???'s POV:
I must admit, these few decades have been something... To watch relationships grow and fall before your eyes is entertaining, to say the least. And at the end of it all, I've only really been watching. It's intriguing. Very intriguing. But I'm not one who attempts to get caught up in such things. Only watch it. But, I suppose there were times I did get involved: to spin the story further. And I know it probably played a huge part in it, but it doesn't bother me much. What matters now is that it's over. This weird piece of history, which will go unnoticed in the years to come, will be put behind us all.
Overall, I think just watching how the events for Britain and Soviet unfolded had shown me exactly what happens when you make such a relationship with one you really shouldn't. Of course, I've done that already. But the difference between Britain and I is that I kept mine a secret. And mine wasn't used for some ulterior motive.
And I still plan to keep it that way.
From my pocket, I pull out the old gloves and voice recorder. It barely works now, but I still remember exactly what he said. I still remember what he did. And I smile at that. About four decades ago was when I started speaking to him. And I don't regret it. And I'm sure he doesn't either.
I look out to the wide and open river. The soft winds blow against me and the trees as I hear rustling of the grass behind me. I know exactly who it is. Before a word is even said, clutching the voice recorder tightly, I toss it as far as I can into the river. If it wasn't broken before, it's definitely broken now.
"Wales?" I hear China chime out from behind me.
I look to him and, in my usual, casual tone, respond,
"China." I tut, "how are you doing?"
He stares out to the river,
"What was that you just threw?"
"Voice recorder. By the by," I hand him the silky, white gloves that I found years prior, "here you go."
He stands still as the realisation sets in. And then, he smirks,
"Am I off the hook, now?"
I smile back at him, holding it longer than I often do. I only do that for my closest of friends.
"Now that he's dead, I don't need to worry about Britian." I explain.
China sits next to me, nodding in agreement. He takes off his current gloves and brandishes the old ones. It's just us two. Just us two on a peaceful day. I think it'd be safe to say that we're the only countryhumans who have managed to separate themselves from their actual countries. We're probably the only ones to do our own thing, regardless of whatever the 'norm' is. I suppose Britian might be, too... But that might change now that Soviet's gone. Oh, well. At the end of the day, regardless of the end result of all this, I'm glad I've become friends with China.
We both look up to the sky, into the clouds, enjoying each others' company.
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Tea time with a commie - Countryhumans SovBrit
FanfictionLondon is a pretty rainy place. And Britian has just recently divorced his wife, France, and has little support from the west. During a rainy day, Britain notices Soviet out in the rain. He asks if he'd like to stay until the rain subsides. How far...
