Just Friends? // Countryhumans, RusGer (COMPLETED!)

chapter 2: Vater Großbritannien

An hour passes as the bell rings loud through the corridor and classroom.

End of the day.

I grab the plane and slide it into my rucksac, walking out the classroom,slinging it over my shoulder.
Russia stands there, leaning against the wall outside the classroom, waiting for me.

As soon as he sees me he stands up properly and walks along side me.
"So...you coming to mine yet?"
He asks, looking at me as we walk.

"I gotta pick my stuff up from Brits, then i will be off to yours"
I say, as we walk out the front of the school.

He nods, waving goodbye as he runs of to his sisters and brother, who had all been stood in a group, waiting for him to come outside.

They all walk off, a big happy group of kids.
I sigh, before heading to find Britain, where ever could he possibly be.
Knowing him, he is proberly sat in a cafe or something.
Drinking tea.
Or coffee.
Or just both.
He is a wierd enough man to proberly do that-

I walk down the street,in silence.
I hear laughter and chatter following behind me.

"Hey! Filthy Nazi!"
One voice shouts from behind me.
I ignore, trying to walk a little faster to the Sunshine Cafe, where Britain should be.

"Hey! Im talking to you, you filthy German Nazi child!"
The voice shouts again.
Anger boils, but i dont let it bubble.

"Filthy German boy! Im gonna teach you a lesson for attacking my country, you filthy beast!"
The child shouts again.

As they shout again, i recognise the voice this time.
It was the voice of Henry Swishstick, the school bully who always decided to pick on me and not even smaller children.
Henry Swishstick was a brunette boy, with hazel eyes and a stupid sport Jacket that his father apparently 'bought' for him.

"Dont walk away from me you filthy Nazi! Bout time someone taught you not to be a killer!"
Henry shouts once again.
My blood boiled with anger, but if i struck him i would be just as bad as he is. Its been a while since the war, wont they just give it up?!

I walk on.
Nearly there.
I hear more laughter.
Henrys mates...

I sigh internally and speed up, nearly running.
"Sick him Henry!"
Another kid shouts, as i hear Henrys feet speed up and get louder, as he ran behind me.

I run this time.
Didnt need to get jumped today, not on the day im switching familys!
Need to make a good impression and not make it seem i wont listen to them!

He knocks me to the floor, my head colliding with his and the conrete floor as we make impact of it.
Henry smirks.
"Gonna cry lil Nazi child? Are ya? Gonna cry to your mommy? Oh wait...shes dead!"
He mocks, pushing my head into the concrete.
Classic.
Your mom jokes, and pushing head into concrete?
So original of him-

With my spare hand i grab his arm, slinging him over me onto the floor in front, before pinning his back down with my foot, keeping his hands behind his back.

"I aint going to kill you, i aint gonna hurt you. So mind your own bussiness... or i might consider giving you a perminat scar..."
I whisper to him, he doesnt show fear but he radiates it.
I let him go as he runs back to his mates, his mates are laughing, he laughs too but at least i know he wont mess with me for a while.

I spot the Cafe ahead, as i run to it, walking inside. It smelt of fresh hot chocolate and Cakes. The smell cheered me up as i saw Britain, sat at a table, drinking tea and talking to one of the elderly ladies there. They usually talked about diffrent kinds of flowers the lady could gift her son for fighting in the war.
Sometimes i wonder if her son was dead or if he still lives on. She says he was only 15 when he joined in.

I walk over too them as Brit waves me over.
"Vater Großbritannien, how was your day?"
I ask him as i sit next to him, the old lady slightly disappointingly staring at me but i shake it off.
"I have had a very hard day. Ive been sorting paper all day, organising meetings! I had to discuss with UN and NATO about a peace meeting to seal the peace between us, America and the Soviet that i presume you are still going to stay with? You better be good or i will have hell to give you!"
He jokes at the end, giving me a comforting smile, before it faded as he touched my forehead with his hand.

Fresh, Black Blood dripped from just above my left eye. From Henry when he pushed me and banged my head against the sharp concrete.
Crap.

"Have you been fighting boy??"
Brit asks me, grabbing a serviette and dabbing my face with it.
"You Germans and fighting..."
I hear the old lady mumble.
Shes old so i aint gonna get mad at her for it.
"No! Vater some kid just tried to jump me-"
"You got jumped!?"
"Nein!"
"You just said you did!"
Britain argues with me, looking concerned yet annoyed.
"Well...Ja i did ...but i scared him off!"
"That isnt the point Germany! What if someone saw you! You could get turned into UN and get rehabilitated! You dont want that trust me!"
He says, grabbing another serviette and dabbing the blood away.

"How would you know what its like?! Being hated by everyone! Rehabilitation!"
I shout at him slighlty, i slump back in my chair, not making eye contact with me.
"Im 15, in the wrong year, hated by everyone because of what i am, who i am, my family... how would you understand...?"
I mumble to him under my breath.

He sighs.
"Because i suffered the same...i have had over three life times and i can tell you this... i...i was hated, i was a bad person...i hurt others for my own self greed, while the humans did what they did"
He says, looking towards me.

"Three lifetimes?"
I say, looking to him.

"Well...three 'main' ones you could say"
He replys, gesturing for me to stand and walk with him to his, so i could pick up my stuff from his, before he would drop me off.

I walk with him outside.
I prayed that Henry wouldnt come up to us, he shouldnt after my little threat, but who knows.
Bullys never really stay down.

"So...? 3 Main lifes? How you still alive?"
I ask Britain, as we head down the street to his car.

"I had three lifes, Britannia, which if i remember correctly is when the vikings and romans where around, unless i have remembered it wrong... The British Empire, i was a powerful Empire but i did many bad things... and who i am now, which is still going"
He tells, his cain clacking against the floor as he taps it while we walk.

"But...shouldnt you be long dead then?"
I ask, he chuckles.

"Im old but yes, i should be, but i was a stupid one you see. Whenever i am supposed to die, my soul is put into an object i had worn alot in that life, like for instance, the British Empire was his crown, Britannia a necklace her sister had given her, for me now, it would be my Top hat"
He answers my question, yet i was still slightly confused.

"How did that happen?"
I question again.

"I inhaled a bag of snarckle dust when i met a wizard when i was a young lass, Britannia to be exact"
He replys.
"What the hell is snarckle dust?"
"A magic powder that makes you shed life like a snake sheds skin"
"Sounds nasty..."
"Oh trust me, it isnt as nasty, but enough of that. Get in the front seat of the car"
He ends the convosation, opening the door of his Triumph Roadster for me as i sit in the passenger and he sits in the driver.

The car takes a minute to start up, but as soon as we know it we were off.
On our way to the Brits.

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