{At the meeting}
The sound of doors bursting open is heard as Wales appears, Scotland following confused. The sheep's face darkened in anger as they left at China.
"WHERE THE FUCK IS MY BROTHER YOU CHINESE MAN!" Yelled the Gaelic language, only causing shock of the owner of the neck he was squeezing.
"L-let go... Br.. B.E at Ussr.." Sudden the Chinese was let go as Wales leave, dragging his parents, Scotland and England, Behind him.
Once the door had close, Wales stops and turns serious again. "Alright, Britain is at the Russian's place so we have to get there before his cute face is fucked."
{Me- HOW THE FUCK YOU KNOW THIS WALES!?!
Wales- 💥Majic💥}
England simply sighs and looks at Scotland "You, scottsman, you think you can make it with ya blind ass?" The Scott simply rolls his eyes (not like anyone could see), annoyed with the English man.
"Shut up you twatt, I can survive." Wales smiles at this comment and they head home to find out how they will get to the Russian ̶G̶̶a̶̶y̶'̶s̶ guy's house.
♡{with the ̶G̶̶a̶̶y̶s̶ guys}♡
While his siblings were outside, Russia had decided to stay in so he could watch the ̶S̶̶h̶̶i̶̶p̶ how the guest and his father interact (😏).
B.E had just left the kitchen, having been hoping to avoid anyone and everyone because no one spoke English correctly, and he couldn't communicate with them well. {Our dangerous bean is shy 😋} Russia, being the smartass he is, quietly place a box of China's tea o the counter, knowing the Empire wouldn't want to get drunk in a different house that isn't his own. Walking back into the kitchen to sear for something to drink, his crossed gaze lands on the tea bags, pausing to think if it is an appropriate thing to do but he just shrugs, to lazy and dehydrated to care about it.
{After making the tea}
Sitting upon the counter, (HOW THE FUCK HE GET UP THERE!?!) British empire sat drinking his tea, feeling slightly tired due to his body finally gaining what it needs. He finished his tea and scampered upstairs to his guest room so he could sleep without fuss, making sure the Russian that is asleep on the sofa doesn't awake.
This only caused Russia to smile, his plan coming together. He times ten minutes, waiting to make sure the ̶G̶̶a̶̶y̶s̶ are both asleep.
After bribing Belarus to help his, as well as Kazakhstan, they sprinted up he stairs and carefully picked up the short Empire, bringing him downstairs through a slide of snow they built. Making sure he didn't get too cold, the three shippers ran inside and carefully placed the Englishman onto their Father's lap, smiling at their work before leaving so there is no evidence.
After a while, Soviet woke up and noticed his captive layed on him, causing a quick blush before smiling, pulling the small body closer and going back into the drunk nap he was in earlier, only tought on how much he want to wank-
Not really, the last thought was how is he going to survive through winter with Britain and his kids to care about, guess it is time for our favourite thing....
🍆😏🍞🧀starvation🧀🍞😏🍆
{30 gay minutes later}
Waking up from his nap, British Empire finds himself curled on the communist's lap. Upon finally realising this, a blue blush covers his cheeks (Which one? You pick😏).
'How in the queen's name did I get here...' is all that goes through Britain's mind. As he thinks, USSR awakens, taking a large swig of alcohol (he a drunk boi🍾). The capitalist looks up, feeling his chin being snatched closer to his rival. Suddenly, a thud is heard as the ̶G̶̶a̶̶y̶'̶s̶ Guy's turn their heads to it. Russia had fallen off the boxes he used to watch them, hoping the ̶S̶̶h̶̶i̶̶p̶ guest and his father get along well.
"Russia, why you here?" His father asked, causing Russia to turn red in embarrassment.
"Uh... Я... э-э... я наблюдал за тобой, надеясь, что ты поцелуешься... (I... uh... I was watching you, hoping you would kiss..)" Russia says, ashamed, only causing a smirk on his father's face.
USSR then leans down and pecks Britain's face on the tip of his nose, causing even more confusion to go through the Capitalist's mind. To tired to deal with these thoughts, Britain lays back down and falls asleep, curling into USSR.
The other shippers, Belarus and Kazakhstan, come in and see it, smiling happily as Kaz's wings fluff up.
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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...
