(Suprise motherfuckers :3)
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Soviet's pov:
It's been about two months since I shot Brit....twice. America carries on visiting and edging on about how he thinks I'm still somehow hiding Britain. It's always the same thing.
'Where's Brit commie bitch!?' And 'I know you're hiding him somewhere ya fuckin dick!' I can never get any rest, alone, with Britain...
"Hey Sovie?" A small voice beams from behind me.
I turn to face the small country before me.
"Да?"
"I was just wondering, that it's been a while since I've been shot by a sertain someone, twice, and I was hoping that I could possibly go out and-"
"Нет." I huff, putting on a more serious expression.
"Wh- WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'NYET'." Britain yells giving me a sour face.
I roll my eyes.
"You know exactly what I mean. Your wings are fine now, so you should just stay put." I say.
"But if my wings are fine, I should at least try to use them to see if they y'know, STILL BLOODY WORK!" He shouts at me.
I sigh and kneel down on one knee, pulling the small Brit's face closer to mine. I stare at him intensely.
"Britain, your wings are fine." I hush.
He overts his eyes from mine.
"So please..." I kneel down closer to his ear.
"Just stay with me alittle longer~" I wisper, cupping my hands down onto his cheeks.
I can feel his face get hotter as I pull him closer.
"Soviet..."
'He's mine.'
I pull him even closer, pressing our lips together. He calms down and kisses back, closing his eyes. I kiss him as gently and passionately as possible, I don't want to startle him. We pull apart and stare at each other. He looks so...weak, his face is pale and dull and his eyes are cloudy and lifeless. It's as if all the joy and sarcasm has been sucked out of him.
"Britain, are you okay?"
He widens his eyes alittle. I feel his grip get tighter.
"I-
BANG BANG*
"Knock knock, its America motherfuckers!"
I growl. "Fuck off pig."
Britain grabs my arm even tighter and gives me a fearfull look.
"Go and hide." I say.
Suddenly his face goes from a scarred look to a sour expression. He scoffs and paces off upstairs.
'What's his deal?'
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Britain's pov:
I storm up stairs and slam the door to me and Soviet's room shut. I can hear him and my brother arguing down there, it gives me a sodding headache. In fact, this whole bloody house gives me a headache! I don't want to cooped up in here for the rest of my life.
I desperately glance around the room for an exit as I hear USSR begin to usher America out. 'Hurry up hurry up, he'll be here any second!' I mentally panic. There has to be something!
"Britain is everything okay?"
My eyes light up for what feels like the first time.
"The window."
I take a few steps back, I'm about to fucking destroy this thing. I spread my wings as wide as they could possibly go. I take a few deep breaths.
"Alright boys, ready for a bit of exercise?" I say.
I take off pelting at full speed towards the window. I smash right through it, hoisting my wings up and down as I get a good distance away from the horrid place. I needed this.
"HAHAHAAA, oh how I've missed you!" I yell frantically, swooping up and down taking in huge deep breaths of the cool fresh air.
I close my eyes as I glide peacefully through the air. I feel so free and wild. I close my wings making me fall at horrific speeds towards the ground before I pick myself back up at the last second. I've never enjoyed doing this so much.
....but, I didn't mean to just ditch USSR like that, I'll definitely be back....right after I make a small trip home, back to Europe.
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Soviet's pov:
'I finally managed to get rid of that annoying pig, took me long enough.' I think myself heading back up to Britain.
"Britain is everything okay?" I ask...no awnser.
SMASH*
I hear a huge amount of glass shatter from our room. My heart sinks.
"BRITAN, BRITAIN ARE YOU OKAY!?" I yell, starting to panic.
I fling the door open and scan the room. But there's no sign of him anywhere. I run towards the window and gaze out of it, my heart beating at one hundred miles an hour.
"Where is he, where is he!?"
I fall to my knees and cover my face... I take another small glance at the floor and.....a feather?
I pick up the small blue feather with red and white swirls and dots on it. No he couldn't have, he's still healing right? I gaze back up to the window.
"Нет."
YOU ARE READING
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...
