Into the depths of one of the Coldest cities of the USSR, UK finds himself embarking a new story in the land. But after the incident, who is bound to save UK from falling into the traps of lost memory and saving his career from forever being lost?
USA was sitting in his office until he heard the phone rang. He suspected it to be NATO or USSR so he picked up and ready to reply to the usual sentences the people would usually say. "Hello, is this USA?" a voice remarked from the other line. "Uhh yes it is. Who is this?" USA asked. "This is the medical hospital in the UK and we would like to inform you, your father is in terrible condition," the voice said. "What. What do you mean 'in terrible conditions'?!" USA growled. "His head has been smashed onto a really hard and sharp surface and his hand has a few fractures. We suspect someone has done this to UK and we are currently trying to figure out who," the voice explained.
USA's breathing became heavier as his pupils narrowed. "Well, I am not visiting. Canada, Australia and New Zealand probably wouldn't either. Have a good day," USA smashed the phone back in place and paused. Hundreds of thoughts rushed towards his mind but shook them off. This is what UK gets. It was his fault that this is what happens to him for liking an enemy. He scribbled on a piece of paper, crumpled it up and threw it into the fire. He swung back into his chair to continue his work. Unfortunately, he couldn't focus. At all. His hand shaky and breathing uneven. He grabbed his hair and yelled onto the table with anger. He bangs the table a few times, spilling the ink onto his hands and sleeves. But that doesn't bother him now. He dials a number out of wit and waits.
...
"Hello? Who am I speaking with?"
"It's me dumbag. Have you heard what happened to UK?"
"Mhm."
"You're acting weird.. What's going on?"
"USA, Why are you getting onto that topic. Just focus on the damn war!"
".. you did something to him didn't you?"
"Well, It's not my fault is it?"
"HOW WOULD IT NOT BE YOUR FAULT!?"
"ARENT YOU THE ONE WHO LEFT HIM WITHOUT TRACE? THIS WAS NOT THE SON UK WANTED IDIOT!"
"SHUT UP! YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT MY PERSONAL LIFE. I'M DOING THIS TO PROTECT HIM! YOURE THE ONE WHO SMASHED SOMETHING ONTO MY DADS HEAD!"
"... Oh you're not going to see him at all then. I see how it is. Goodbye."
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USA yelled through his teeth and anger. He threw his glasses onto the floor and stormed out of the office. He headed towards the balcony as he took out some cigars and lit them.
————— (1 month later)————————-
UK's eyes slowly fluttered open as the rich hospital lights came into view. He tilted his head to face the empty room. He tried to think, he couldn't. He tried to speak, he couldn't. He tried to move, he couldn't. And finally, he tried to smile, he couldn't. It was as if everything was restricted onto him. He looked at the desk beside him. It was empty, telling UK that no one came to visit him. Just no one. Not even his own children. There was no 'Get Well Soon' card. There was no heart balloon attached to the hospital bed. He gave a small sigh of unhappiness and looked away ashamed. It really seemed no one cared for UK. Not anymore.
A frantic looking nurse came through the door, surprising UK in her trance. "Oh thank goodness you are away sire! We really thought you wouldn't live!" she called out with a worried voice. UK simply nodded and fiddled with the blanket that rested on top of him. "Do you remember anything? Like before you came here?" The nurse asked. UK shook his head. He couldn't remember anything at all. The only thing he remembered are his family. No one else. As if his entire memory got removed. "Oh dear.. Well we can not let you stay here anymore now that you're better. Do you know who can pick you up or anything?" UK shook his head once more. "Oh.. I'll see what I can do, just prepare yourself mentally and I'll be with you soon. UK waved goodbye as the frantic nurse left quickly.
After a good few minutes a doctor came in. "Mr. UK?" UK nodded "I have come to inform you that someone will come pick you up by the name of USSR. Do you recognise the name?" The doctor asked. UK a shook his head. "Ah, very well then. He will arrive in about 20 minutes, so try to get used to your surroundings. And off went the doctor. But you see, UK was ready. He didn't need to wait. He could've just walked by himself but might go somewhere wrong. He just hoped that this 'USSR' person is nice. He took a long analysis at his hand. It was wrapped with a tight bandage and a smiley face drawn onto it. He felt his head, also covered with bandages. He shuffled around the bed for awhile until he heard the door click again.
A tall, broad figure stood before UK's very eyes. UK shook with fear as the figure moved closer. He did not seem nice at all. Or at least the harsh scowl on his face says otherwise. The tall figure leaned over the bed to inspect UK thoroughly. He let his huge hands touch the bandage, earning a soft whimper from UK. The pain was still there but the figure moved his fingers down towards the bandaged hand. UK pulled away as soon as USSR touched the fabric. He looked at the larger with fear in his eyes and that he wasn't comfortable. USSR let out a huff as he pulled UK out of the bed by picking him up gently. UK's short legs dangled while his arms were neatly tucked in between USSR's arms and body.
USSR placed UK into his car and headed towards the drivers seat. He glimpsed at UK for a good few seconds before driving away. He kept mumbling to himself in an annoyed tone which made UK even more frightened. Finally, when they arrived to their destination, USSR took UK into his rented apartment (he couldn't take UK back to his house due to it still being investigated and might trigger UK.
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As USSR carried UK up the stairs, UK simply stared at the larger's actions. His eyes fixed well onto the stairs in front of him. His hands gripped tightly onto UK's small body. His hair bouncing underneath his hat which was placed well and neat. His coat flowing freely with his swift moves. Finally, his mouth kept a straight line no matter the situation. His overall appearance made UK genuinely shy and frightened. As if he could even speak to express those feelings.
USSR finally arrived to his flat and placed UK in the living room. UK kicked his legs about as he watched USSR remove his things. His loss of coat revealed more of his grey turtleneck, the loss of the hat revealed more of his black hair and the loss of his boots revealed more of his calves. UK watched him intently with curiosity as USSR headed towards the kitchen. He pulled out something and placed it into the microwave and waited. He glanced at UK, which UK hid underneath the arm rest of the couch. His eyes peeked back when the microwave beeped. USSR pulled out a bread-like thing and brought it to UK with a tissue.
USSR knelt down to face UK with the food in his hand. "So," USSR begun. UK heard the rich accent from the figure. It was deep, monotonous but yet.. calming. "This is called a blini. It's best you have something soft. Here." USSR held up the blini to UK's mouth and UK gave a small nibble. It was warm, soft and slightly sweet. It tasted really lovely. UK ate the blini like there was no time. He smiled with delight and a sweet blush creeped onto UK's face. It took USSR a few seconds to process the childish behaviour UK brought out.
There they were. In a small apartment. Just the two of them. No one else would come and ruin this. Not now.
