Soviet's pov:
"WHY THE FUCK DID YOU KISS ME!?"
"how many times do I have to tell you, I DON'T KNOW!"
"WHAT, H-HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW, YOU DID IT!"
"LISTEN HERE I-" I'm cut off by a knock on the door. Who the fuck is that, they must be very brave to go and do that. But great now I have to hide Brit. I grab his shoulders and look him dead in the eyes, his cheeks flush a deep red, deeper than his stripes.
"You have to hide." I wisper to him. He snaps out of his trance.
"Wh-whaa?"
"You.have.to.hide." I say slightly shaking him as I say each word.
"oh." He wispers back. My eye darts around the room as I look for a place put him. The knocking on the door gets harder.
"Приходящий!" I yell.
I shove Brit in a small wardrobe. He grunts a little.
I run over to the front door and swing it open, and. Oh no, oh nononono it's 'him'.
"Heya Sovi." He says, crossing his arms and tilting his hips at an angle.
"America." I growl, trying to hide my rage. Seriously this son of a bitch gets on my fucking nerves, he never stops talking and always acts so....flirtatious. It makes me want to strangle him. (No offence to American people).
I sigh. "What do you wha-"
"I was just wondering if you've seen my lil' brother anywhere." He interrupts, rude.
"No I haven't." I snarl.
"*GASP* really!? Because the last time he was ever seen was in your territory." He mocks, folding his arms again.
'Wait how did he know he was here' I think to myself. He smiles widely, as I he knew what I was thinking.
I clench my fists, I really want to beat this guy up. But I calm down, I have to, I can't just beat him up. That means alot of harm to this country.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I huff.
"Mhm sure, so then who were you yelling at just now?" He asks. How the fuck did he hear us, either he has outstanding hearing or this place just isn't that sound proof.
"Um hellooo, earth to Soviet. Ha get it? Anyway you gonna awnser me or not." He says raising his voice a little.
"Um, I was yelling at myself."
"......"
"......"
"Alright then, so I guess you don't mind if I... came in?" He smirks.
This bitch I swear.
"What, no you can't just-" He shoves past me.
"Okay bla bla bla enough talk I'd like to see if you've killed my brother or not."
"Pff you're not even related." I murmer, crossing my arms.
Ame walks around the cabin, examining every room. He isn't even saying anything, that's got to be a new record for him.
"America. Did any of my troops see you?" I ask.
"Hmm? Oh yeah yeah, I had to kill a few though."
"YOU KILLED MY TROOPS!" I yell.
"Only three, once they realised I was a CH they kinda backed off." He shrugs. I growl and continue walking with him.
"...How are you and 'reich' getting along." He smirks.
"You know 'exactly' what happened." I snap.
"Oh yeah that's right he 'broke' the pact, didn't he." He smiles. I sigh, and think back to the time I signed that pact. I knew something was up back then. After that bastard betrayed me, I stayed alone and isolated.
Flashback:
"What do you mean 'team up?"
"Oh ya know, become each others ally."
"Why?"
"It doesn't matter. All you need to know is that if we work together, we'll be an undefeatable force. And our enemies will have no choice but to surrender!"
"...."
"I promise that I'll never hurt or kill any of your troops or destroy any of your territory. But you also have to do the same."
"Fine."
"So it's a deal then?"
"Yes, and stop smiling like that. Its freaky."
End of flashback:
"Hey heyyy....HEY!"
I'm snapped out of my thoughts by America screaming at me.
"What." I growl. Showing my sharp teeth this time.
"Couldn't find anything, I'm gonna leave... and for the love of god please blunt your teeth, I swear I could cut myself just lookin' at em." He says, walking towards the door.
America finally leaves. I run to were I left Brit hoping he hasn't suffocated yet.
"Brit, you okay?" I say out loud.
"Yes, now get me out of here I don't like it." He replies, sounding a little muffled.
"Sure." I say, walking towards the wardrobe I shoved him in. I open the door and Brit flings out, gasping for air, holding onto shoulders. He finally catches his breath and calms down, stretching out his wings. I stare at them, they're huge...and fluffy, can't forget fluffy.
"They've got bloody pins and needles now." He mumbles, still stretching them.
"Hm....I have a question." I say.
"Yes?"
"Why did you blush so hard when I was about to shove you in the wardrobe?"
"I-...don't know what you mean." He blushes.
"..... you thought I was going to kiss you again didn't you." I smirk.
"What no that's.. odd."
"You know, I can kiss you anytime you like." I say lowering my voice.
Brit blushes even harder, trying to keep he's breathing stable.
"G-go on then." He mumbles.
"What."
"I said go on then...you twat."
"Sure." I shrug, pressing my lips against Brit's. He loosens up wrapping his arms around my neck, kissing back. I put my arms over his waist and hold him tightly.
We eventually part, gazing into each others eyes. Brit looks away, clearly flustered.
"I-Im too tired for this." He huffs.
"Tired how are you tired now? Its not even that late." I ask, a little annoyed.
He just shrugs and hugs me, wrapping his wings around me slowly. They must still hurt. And he does actually look a bit tired too....fine.
"Okay, I guess we could sleep in for a bit." I say. He smiles and I kiss him on the head.
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Okay time to watch all the helluva boss episodes.....again.
See ya!
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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...
