Britain's pov:
I stand patiently and idle. The constant chatter coming from all the random people scattered about all trying to get to their destination. A few of the people shoot me a look of shock. There's a few "Wow, is that a real Countryhuman?" Along with an occasional "Is that Britain? What's he doing here?"
Of course, they were all speaking French as I still was in the country of France. I'd just thought that since my wings were still in pain, why
fly back to Russia when I could just take a train? Sure, it would take a while, but I'd get some rest out of it. And besides, I'm sure Soviet can wait.
The train finally pulles up to the station, with clouds of grey smoke pouring out of it as it hissed loudly. The doors swing open, and I'm greeted with the great warmth from the inside.
It reminds me of how desperately I want to be embraced by him.
I step in and take a seat as the vehicle begins to pull forward.
Soviet's pov:
Shit shit shit! Why the fuck would he do something so reckless like that!? Someone could of seen him, and on top of that, my window is fucking smashed!
I pace aggressively up and down the hallways, biting the flesh off the tips of my fingers. The great storm of emotions crashing inside of me.
"That's it. I'm going after him."
I pace over to the front door and grab my shot gun, reloading it. I lean forward to grab the handle, but I'm interrupted by something kicking it in. Sending me flat onto my ass.
"SUP MOTHA FUKAH!" America yells at the top of his lungs. A simple pistol in his hand.
"You." I practically growl, squeezing the weapon in my grasp.
"So anyway, I like totally knew that you took my brother, and I'm sorta gettin' sick of constantly chasing after you. SO WE'RE GONNA END IT HERE BIATCH!"
America points the gun towards my face, a short 'click' coming from the small weapon.
I grit my teeth, standing back up. I golden eye piercing right through him as it glows in the dark shadows of the house. I load up the gun in my hand, smirking a little.
"I shall drink the fresh blood that flows from your rotting corpse. America~"
Throwing my gun to the side, I leap forward, pinning him to the ground. I grasp my hands around his neck, tightening my hold. I watch him gasp and squirm for breath as a single flow of blood leaks down from his mouth to his chin. I grip his throat harder, making my own bones pop. America attempts to shoot me in the back with the pistol he pointed at me earlier, but I grab his wrist, pinning it to the floor. A single shot fires, missing us both, but hitting the ceiling.
"Any last words, pig?" I snarl, bearing my sharp teeth.
"I-I....fffucked y-your ss-ssson lol aheheh." He gurgles, more blood boiling up in his throat.
"Ha, please. He would have topped."
"Soviet, for God's sake, let him go." A bland voice gently calls out.
I snap out of my bloodthirsty rage and look up ahead of me. America does the same, coughing up blood.
"Britain!?" I say, getting up off from the floor.
"Ah ah, you don't get any affection from me." He says quite sternly, pointing a finger up at me.
My heart sinks. "I eh...what, but why?"
I shouldn't of said that.
"Uh, I can numer two things. One, you kept me here for God knows how long. Two, you literally just strangled my brother right in front of me. Oh why don't I bring up the fact that you shot me, twice."
"Okay okay okay, I'm sorry." I whine.
Britain walks over to America, kneeling down to him. I forgot that he was still on his back.
"America, go home." He says.
"What! But, duuude, I like totally came all the way over here for you man!" Ame whines, his voice sounding like it had been through a cheese grater.
"I know, and I'm very grateful for that, but to be honest....you don't look so...uh.... great. You should go home and rest." Britain says, putting an arm over his shoulder to help him up.
America nods in agreement and leaves the house, leaving me and Brit alone.
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Britain's pov:
Me and Soviet both wor hard to patch back up the window. It takes a while, but we finally manage to get it done. We both head downstairs to relax.
Fluffy smut warning!
I gently rest my head on Soviet's shoulder and relax as he wraps his arm around my waist.
"I'm sorry I kept you in here for so long." Soviet murmers.
"It's okay Sovi, I'm over it now." I say.
"...Did you just call me Sovi?"
"Wha, no."
"Yes, yes you did."
"It just slipped out. I'm very relaxed, okay?"
"I wonder what else slips out when you're relaxed~"
I feel my face flush a deep red.
"I can make you feel very relaxed if you want~"
"S-soviet, it been a long day."
"Exactly."
I'm about to say something, but I'm cut off my Soviet's lips being placed onto mine. It's a gentle, soft kiss. To which I gladly return, slipping my tongue inside of his mouth. We fight for dominance, but Soviet obviously wins. I hum in pleasure, deepening our kiss as I wrap my arms around his neck.
He gently pushes me down onto my back, kissing me even harder. We eventually part, taking short, deep breaths. But I know for a fact that he isn't done with me.
He places small kisses on my neck, making me close my eyes at the sensation. He then goes from kisses to licking, then from licking to biting, leaving marks all over my neck. At almost every second, my breath hitches, or a quiet moan escapes my lips.
"Sovi, n-nothing major, please. I'm already t-tired enough. " I say, trying not to let out any moans.
"Aww, okay fine." Soviet groans, like some big puppy.
"I was hoping to devour you~"
"We can do that some other day, because this is as much my body can haAANdle!" I gasp, as Soviet bites down on my collar bone.
"Mmhmm, sure~"
I'm going to feel this in the morning.
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Finito~
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Ok I am now officially done with this story, mainly because I'm running out of ideas and I made this book when I was alot younger (mentally). And I just have so many different story ideas now.
Thank you for reading my fanfic, this was my very first one, and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.
Love u all:)
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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...
