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

Him?

The sun quickly sets and Britain was on his way home, he was tired, frustrated and hungry, though he have no idea whether he should eat or not. Both are fine, to be honest. His first day at school was horrible. The party got cancelled because of the rain. And hell did he want to go home rather than waiting for it to stop, which took another 4 hours doing nothing but sitting alone while the others chatting. It didn't end well, and so would he.

But that's the story of another day, and he was thinking of meeting Vietnam. But what if China is also there? He heard rumors about the two dating but looking at how different they were, would Vietnam really fall for that wanker? He shrugged it off and took the key to open his door. Shit, he forgot he can't cook.

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The dining table was chaos, China and Cuba fighting, Vietnam sighed and hung his head, Philippine screech and Myanmar burnt herself with a goddamn candle. And he was nervously poking the pork on his plate, laughing slightly as they started to fight again. This time, China managed to stab Cuba with a potato and Vietnam hit both of them with a bread stuffed with vegetables and meat. Philippines locked himself in his room and Myanmar rush to the hospital. Soon, Cuba also left and only three of them were on the table.

"You don't like the food?"

Vietnam looked at his full plate in confusion, isn't his food was rate so high by almost everyone? UK shook his head.

"It just...I'm sorry for bothering you like this mate."

"No problem, when big boss' home ya gon' love 'im"

China stretch his arms and go back to his room. To UK's surprise, he talk almost like America and that's weird. That did brought back memories.

"Wanna stay? We have a spare room."

Vietnam asked the smaller male, receiving a cheerful smile and nod. He chuckled, lead the British into a large room with a large as hell bed and left to clean the house and dishes. UK plopped on the bed, smiled sweetly before fallen to the land of dreams.

-------Dream------

"Brother, please, I can't let you go!"

A white flagged male with a red cross was holding a man's hand whose flag was almost similar to him.

"Ireland I'm sorry, we have no other choice."

The Ireland cried, trying to take a hold of the smaller's hand but it was useless, he was kicked in the stomach by a blue flagged male having a white cross.

"Don't mind our business, brat."

"Scotland, enough."

The English man growled. Scotland glance at Ireland one more time before smirking.

"After the fall of British Empire, we will be the United Kingdom but with Northern Ireland. England, let's go."

The three of them watched as Ireland scream in agony and pain as Northen was tore away, his arm was bloodied and voice started to crack.

"UNITED KINGDOM! ONCE I FIND YOU, I WILL KILL YOU AND REVENGE MY BROTHER."

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He shot up from bed, sweating as hell.

That clearly are memories, not a normal dream.

He stood up, looking down to himself.

He is not a country, he is his father, but weaker, with a red cross.

How come he didn't notice this?

"I can see that you found out."

A voice spoke, and he immediately turned to the mirror.

"Why hello there, dear United Kingdom. May I introduce myself, I'm England, your father, and you can also call me by this lovely name: Britain."