5 weeks later:
The floor creaks under my feet, I'm not supposed to be awake right now. All my siblings are asleep, including father. I sneak past a few guards, I'm really good at sneaking. I quietly run up the stairs towards father's room, with my hands clenched tightly together. Suddenly I hear footsteps, its probably one of the guards. I start to sprint down the long hall, 'ow' I wimper. I glance behind me, 'great' my wings been caught in one of the huge metal Knight armours. The footsteps get louder, I tug at my wing. A tear escapes my eye, 'this hurts so much!' I think to myself. I finally get my it free and run behind a curtain to hide. I check out my wing, a feather was pulled out, but it's okay, there's only a small dab of blood.
I stay deadly still as I hear the footsteps stop...then start again, they go right past me. I sigh in relief. I creep up to the door and gaze at the handle, I take a breath and open the door. It's quite dark in the room, but it's bright enough for me to see.
I walk up to father's bed. He's fast asleep... I have to wake him up. I climb on the bed and shake him gently, he growls a little. I shake him a little harder this time, maby he'll wake up now. But no, he stretches out his huge wings and shoves me off the bed with them. "Ouch." I whine. His father senses must of gone off because he immediately got up.
"Kingdom? Why the bloody hell are you here?"
"I have a question."
"And......why did you think it would be a good time to tell me.... now?
"Because you're always busy and I never get the chance."
Father sighs." Fine, what is it?"
" when are we going to see RE again?"
"Seriously, Kingdom, tomorrow is the final day we are going to visit them."
"What... w-why."
"The reason why is because me and RE no longer need to have meetings anymore, and he and his son are going to move further into their territory." He huffs.
I don't say anything, I stay silent. 'We're not going to visit anymore, but...Soviet is my friend he's the only friend I've ever had.' I think to myself. A tear rolls down my cheek.
The door bursts open. "Don't worry your majesty, we'll escort the Prince back to his room." The guard says.
"Thank you, but how did you know he was here?" Father asks.
"There was a small feather on the floor in the hall. It belongs to the Prince." They state.
Father nods his head and the guard takes my hand to lead me back to my room.
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The next day:
We get ready to go and say goodbye to RE and Soviet, 'I can't believe it, I'm losing the only friend I've ever had.' My wings droop downwards as my eyes start to sting again.
"UK, your father is waiting for you in the carriage." One of the servants say, leading down to offer her hand.
I wipe my tears and hesitantly take it. She leads me to the carriage and sits me next to father, he looks down at me and puts his wing over my shoulder again.
Thirty minutes later:
We arrive at the palace. I gaze around and spot a few servants walking in and out, they must be helping the King pack and get ready to leave. I get out of the carriage and walk towards the huge palace, I am greeted btly one of the servants and let inside.
I see Soviet standing in corner.
"Soviet!" I yell, tears welling up in my eyes.
"Brit!" He yells back. We both run into each other and hug, both of us sniffing a little.
"Oh Soviet, I don't want to say goodbye!" I cry.
"Neither do I." He replies.
"Which is why I asked my папа if we could have at least another hour together, and he said yes!" Soviet beams.
"R-really, that's great!" I shout, flinging my arms around his neck. He giggles and we both run of to have fun together for the last time.
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RE's pov:
"Were is my son?" BE asks with a 'fuck' expression on his face.
"Oh, USSR asked if they could have at least an hour to say goodbye." I say calmly.
"WHAT, but I have to leave soon!" BE says, 'not calmly'.
"Oh relax, no need to get your feathers all ruffled up." I smirk. BE just growls at me and looks away.
"It's fine I'm sure they're not setting anything on fire, like you did when we were young." I say. BE rolls his eyes.
"I hate you." He murmers.
"Naahh, you love me." I tease.
"No I do not!" He snaps.
"Нет you do." I smile. BE just sighs and continues to help me pack.
"...You recon that our two like each other?" I ask.
" Yes but I'd rather not get involved in ther relationship." He says calmly.
I just smile and continue to pack.
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UK's pov:
We laugh hysterically, constantly trying to catch our breath. Soviet and I lay on the floor of the room, happy and full of joy. But, I realise that this is the last time I'll ever see him. My heart sinks and tears form in my eyes.
"Woah hey are you okay?" Soviet asks.
I shake my head. "Listen I know you're sad, but I am too. And I really don't want to loose you." He says hugging me. I hug back, enjoying the moment.
"Thanks." I sniff, my head burrowed into his neck. Soviet gently kisses me on the cheek. My face starts to burn out of pure embarrassment.
"You seem shocked." Soviet says, completely calm. I stare at him blankly, until I calm down. I wrap my arms back around him and put my head back on his neck.
"I love you sovi." I mumble.
"I love you too Brit." He responds, still hugging me tight, not letting go, and me not wanting to either.
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And now the fun begins.
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Friends, Enemies, Lovers
Romance*THIS IS SHIT ITS OLD* Britain and Soviet have been friends ever since they were young, they both felt like they had finally found someone who understood them. And soon their connection became stronger, and the two had grown feelings for each other...
