Drunk Love {Sovibrit}

part 3

{Sorry about not uploading, I haven't had the motivation or any clue on how to write what I want to write}

(With the confused empire bitches)

Sat around a table, the isle discuss how to get their child/sibling back from the communist, already knowing how to track him down.

Sat in the corner, Wales raises his hand with an idea.
"How about we simply kidnap Britania back? It would be so fun!"

His brothers sigh.

"For the fifth fucking time Wales, the USSR will just break your tail. We can't do that. Now," The Englishman turns to the Scotsman, "have you any clue how the problem child will come back?"

"No, I ain't got a tinker in me mind. But... they both alcoholics, start a drinking celebration thingy event."

N.ireland just rolls her eyes. "Can't do that, we ain't got land near him... wait... Hong Kong! We can go to Hong Kong and do the drink thingy there!"

Wales rolls his eyes, "It ain't close enough, and we can't use Weihaiwei either because we lost that in the 30s."

They begin to debate which colony is best to draw their attention to and decide on Hong Kong due to China being near it and being able to tell USSR about it.

(With our gaez)

B.E. lays, complaining about how they haven't got any whiskey as the USSR just sits reading.

"If Brit want whiskey so much, get whiskey himself." The communist speaks, his broken English improving a little.

"Well, I can't get whiskey because I don't trust whiskey that Ireland my sister doesn't make." The communist looks up, surprised at the capitalist.

"You have sibling? Who is sibling?" He asks, curious as can be to learn about his to-be husband. (Yes, he is on the team of the shippers. However, britain is blinder than a bat)

"Ireland. Northern Ireland is my sister, Wales being my sort of brother." The sober brit answers. Suddenly, a phone rings as China calls, Soviet answering.

"Добрый день, Советский здесь. Кто это? (Good afternoon, Soviet here. Who are this?)"

"你好，苏联，是我，中国。显然，诸岛正在香港举办“饮酒节”……庆祝……英国的成立。我被告知要邀请你，因为他们没有你的凤凰。数字。(Hello Soviet, it's me, china. Aparently the Isles are hosting a "Drinking Festival" in Hong Kong... celebrating... the formation of Britain apparently.. i was told to invite you as they don't have your phoen number.)" The Chinese man answers politely.

Soviet looks at the brit, who is sitting on the sofa annoyed, realising it is technically his love's birthday.

"Я приду, скажи Острову, что я должен быть там завтра." The happy gay man says, wanting to celebrate something about his to-be fiancé.

(With the family)

Wales sit, annoyed that they had to sail over here. "Are you sure we will be there for May 1st? The see looks too... odd..."

His brothers groan. "Yes, we will be there by tomorrow. So stop wining-" Scotland quits speaking as he hears a ringing phone. England walks over in his platforms and answers.

"Hello, England speaking. Who is calling?"

"Ah! 英格蘭, Soviet has said he be there by tomorrow. That alright?" The Chinese answers. (Every Asian is having broken English, I don't care if you disagree, it is cute.)

"Yes, that is perfect as our boat it arriving there by tomorrow. We shall see once we arrive, farewell china." The English hangs up and groans. "Ugh.. Asian, all the same, all annoying."

"Shut up, England, you are the annoying one here, not china." N.I answers, fed up with their arguing.

England simply walks away, not wanting to deal with his siblings today, followed by Scotland who was simply tired.

{I will be ending it here and continue it later on in the next part. Bye for now 🍞}

{620 words}