The boat docks a few hours later, everyone getting off, Britain had gone to fetch the car from the car area so i waited on land for him.
Tirani, Blake and Jakey had gone their seperate ways after we all said goodbye.
I stood near a pole of wood, using my beanie to hide my face.
Britain sure was taking a while...
"Ah! Little Comrade, you must be West!"
A voice says, causing me to jump slightly as i turn frantically, brandiahing a small dagger that i had snuck with me.
Infront of me, stood a rather tall, Soviet Union, his black eye patch over his left eye with his symbol brandished on it in Gold, which matched his one remaining Gold eye.
He laughs at me, his chuckle quite friendly and welcoming.
"No need to point that thing! Lower it boy"
He says, putting on a kind smile as i do as he asks, putting the weapon away and looking him in the eyes.
He was in a milky brown blazer, which had been buttoned up and brandished with medals and his flag. Many many medals. I notice he had a latch for a sword to sit.
What was he doing all the way on French land...?
"Wheres the filthy Brit, hm?"
He says, trying to start convosation as he laughs awkwardly.
"He is getting the car..."
I reply as the convosation becomes more and more awkward with the silence.
Yet it was broken a few minutes later.
"Mein Bruder Deutschland! How lovely it is to see you!!"
East, my brother, says excitedly before capturing me into a hug, which i kindly return to him.
"Bruder! How lovely it is to see you!"
I say back.
I was glad to finally see a familiar face i could propaly trust. As some would say, no one is better to trust than your own blood. Im joking, im pretty sure no one says that-
"Soviet? What are doing all the way here?"
Britain says from behind me, as East Releases me from the hug as we watch the Communist and Captilist talk.
"I decided to shorten your trip...No point in wearing out The boys legs before he is even there"
Soviet replys, his tone going to a series one, rather than the friendly one he had shown me earlier.
Business maybe? Or is that just the typical tone they would use?
"Ah i see...Well i will be off with East than shall I?"
Brit says, Soviet nods as East walk sover to Britain and i walk to behind Soviet.
We wish our goodbyes and we are off on our ways, my foster parent and Brother heading onto a diffrent doc, and me and Soviet walking.
The walk is mostly silent and we get odd glances from some of the French people, simular ones to the reactions i would get back in the UK.
Weird how simular people react. Isnt it?
After a few hours of Walking, we are walking through his childrens land, it was lovely and we got nicer reactions from the people. One lady tried to give us bread, with wierd seasoning ,but Soviet pushed on, clearly eager to get home to his children.
We sat down for a little bit.
"Soviet?"
"Yes Германия?" (Germany?)
"What did my father act like towards you...?"
Silence.
He sorta just looked to the floor and his shoes.
Then he spoke.
"I..He as a child or during War time...?"
He asks, i shrug before saying both.
He nods.
"As a child, i was one of his only friends, we were close, very close, we would mess with the war plans and it would piss the parents off, and at the end of the day... he would taunt me instead, i found it amusing how such a short kid could have such attitude yet compassion for something"
He begins, Smiling slightly and chuckling as he speaks.
But then i see his expression go cold and dark.
"But that... that was before the war... when that begin, he talked to Empire and Facist more and more, and only seemed to speak to me to discuss assasinations of the other countrys, we wouldnt joke, i would watch him from afar as he went mad, insane and further... did you know that your father had a mental illness? He made it worse with his twisted ideas and thoughts... to the point he was even going to hurt you and your Brother... i couldnt stand by and watch, then he attacked and i..."
He continues, stuttering slightly.
"I couldnt take it and attacked him back...then he fully lost it, the plot and will...the only one that still thought he was sane was Empire, but then again they were both mental and crazy!"
He finishes, as i take in the infomation he had just provided me with.
He goes silent, helping me stand back up as i had been sat on a low wall resting, we walk on.
Only in silence.
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