Drunk Love {Sovibrit}

part 4

Hi, I'm writing this very gay part ready to be sent on June 1st, hopefully at the start of it (English time). Hope you enjoy.}

At the drinking festival

Carrying UK on his back, Soviet walks through the snow with a few of his kids (the shipping trio) to meet up with the isle, whom are dressed in the most expensive clothes money can buy.

Wales spots them first and chuckles to his siblings. "They are here, brother~ You best greet them, sister." N.I nods and hurries up in her dress to meet the Russian and her brother.

"Greeting Union of Soviet Socialist Republics! These must be the Republics, if I'm correct?" USSR simply nods, showing she was correct. N.I simply hums a response before looking at her brother and speaking in Irish, her tone firm. "Impireacht na Breataine, bain do thóin ólta uaidh nó tá mé ag iarraidh ar Shasana tú a bhualadh. (British Empire, get your drunk ass off or I'm asking England to beat you up.)" The Empire simply nod and gets off as his sister leads him away and to his carers to get into proper clothes. The USSR lets him leave as he and his children look around. Once the British empire returns, he is in fancy clothing this time.



(britain is in something like this but more modern)
USSR glances at B.E., confused at the dress, having thought he was male. However, he doesn't want to make his husband feel unsafe and ignores it.

"You are good, look, Britain!" He says, trying to speak right, causing a light chuckle from the brit. However, his younger brother, Wales, simply comes and clings onto him again.

"Sister Britainia, can you test the whiskey for us? We need to make sure it is brewed correctly before serving it." Britain nods and leaves, Wales staying with USSR before looking up at the communist. "Has she layed on you yet? Have you proposed yet? Are you married yet?" The questions create a confused look on the Soviet.

Belarus realises something, as well as Kazakhstan and Russia. They all speak in unison, "You a shipper!"

This causes USSR to faceplant into his palm. "I told you, I can do all on my own -"
Wales interrupts him.

"They why ain't ya married ya?" The annoyed brother says, causing the Soviet to lose his ego.

"Fine... uh.. I don't know how to.. show Britain.. I like him.." he stutters out of embarrassment.
(damn.. y/n, that you?
Ussr:Shut up, Charlie
Bro.. 🇨🇱 Chile.)

Wales immediately hopes between his feet. "I can help! We just need to let him get drunk, and then you can practice. Don't worry. He is an alcoholics and will not stop drinking until he can't feel it." Wales pulls out paper and begins to write a plan down.

♡British empire's p.o.v♡

I sit on a bench as N.I glares at everyone near me. She has been like that since she and her twin split were quite tragic, but she kept her loyalty to me and didn't want it to be worthless. England, on the other hand, is sat hate flirting with Scotland like the psychopaths they are.

Being the drunkard I am, I begin to drink N.I.'s whiskey, wanting to get rid of this feeling and to become numb to it all again. Suddenly, Wales rushes up and whispers to N.I... I wonder who they are talking about. It was obviously surprising for N.I due to her reaction.

N.I suddenly have a twist in behaviour and begin to get me to try all her new concoctions. 'Oh well, at least I will get drunk quicker' is all that is in mind as I drink all I am handed.

♧N.I pov♧

Having been told by Wales about USSR, a sudden smile goes on my face as I get my baby brother drunk. He was always such a light drinker. Once he is drunk enough, I nod to Wales as the dragon rushes off to get the to-be brother-in-law. (LEZ GO!!! NORTHERN JOINED THE SHIPPING CLUB!!!!)

Wales soon returns, USSR behind him as I stand up to greet the giant. "Hey up, so you here for Britainia? He is drunk enough so do what ya want, just don't break his legs." I say, smirking at Wales as the Republics look at me joke confused.

I ignore it and push USSR to Britania and go distract the kids for a bit.

●3rd person now●

USSr stumbles from the push, soon regaining his balance as he looks up at britain as his love yawns. Suddenly the crossed eyes look at him and smiles happily, waving him over.

"Sovi!! You here!" The drunk man clings onto him, obviously having a soft spot for him. "Youc ame to visit me!! Hello!~" This simply causes USSR to smile, lifting the shortman into his arms and sitting down, the brit now on his lap.

"Hello Britain Empire. I have message to you..." This catches the short big man's attention as he turn to him, his attention no longer on the Ushanka.

"Well.. I uh... Я люблю тебя, Британская Империя!" He says, realising Britain doesn't speak Russian.

However, the brit grows a white dust on his cheeks, his cousin having taught him what "I love you" is in Russian. "Sovi, love me?"

The Russian nods as he gets cuddled by the brit, placing a kiss on the crowned one's head. A giggle emits form the drunkeness mouth.

Suddenly, a person yelled from the field, "Hurry up and marry Sister Britainia before I regret my choice and slit your neck!!" The Socialist chuckles and looks at the brit, kissing his hand.

"Next you are sober, I ask you that question, love." He says happily before leaving, grabbing his kids and heading home.

{969 words}
{Damn... it's a gae number and it is also a larger number than last time. Oh well, happy pride month! 🏳️‍🌈}