasted long enough to receive the text from Ivan saying he would be landing any minute now, so he “wouldn’t have much longer to wait.”

“‘Any minute now’ my ass,” he muttered, before downing what was left in his cup and rising to go throw it away. On the way back to his seat he caved and stopped in the shop to the left of the coffee stand, buying a puzzle book and a pack of pens. Matthew usually considered himself to be a fairly patient person—after all, he’d grown up with Alfred without ripping his head off. But he’d never had a situation as exciting as this one probably ever in his life, and he’d been waiting for the past year to meet his boyfriend and wasn’t wanting to wait any longer.

While he was sitting there working on his puzzles, his mind started to wander. He’d thought about meeting his boyfriend a thousand times, and now that it was actually happening he wondered how it would go. Who would see the other first? Or would they see each other at the same time? Would it be like in the movies, where they run at each other and one scoops the other up and swings him around? Oh, he hoped so, he’d love to finally know what it feels like to have Ivan’s arms around him.

In the end it was Ivan who noticed him first, because Matthew was too busy with his puzzles and his thoughts to notice Ivan finally coming down the hallway and walking over to him, until he was standing right in front of him and Matthew had to crane his neck up just to see his face. Christ, he hadn’t realized Ivan was this tall.

Wait, holy shit that’s— “Ivan!” he yelled and leapt out of his seat to throw his arms around the other. Ivan laughed and hugged him back, and they stood there holding onto each other for a few moments until they realized they were standing in the middle of a public airport and people were starting to stare.

Matthew reluctantly let go but was delighted when Ivan moved his hands down to grasp his. He then looked up at Ivan—God, he really is a giant—and smiled, swinging their hands. He knew they had to leave the airport, but he didn’t want to let go of Ivan. Unfortunately, Ivan then made that decision for him, as he let go of Matthew a moment later so he could reach down to pick up his bags.

“Do you need any help with those?” he asked, mostly out of courtesy. Ivan could probably lift him over his head, judging by the size of his arms alone. He hadn’t realized how hard it is to tell how big someone is through a computer screen.

“No, I’ll be fine. How do we get out of here?” Ivan said, looking around, and Matthew grabbed his arm softly and started walking toward the exit.

It was a quiet walk to Matthew’s car, mostly because he didn’t know what to talk about, and judging by Ivan’s silence he figured he was in much the same situation. He loved that Ivan was here with him now, but he wasn’t really sure what to do other than just sit and enjoy the other’s presence.

When they got to the car Matthew unlocked it and popped the trunk, and he helped Ivan put his bags in even though he insisted Matthew didn’t have to. Then they got in the car and started the long drive back to Matthew’s house.

After a few minutes on the road Matthew looked over at Ivan, and he looked back and smiled. He could tell it was forced though, and Matthew frowned and looked back at the road.

“Hey, are you alright?”

Ivan chuckled lightly and turned to look out the windshield, and Matthew heard what sounded like him resting his head on the window. “Yes, just tired.”

Of course, Matthew thought. He’s just spent all day on a plane, of course he’s got jet lag.

“When we get home, you can take a nap if you’d like,” Matthew offered, and reached out his hand for Ivan to hold. Ivan thanked him, and after a moment he grabbed Matthew’s outstretched hand and squeezed it.

Another ten or so minutes passed before Matthew glanced over to see Ivan asleep, and the rest of the ride home was spent in silence. Not that he was complaining, Matthew thought Ivan was just as pretty asleep as he was awake, and he knew he needed the rest.

He honestly just found the whole situation kind of amusing. He’s spent the past year waiting to meet his boyfriend in person, imagining all the exciting things they’d get to do now that they’re really together, but instead Ivan’s asleep and they’ll probably end up spending the rest of the day napping together.

When they finally pulled into Matthew’s driveway, he got Ivan’s bags out of the trunk of his car and brought them to his room before he went to wake Ivan.

“Hey, big guy,” Ivan snorted at the name, and Matthew stifled a laugh in return. “how about we go lay down in bed? It’ll be way more comfortable than sleeping in a car.” Ivan nodded, and he followed Matthew into the house and then to his bedroom, where he saw his bags by the door.

“You brought my stuff inside?” He asked as they laid down in Matthew’s bed, and he hummed in confirmation.

“Yeah, I thought you’d want to just come in and go back to sleep.”

Ivan nodded, and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend as he moved over to lay next to him. “Thank you.”

Matthew hummed again and curled up in Ivan’s arms as they finally got settled. He was starting to feel tired as well, and figured the coffee was starting to wear off.

Eventually Ivan started to snore softly—cute, he thought—and smiled to himself. This might not have been how he planned his first day with Ivan going, but this was probably better than anything he could have imagined. And as he finally started to drift off, he thought about how happy he was that Ivan was finally here with him.

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Ruscan week day one! Colors!

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Ruscan week purple and Yellow

I looked at the blonde haired nation across from me, who only met my violent eyes with his own. It was too late to back down, I’d asked Canada to stay after the meeting, I had to do it. Ukraine had assured me of what to do, just be calm, be myself and don’t try to force him to like me back. She really emphasized that one. I ran my fingers over the coarse texture of golden envelope sealed with purple wax behind his back, my love confession written to perfection, or as close as I could make it.

I took a shaky breath, “Good, you stayed.”

I smiled, but inside I was panicking. I wanted to tell him how I felt, wanted to show him how much he meant to me. I don’t think I could write enough poems about his lavender eyes or hair that shined like sunlight. No, no words could capture the serene grace and beauty he exuded each moment.

Canada only looked back at me with a confused smile, “why wouldn’t I? I was surprised you wanted to see me, Is there something you needed Russia?”

I wanted to see him each day if I could help it, I nodded, letting the smile fall away as I inhaled deeply.

I pulled the letter out and handed it to him, “it’s for you.”

I watched him intently, not breaking my gaze away for a second, his eyes fell to the letter and his hand timidly reached for it.

Canada easily and gracefully peeled away the wax seal, and pulled a letter out. He pushed the glasses back into place on his bookish nose, and smiled as he read with a fond gaze,

I wanted to run away, do anything else, but his playful smile as he read each word from the heart called me to stay. What would I say to him? What would he think?

Canada folded the note back into the envelope, his eyes locked with mine. For a moment there was silence, I could hardly stand it before his hand reached up to cup my cheek. I felt my breath catch as he looked at me with a serious look, he asked me “Russia, do you really mean all this?”

I leaned in closer to him, separating us only by inches now, “every word,”

Canada didn’t recoil from me, he in-fact leaned in, my heart began to race as a warmth spread across my face, we were so close now, less than a hand away in fact, “how long have you felt this way?”

My thoughts felt scattered, simple and any semblance of a poet was gone and only replaced by stuttered “a, uh, long time, too long, I couldn’t think of anything else, and I felt myself spiraling as each time I thought I knew you, you would surprise me again, but in a good way! I saw your passion for sports, your strength and grace, and each day I would try to say something I couldn’t find the words, I...” I was rambling, this wasn’t good, I looked back into his eyes, “I... accidentally heard the way you told America I might not be so bad if he gave me a chance... from then on I’ve wanted to know you, and I... grew fonder, Canada... would you consider giving me a chance?”

Canada smiled at me in a way that looked almost sinful, “Russia, you’re...” he trailed off and nearly closed the gap between us as he spoke against my lips, “far too cute.”

My my eyes widened and heart squeezed as he leaned in, i closed my eyes as he delivered a soft kiss to my lips which I returned, albeit clumsily. It wasn’t something I’ve done often if I’m being honest, but Canada seemed skilled enough to make up for it. He pulled back and smiled kindly now, “you wanna get lunch with me? Let’s talk.”

My brain felt fried as a high pitch “O-Okay!” Escaped my lips, that was embarrassing! But Canada only took my hand and smiled at me, he looked at me knowingly, perhaps he took after France in romance, he wasn’t even nervous or shy in the slightest. Every gesture, expression and word felt like I was losing a battle to stay composed and he knew it.

(It’s a day late, oooups)

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RusCan Week Day 1: Yellow/Purple

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RusCan Week Day 1: Yellow/Purple

Word Count: 360

Summary: Matthew and Ivan have a conversation about the color of their walls.

“The yellow looks nice.” Matthew stopped painting and turned around to see his husband standing in the doorway. He smiled and held his hand out, beckoning Ivan closer, and he set the paint roller down so he could hug him when he was close enough.

“I told you it would,” Matthew said, resting his head on Ivan’s shoulder and holding softly onto his shirt. They stood there holding each other for a moment, and Ivan started swaying them softly and buried his face in Matthew’s hair. They’d both been busy the past few days with decorating their new house and he wanted a moment to be with his husband without them having to do anything.

Matthew smiled softly to himself turned his head to the side. “And you know what else would look nice?” he asked, and chuckled when he heard Ivan sigh. “Those pretty grey bed sheets we saw at IKEA that you wouldn’t let me get.” Ivan only squeezed him in response, and once Matthew realized Ivan wasn’t going to say anything, he lifted his head up and gave him a lighthearted frown.

“We have perfectly fine sheets here Dorogoy, there’s no need to buy new ones.” Ivan smiled and kissed his frown softly before turning to look at the wall Matthew had been painting. He’d started on it that morning while Ivan had been unpacking in the kitchen, and now at a quarter to noon he was halfway through the second wall.

“I thought you’d be done by now, you’re only painting a single room,” Ivan teased, and Matthew huffed and turned to face the wall to hide his smile.

“Painting takes time, you know this, you helped me paint the kitchen.”

Ivan responded by putting his hand over Matthew’s face and kissing the side of his head, and Matthew laughed and turned his face so he could kiss Ivan back.

When he pulled back, he looked up at Ivan, and leaned his head back to rest on his shoulder again. “I love you,” he murmured after a moment of silence.

Ivan squeezed him again and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “And I love you, too.”

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There was an attempt ;^; ....

Yellow / Purple on March 14th: Colours! Their hair, their eyes, the flowers associated with them, the warm sunrise or the cool sunset! 

I ... I literally just drew them in yellow and purple ... Sorry, no thoughts, head epmty

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And there isn't any strict rules for day completion! Like, if you post day three prompt on day four, it's still going to be reblogged! This is a rare pair, a fan event, there's no need to be fussy on details. We're here to have fun!

On that note, if the whole deadline thing is important, thinking "has the international date line been passed yet?" is a good judge for time!

You can tag as Ruscanweek or simply Ruscan, and with that tag, anything with a caption mentioning Ruscan Week will be reblogged!