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

Not Britain

UK laughed at his face, of course he couldn't so easily be fool like that. The English man just smiled and play dumb, swinging his legs.

"I saw you in my dreams."

"I know."

England chirped, bend down so that he is the same height as UK.

"And not just me, am I right, my dear?"

The United Kingdom shot up again, his eyes frantically looking at the empty room, like it was black out. He nervously stood up, walk toward the only source of light from god knows where. And he fell into the abyss.

UK immediately leave the mansion when everyone was sleeping, he found Laos sitting infront of the TV but snoring softly, and so he quickly open the door and left. The way home was far, and it was so dark that he could barely see where he was going, that is until a man stood infront of him. A white flagged man with a red cross. It was England.

"My dear, where do you think you're going? He haven't finished talking and you ran away!"

He laughed, getting closer to him. UK took a step back, defending himself from the taller male who seemed to be holding something.

And in a blink of the eyes, England was holding the Kingdom with a rope and a goddamn knife. What do he want him to do?

"My dear United Kingdom, since the death of your father I was lấy thinking that if you're dead, could by any chance he will live again?"

"You're not my brother England."

"Of course I am not. That England is just an illusion, the same with Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland. Haven't you ever ask why nobody talk to us? Poor United Kingdom, hallucinated."

The England floated around him, hugged him from behind and put the rope in his hand.

"And you have nowhere to go now, haven't you?"

UK wanted to cry, the dark alley didn't help him think clear but the second time he blink, he was standing on a tree with a bight around his neck.

Is it the end? He may ask.

UK let himself fall from the branch he was standing on, felt the rope tighten around his fragile neck. His breath hitched, tears rolling down his cheeks. The memories suddenly flashes in his head like a short movies, what he regrets and what he loves, all mix like a dream he wish he never had. The pain it gave couldn't make him regret, as England was standing below with a warming smile. UK was panicked, but because of the lack of air, he couldn't move and feel like he is going to die soon.

At least he needn't care about his life anymore.

At least he can be free from this hell.

He closed his eyes, waiting for Death to come collect him.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"

A sudden shout and a loud gunshot was heard, UK felt himself fall from the tree. That gunshot was aimed for the rope. He fell in to the arms of a tall male, he looks so familiar. The Russian Empire's son.

His stern and carelessly eye was now so panicking and filled with fear surprised UK. The man tore the rope from his neck, then hurried go to somewhere he assume was the hospital. But he was wrong, the man headed to his home, that mansion, and for god's sake he swear someone would shout at him.

"B-Boss! Who's in your-- UNITED KINGDOM!?" Laos shrieked, and footsteps frantically heading downstairs.

The other males - except China - and Myanmar took the kit and bandaging the UK.

"Boss, what happened?"

Philippines look up at him, sounds like he tried not to cry.

"I found him hanging on a tree in the side of the road."

He drank the glass of water on the table, hissed.

"And I shot the rope."

"UK, what happen?"

Cuba give him a glass of warm tea, which UK thanked him.

"N-nothing- Sorry for bothering all of you..."

"I think I know what's happening."

Vietnam pulled China downstairs and open the door.

"Do you remember that...the former Kingdom, British Empire contains alot more countries? When they took independent, the Empire will die."

China said, earned a nod from Vietnam.

"And for United Kingdom, it can be seen that the countries inside him wanted to be free, too."

"That means...."