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

What do you mean?

As the boys ran through the hall, Soviet couldn't make out a word. In a second, he somehow saw England's and a strange flag with a blue base and white X appear in the Kingdom's eyes, they glowed a deep purple with that terrific grin and hands gripping on him before the door was kicked open. He swore under his breath. The United Kingdom innocently snoring on his shoulder, and the rest fighting in the kitchen. But him, he was terrified as if he'd seen a ghost. Well technically, that England is a ghost.

"I am not Great Britain." After a few minutes, the UK started talking. Soviet hummed, and leaned on the sofa. 

"I'm him but with others. You know. How England and Scotland had...my father, British Empire. He died because of alcohol, but no one knows that he actually died because of England got tired of him."

He looks up.

"We got tired of him."

"Just like how I will end. They got tired of having me controlling them."

Soviet did nothing to stop him from the odd story, he closed his eyes.

Tired.

So why would they started it anyway? What did England want? 

"What I want? A nice and warm family."

The voice sound cracked.

"With me, Scotland, and my precious boy United Kingdom."

"But then again, who am I to get them to love me forever? Tell me, Socialist Republic. What would you do if you were him?"

"I would fight my fate, England." Soviet answer, not opening his eyes. "I would never let anyone drives me insane and then kill me like nothing happen."

England chuckled.

"I know what you're wondering."

"British Empire was just a disguise for me to take over the world. While United Kingdom is a collasp empire. They are almost the same person, almost. Britain is...me and Scotland, my motherfucking husband. He is so stupid to think that he'll hate me forever. One day, he got drunk, pinned me against the wall with his hands on my neck. I could not do anything as he's much taller, and stronger. He choked me, raped me, right infront of the British Empire and my lovely brother, Wales." He laughed a bit. "But he's still weaker than me. I killed him, mostly, now he's trapped inside of this boy, with me, Wales, and Northern Ireland. You know what's funny? I supposed to be the one who died, but USA, supported me by all what he got, tell me to just kill them. Those damn wankers."

"How many countries had you killed?"

"The whole old thirteen colonies." He said. "The very old Grand Union, United States of America. And others, couldn't remember."

"...."

"I know, powerful."

"And what did you lose for all of that glory?"

"The empire."

"Why?"

"What do you mean by 'why'? Everybody wants power. You too. I know all about you and your family. Every single thing. But I lost it anyway."

"I understand why nobody likes you."

England smiled.

And with that, he vanished, leaving the United Kingdom without the red crosses on his flag.

"You have to help me get out of here."





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OMG this is so confusing. But I think having Soviet and England talk may be able to sort things out. Will they be able to fall inlove? The next chapter will be all about the only day to make them love eachother, and maybe fight some brown bunnies.