cavities - a countryhumans one-shot book

swingin' at you like the sixties (sovame) UNFINISHED (FOREVER)

warning, the following one-shot contains...
one-sided soviet x america, mentions of sexual assault, no-sided france x uk (abusive relationship), murder, crime scenes, mentions of bullets and guns, [add shit]

soviet's (third) pov

paperwork is the worst, it's so boring sitting at my desk all day.
soviet complained to himself, nearly slamming his head down on the ink.
and then a manilla folder slid on his desk.
his head snapped up, making contact with two bright blue eyes.
"a case?"
america gave him a wolfy smile, his tooth gap apparent.
"a new one. in europe! they chose you and me specifically, partner,"
soviet stood up, america taking hold of him arm. he opened the case file, trying to ignore the flush on his cheeks.
"uk?"
america nodded.
"as in like- your relative?"
he sighed.
"fourth cousin once removed. i don't know her,"
soviet resumed his reading, when something caught his eye.
"france is dead?"
his partner shook his head.
"not the main rep. his older brother, nou. he's not apart of the parisian triplets, but he failed as a successor because of the french revolution,"
soviet hummed.
"when do we leave?"
"tomorrow, preferably. have fun packing, bitch. i have to go, but i'll cya tomorrow!"
the star-spangled country blew a kiss and walked away.
soviet sighed, putting his head in his hands and letting the blush catch up to him.
god, that man drove him insane.

-

"sovi! over here!"
he turned, only to be hug-tackled by a familiar shape.
"hello, my love~"
he felt his face burn up.
"get off, america,"
america giggled, stepping back and putting his hands behind his head.
then he frowned.
"still having problems with that tie? i'll do it for you again, i suppose.."
america moved closer focusing his gaze down to the russian's chest.
soviet stared up at him, blush unhidden with half-lidded eyes.
if only he knew.
"there! please try to learn, or even ask your siblings,"
they made eye contact, soviet's flushed face impossible to miss.
america didn't notice, or if he did, he didn't mention it.
"off to europe we are then, partner,"

-

it was a long flight, mostly composed of soviet pretending to sleep so he could lay on the american's shoulder.
he "woke up" every once in awhile to eat or anything of the sort. those minutes weren't very often though, with how stupidly warm his partner was.
there was even one point where america himself fell asleep and rested his head on soviet's own!
but all good things come to an end.
"pssst, good morning sunshine, we have to un-board the plane now~"
the russian blinked the sleep away from his eyes.
"finally, that took forever,"
america chuckled.
"don't give me that, you were asleep the entire time,"
he flushed in embarrassment.
"well i had to get up earlier and ruin my schedule for this flight, so its not my fault,"
his partner grinned.
"so sorry to ruin your sleep your majesty,"
they stood up, arm in arm and left for the case.

-

after conversing with some officers, they walked in.
there was uk, handcuffed by an officer and looking down.
"let her go, and we need to talk with nobody else in the room,"
the officer dropped the alleged offender and walked out.
america put his hand on her shoulder and released her from the handcuffs.
"now, i need you to tell me the story you told the officers,"
she sighed.
"he was trying to kill me. he grabbed the gun out of his dresser and tried to shoot me, but i grabbed it and shot him first,"
america hummed.
"hold on to her, won't you, sovi?"
he nodded and grabbed hold of uk.
america peered at the wall behind them and narrowed his eyes.
"now, would you be able to tell me what actually happened?"
she froze.
"what to you mean, detective? that is what happened,"
america put on a glove and picked up the gun.
he hummed again.
"how many bullets were in the gun when you shot him?"
she screwed her face up.
"7? the normal amount, sir,"
he made eye contact with her again.
soviet felt butterflies in his stomach.
he really, really liked that look.
"and how many bullets did you use?"
she put thought into this question.
"one, sir,"
by this point, it'd been obvious america had figured something out.
"will you run if we let go of you?"
uk looked at the officers outside the window, and then shook her head.
"no, sir,"
america nodded.
"soviet, i need you to check this body for me,"
he let go of the woman and moved towards france's body.
yeah, something about uk's story was definitely wrong.
"...hm,"
america grinned.
"what'd you come up with, partner?"
he looked at his watch.
"well, this body is two days old, correct? and the police came to investigate yesterday?"
uk peeped out a small "yes, sir" behind him.
"this wound is too fresh to be from two days ago, but it definitely is from before the police arrived yesterday, and his neck and arm are broken. did nobody care to inspect the body?"
he glanced at america.
"so we're on the same track,"
he called in an officer.
"you can hold her for now, i don't need any more information,"
he nodded, handcuffing her and bringing her away again.