Let's drink vodka and fight bears[USSR x UK]

Fall of the British Empire

The man was sipping on his glass of water, his breath hitch insanely hard, his red pupils shaking madly. He hugged his chest, clinging on it as if he was going to die.

And he is.

The small child watches in pure fear as his father gulped on water, but throwing up what looks like blood. He went dialing an ambulance, but his father's sudden cough caught his attention as the man stumbled to the ground, unconscious. He gasped loudly, run and kneeled down shaking the unconscious man on the hard ground. His cries got louder and louder, some running could be heard on other floors, his brother shout at him what's wrong, but they only stood dumbfounded at the end of the hall.

Hot tears rolled down his eyes, he screamed at his brothers to come, he beg for his father to wake up. The boy with sunglasses didn't move but shakily call the hospital, but it was all too late. The man didn't breath anymore.

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UK sat on a bench at a park, he stared at the sky in a come-what-may manner, his face was emotionless. It had been a week since his father's death, and his colonies soon broke out and on their own way, burned down the British's castle, and they might be following the king's sons. But he didn't care anymore, he have to move on like his brothers did.

But he wanted to die.

His memories hit him like cold water, staring wide eyes at his father's death wasn't something casual for anyone, but there he is, knowing part of the reasons, lost all his 'royal friends' in that school, America and Canada disappeared not long ago, Scotland and England left without a word, North Ireland and Wales still study at that high class school. But him, he wasn't sure what to do or where to stay now.

"Maybe I should jump in to that lake."

He thought out loud and rolled his eyes over the lake not so far from the bench. He stood up, stretched his arms and hear a loud crack coming from the street. There stood a tall male whose flag was blood red, with a single golden star, he was carrying a bag with some stuff, probably from the not do far away supermarket. They stared at eachother for quite a long time until the taller male broke eye contact and let out a cough.

"Sorry, I startled you?"

The other man blinked a few times, a guilty face was seen from him. UK shook his head and sit down again. The other seemed confuse, and the curiosity killed a cat.

"Hey, why are you here? Not like everyone will be here at...uh...9 p.m."

He sat next to the UK, put his bag of stuffs on the other side and look down at the other. The smaller only stared down, saying nothing.

UK wasn't sure if this guy is one of his father's colonies, or, have fought his father once, so he choose to stay silence, if the man realised, maybe he wouldn't have been here anymore longer.

"You looked a lot like British Empire. I know why you choose to ignore me. Your father once help France to colonised me. I'm that weakling everyone talking about. The name's Vietnam."

He said with an unamused tone, but show nothing like he would love some killing amd revenge stuff. UK was shocked as he guessed right, so he uncertainly look at the other male. He didn't dared saying anything. UK knows Vietnam so well, he once fought will America and won, then he took France down, the same goes to his father's little help to France. He wasn't any weaklings, but a threat to UK. The communist always brought with surprised.

But the man seemed some what friendly, he couldn't even trust himself.

"So...I can see you're lonely as hell, yeah?"

The UK nodded, tiredly.

"Then come to my place, I'll help you."

"Why would you help me?"

This surprised Vietnam, no one had ever refused his offer, and if there is, they'll either be his old enemy or that Chinese jerk. He chuckled lowly, pating at the smaller's head.

"Why wouldn't I? Now let's go before Cuba and China murder eachother."

He joked, and successfully gained a grin from the other. UK accepted his offer and followed the man all way 'home'.

Though he couldn't stay with him. He knew so well what's gonna happen.

He couldn't trust the communist.

"My bos-- I mean my friend won't be home tonight, so maybe you can sleep with us?"

"Thank you for your offer, but I can't. I have a...home to go back and...and maybe I'll meet you another time?"

He smiled weakly, Vietnam only sighed.

"Then leave after dinner, I know you haven't eaten anything."

He nodded, and they arrived at a mansion. And bloody queen that was huge.

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So...this based nothing on history except that Vietnam once attacked by France and Britain helped France. My friend told me that so I immediately write it down. It's...quite fun to see such smol country so strong and brave. Sooooooooo he's my baby boi now.

So have a great day, my friends.

_Elliott