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

Chapter 33

This is to make up for the sad chapter. and the many sad chapters that are after this.
I have not proof-read this and I can't be bothered to.

Remember to check that you've read the previous chapters. :)

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3rd Person:

Months passed, only around 2 or 3, and the thought of East's death had become less and less prominent in people's minds.
Not forgotten by any means, but people's grieving had lessened and people were allowing themselves to live normally.

Well, normal is subjective. People's lives returned to whatever it was previously.
Britain had invited two of his siblings and their partners over purely for the fact he hadn't spoken to them in person for ages. Wales much longer than Scotland. And their partners even longer so.

He would've invited more of his siblings, but his shared apartment can only fit a certain amount of people. And besides, he wouldn't want to startle any of his pets with the large number of people.

Norway and Scotland sat on an opposing sofa, Wales and Kiwi taking an armchair; Wales sat on the arm, Kiwi on the seat itself while Britain took an entire couch to himself. He lay across it in true younger sibling fashion and listened to his guests as they spoke.

"hey, Brit, when's Soviet gonna get here?" Wales asked.
It was a bit strange how late he was to get home, but almost as if he were summoned, he walked through the front door.

Smiling, with an additional greeting,
he tried hiding what was in his hands terribly as he sped-walked over to his lover- sitting cross-legged at the end of his feet innocently.
His voice had turned ever so slightly flirty in a futile attempt to lower the brit's confusion.

"Briee~"

Sitting up in suspicion, Britain looked at the soviet; silently contemplating everything he could've done.
When he couldn't think of anything, he asked it instead.
"...what did you do?"

Everyone else was silent now and watching the two gleefully, one suspicious, the other overly-excited and failing miserably to hide it.

Soviet smiled sheepishly and placed Trinket inbetween himself and Britain. Their eyes met as he spoke.
"I fixed the beeping!!!!"

His hand hung off the side of the couch and Bonnie put the top of her head to the palm.
Britain brushed his own hand against Trinket's cold metal, and smiled up at Soviet- his sharper than average canine teeth showing.
A small thing he kept from his dragon form.

"Really?" The soviet nodded his head quickly and Britain smiled even more at his excitement.
"Well done!"

As a joke, the brit fist-bumped the other- him looking increasingly confused in return.
"it feels wierd to do that with you."

Britain's smile turned to a grin, kissed his cheek and said, "good" before returning to laying across the couch; his feet now poking into the soviet's side in an attempt to annoy him.
Obviously, it didn't.
If anything it had only made him laugh.

Chuckling slightly at the much younger couple, Norway rested her head against Scotland's shoulder. Her eyes closed as she listens to her surroundings, stroking Синий with one of her hands mindlessly. The scotsman's arm wrapped around his wife and scratched the cat's head with his other hand.