Capitalists and Communists (Countryhumans USSR x UK)

~'Chapter One'~

(Make sure to read all of the description before you read this!)

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Childhood Memories

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   One moment could pass by so quickly that you wouldn't even realize it had happened. Sometimes that was a good thing, sometimes it was a bad thing, sometimes it didn't even matter. Though for the poor British boy, acquainted by his friend, luck wasn't on their sides.

   They both screamed, running behind a wall made of snow as multiple blurry white balls followed behind them. What they both didn't notice was the small, quick movement of another child running behind a tree. This moment would have allowed them to assume something was off, that this hiding child turned out to be multiple little devils waiting for their two victims to come along the path.

   To the devils, this was simply an ambush, they were just toddlers after all, but to the victims? This was as familiar as home, and they soon would return the dirty favor to the devils who ruined their walk. 

   First we would have to introduce the poor friends being victimized in this story. The British boy, who was introduced at the start, was a stubborn child. Most would assume he was a small, weak thing due to his height, but in fact he had enough strength to defend himself if needed. Though his strength wasn't physical, he had a mentally strong head, and used in the right ways he can be very successful. Though, with everything comes negatives, and with the boy's stubbornness and sour mood to most, it often got in the way of his thinking, and made him come of as a rude and hateful person. 

   Now for his friend, the cold child, things were different. He had his strengths in the physical side of the scale. He was awfully powerful and intimidating, just one glance of his frosty glare could make your chest freeze.  He was quite large in size too, from how tall and muscular he is most people would prefer to avoid him. It didn't help that he had an antisocial personality either, making most people avoid him due to the fact he came out as plainly rude. He was titled as the quiet kid, and was left at that. 

   These two people, at first glance, would seem unable to communicate at all. In fact it was difficult at first, one speaking fluent Russian and the other only understanding English, they could barley talk to each other. Though, after multiple forced meet ups, and a few school projects together, they seemed to grow closer. They knew that they were both outcasts, and they took that and ran with it. They were the background duo of the town, and well, the two were just a bit too powerful together. 

   This, this was the devils' mistake, the one thing they missed. 

   The Russian almost immediately started his defense from behind the wall, hissing slurs under his breath as he packed the snow into small balls, having to adjust his ushanka to keep it from falling off his head. As for the British boy, he was busy wiping snow off of his face and clothing, shivering and bitterly calling names at the little rascals. 

   The Russian looked over to him, rolling his eyes as he threw his coat at the other. He found the others name calling amusing, having a small smile grow on his face as he watched the other struggle to get out of the coat. 

   "Would you stop your gibberish and help me?" the Russian said with a stern voice, covering up his smile when the Brit finally got out of the coat, his winter clothing ruffled and messy from his frantic movements. 

   "Oh quiet Soviet, thanks to you, I was used as a shield, be happy you didn't get hit!" he hissed with a bitter rasp. The tone was caused from his loss of breath, his frantic panting distorting his voice. Soviet just laughed at him.