Britain P.O.V
'Uh... they are arguing again, I'm going to be drunk by the end of this' was all I could think as I took my 10th swig of whiskey. I told America that if he argues again, I will be drinking after every 5 minutes of it, and he has been arguing for an hour already. That boy never listens for shit, he really should have gone with France, I already have enough kids to take care of (all of his colonies are his kids).
3rd person
As the USA and USSR continue to argue, England sit next to B.E (British empire).
"Hey Mate, you alright son?" The English man questioned with, seeming for the first time, genuine concern.
"Huh.. oh, Father. Yes, I'm fine.. just a bit drunk." B.E says, a nervous smile on his face as he forces himself to not get to drunk.
"Mate, you obviously aren't.. you ain't gonna let me help you anyways, so I might as well just go." England stands up and sits by Wales again as British Empire continues to drink, soon getting black out drunk.
*2 hours later* {ik ik, im lazy -_-}
The USA and USSR finally finishing arguing about how the other is wrong in their belief and that they, them self, is right. As they sit back down, their eyes glaze over, upon the drunk British Empire, France sat next to him. (according to what I know, the French Empire ended in 1977 with Britain ending in 1997) USA stood up, wandering over to his drunkard of a Father as he crouches to tap his shoulder. Despite being bigger in land mass, British empire is half USA's hight ^v^
The drunkard sat up, sending an annoyed glare at his disowned son.
"Fuck off ya bleeding twatt, or I'll shank ya.", called the 'ruler of the waves'. I mean, it makes sense he is drunk, he is a sailor. USA simply places a stern façade on, trying to pick up his father but he simply points his pistol, causing Soviet to chuckle at how this is.
"Seem daddy's boy not liked much, ya mean, this the 5th time he try kill you?" The Russian howls in joy (he gets his info about the past before him from British Empire's cousin, Russian Empire, when he was alive. Also, the reason I put ya instead of I is because that is how it sounds in Russian).
"Shut up, Commie!? If I didn't have to deal with him now, I would have shot you already, buddy." Calls the American, his accent very different to his father's harsh one (yes, I gave B.E a mixed accent, I mean, he is 4 nations and an entire empire, so he has the rough and harsh accent of the nations. If he wants, he can change his accent to be smother, depending on where he is. (based off something someone I know can do))
Britain shuves America out of the way as he goes to leave, USSR grabbing his waist (no, Britain ain't a bottom, he a switch and also Asexual) with a smirk. Trying to get out the grip, Britain soon gives up, knowing he cant get out his grip. "Let go of me, I am the largest empire in hist-" As Britain complains, the USSR suddenly interrupts him.
"You say but you shorter than most your kids!~" Ussr teases before turning to America. "Anyway, your Father better in my hands, I get going, see you next meeting!" With this, the communist leaves, the biggest empire known to man being held under his arm.
{this is all I could think of, so if you have any ideas tell me ^v^}
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Drunk Love {Sovibrit}
Fanfictionarguing again, and again until the British empire gets a *tad* bit to drunk on whiskey and is left in the hands of the USSR because he wont let his son, USA, come near him. How will this trove of events end? {I haven't got much motivation so it won...
