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Chapter 36- USSR denies his gayness

"Hey," Britain called from behind USSR's bedroom door. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah sure I guess,"

Britain opened the door, standing opposite USSR who was smoothing out his bed.

"What's up," USSR finally turned around.

"America doesn't like you, we know that," Britain got straight to the point, catching him off guard.

"You- you know?"

"It's obvious,"

USSR scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "Yeah, but there is not much I can do,"

Britain looked to the side wordlessely.

"What are you doing," USSR tilted his head to the side to meet Britain's gaze again.

"Thinking,"

"About what,"

"You're an insistent bloke, aren't you?" Britain turned back to him in an instant, almost like his eyes never left his.

USSR opened his mouth to speak, but Britain butted in. "Yeah I know, it's just... I don't know,"

"You know but you don't?"

Britain was starting to get a bit agitated by USSR's questions. He was only here because he wanted to assure him about America and make sure he isn't going to do something stupid, but it all seemed like a flat out lie. And with the way USSR tended to look at him, it always looked like he was accusing him of something.

"Look, man is a bare emotional guy. He talks alot, he doesn't think when he acts, and he's not going to forgive you for that shit easily," Britain said, finding that USSR's expression didn't look surprised at all.

"I know, I don't know how to make him like me,"

Britain sighed. "It's not going badly though, so let's not jump to conclusions just yet, aight mate?"

USSR only nodded. So complacent. Britain always thought that was strange about him.

Britain nodded in return, turning to leave the room.

"Wait, uh- Britain," USSR called after him, stopping him in his tracks.

It seemed like USSR was just getting the hang of saying his name. Britain thought it was kind of funny.

"Yep?" Britain faced him again,

"Do you have... any drinks?"

Britain shook his head at him. "You're not trying to drink again are you?"

USSR lowered his head, kicking at the floor like a toddler. "I haven't had one in ages,"

Britain would scold him, but he understood the feeling. After all, he drank every other night.

"Mate, no," he declined as firmly as he could. It usually worked.

USSR's gaze turned pleading. "But I'll stop, right after,"

No you won't

"You're not getting pissed on booze, USSR, that shit sticks, but you got to understand there's more at stake with you than with me,"

"But I swear-"

"No man, I'm sorry, but no,"

USSR didn't hesitate for a moment afterwards, grabbing Britain by the shoulders and slamming him into the wall behind him in record time.

Britain gasped in shock, trying to free himself from his grasp with his hands, but USSR had taken him by the wrist and dug them into the wall next to him. "Britain, you understand, don't you?" He told him, his voice quietly menacing.