{I Miss You...} ⚠️VERY VERY OLD AND BAD⚠️

Chapter 24

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

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Brit's POV:

A few tense minutes of Ukraine, Belarus and Lia explaining their findings pass, filled with shock, confusion, and more reasons to add to the list of why to have a hatred towards the Russian Empire.

"...but Папа said that she had died."

"well, he was obviously lying" Ukraine responds, almost fully nonchalantly, if it weren't for the small, but visible quiver of fear plastered upon his expression.

The three of them leave Soviet to contemplate this entire situation, and break into their own conversation, probably to figure out whether they should actually go, or whether it was merely a trick R.E had pulled on them. Thankfully, the latter didn't seem like a viable option.

Soviet had turned his body to fully face me, taking my hand in his. A few short seconds of silence pass between us before he gently squeezes my hand twice.

We had discussed a few months prior on ways to show the other they need to talk, or are feeling overwhelmed. Basically just small, and more importantly, discreet actions to do to get the other alone, for whatever they need help with, sexual desires aside.

We had made it very clear to only use it if we were feeling unable to speak, for whatever reason that may be.
And the thing we had agreed upon was squeezing the others hands twice.

I place my free hand on his, and lead him to the kitchen- where it's isolated enough to talk privately, but also lets him keep an eye on the three of them.

I guess this entire thing has made him speechless, so instead of urging him to speak, I smile warmly at him, to which he does a weak attempt to smile back; keeping his eyes to the ground.

"... do--"
He shakes his head, cutting himself off.

I take his hand in mine once more and squeeze to let him know that it's safe for him to speak his mind.
"take your time, my lovely,"

Recently, I had picked up saying 'my lovely' just for the fun of it, but I think it genuinely calms Soviet in times of need; well, from what I observe anyway.
It only felt right to say it here.

And just as I had predicted, I could see him soften his stance and look up to face me, just barely dodging eye contact.
He inhales shakily, before speaking again.

"...she left for 13 years, Brie."

Ah. Surely she has a good explanation though, right?
Obviously I would never say this at this moment in time, because that's not what he needs to be told, that his feelings are invalid and that theres an answer for everything straight away. No. Not when he's already had to and still has to work through the mindset his father had indirectly given him, and not when he likes to figure things out himself.

It's his way of coping, and working through things that are bothering him. I guess 7 years of a relationship tell you these things.

Instead, I stay silent, and let him speak further. But this time I pull him into a loose hug.
"to be fair though, if I was married to my dad, I would also leave."