Drunk Love {Sovibrit}

Part 1

[this carries on from the prologue]

{warning: I am awful at descibing}

Upon arriving home (knowing he had to drag the imperialist back home, and also had to take care of them), the Russian dropped the European onto the fur coated sofa, after almost dropping them on the concrete several times and left to go upstairs as the smaller nations awaken, Britain, hung over from the 2 bottles of whiskey he drank in the last2 hours.

'Fuck... my head hurt so much, there really argued for ages didn't they- wait... WHERE THE BLOODY HELL AM I!?! This isn't my house..' thoughts rushed around Britain's head as they stumble to his feet, searching for somewhere to leave. His search ends up fruitless as he lands on the marble kitchen counter tiredly, he decides to take this moment to look at where he is. Crème walls circled him, but it wasn't to much as evergreen wood cupboards hung from the walls, creating a cosy and inviting aura. As the short king slipped off the counter, he notices how many dishes are left unwashed, which annoyed him due to his need to have thing clean as possible. So he did what anyone would do, he cleaned the dishes, while this is happening, soviet's son, Russian, appears after coming in to do his chore but sees this flying stranger doing it instead... 'how.. odd' was all that went through his head at that moment.

Suddenly, Britain stops and draws his pistol, pointing it at Russia. Upon seeing the child he slowly lowers the gun, still unsure if the child is a danger. "You, boy, what is your name?" was all Britain could force out, despite having planned to be more polite, but who cares, he is the only remaining empire on earth, he has more power.. right?

"Меня зовут Россия, сын СССР и внук Российской империи. (My name is Russia, son of the USSR and grandson of the Russian empire.)" the child replied, how weird. If Britain managed to take over the world it would be oh so easier to speak to one another as everyone would use the same words. Russia sees the empire's confusion and, only understanding English, not speaking it, he calls for the one person he knows who can. " PAPA! ENGLISHMAN!" The youngen screamed, his 8ft father walk down the stairs tiredly.

"Чего ты хочешь, Россия? Это про Британскую империю?" The younger Russian simply nods as the elder groans, causing the Englishman to feel misplaced. The two Russian continue to talk in Russian, making it sound like an argument until he finally hears English again. "Russian want know why you here. I tell him you drunk, I bring you here, you wake up." Britain nods uncomfortably, despite being possibly the worst country throughout history, he was never good with people, which makes sense when you think about how he killed millions just for power.

"So, Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, is there anything you need of me, or shall I return home?" The USSR simply looks outside and shakes his head, pointing at the blizzard before calling for all 15(?) of his kids to come inside.

"Lot kids, big family. I introduce you, blizzard calm, you leave, da?" Britain force a chuckle at his broken English, finding it cute how you have a giant twice the size of you not speaking in full sentances that are grammatically correct.

"Yes, that is fine, sir. I can survive a couple days without dealing with politics." Britain smalls as he gets a headache, he groans about how much he hate's floods and storms. (He has gotten used to the constant pain from the sea storms just off of Scotland, it only bothers him when he gets multiple weathers in different places, but that is Britain for ya. He also feels pain when people attack his colonies.) The USSR nods as he goes upstairs, signalling for the empire to follow behind. Obediently, like the dog he is, he follows but only so he can go back home and protect his beloved Queen Elizabeth II.

Upon arriving in his new room, it is coated in crimson red and dirty white, suiting his attire nicely. He had a 4 post bed with white curtains and a view of the outside, laced blindfolds covering it. This was as if the USSR planned to have the drunkard over, which sparked a question in Britain's mind. "Tell me, why did you just so happen to have a room that is designed like those in my country?", All Britain got was a chuckle from the giant before he cleared his throat and spoke.

"Well, Briton, we plan you go every house to make think empire bad, ya was 3." He says in his broken English, a hint of pride in his tone. Then, without warning, he simply leaves Britain's room. This crates a sigh before he getd down to pray to his god about how he will never sin, not even sleep with another man or in thee room.

{Words-840, an improvement I guess.}