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the secret affairBritain stood in his stately home, the evening light casting long shadows through the large windows. The grandeur of his surroundings did little to ease the turmoil within him. He had everything—a successful empire, respect from allies and foes alike, and a beautiful wife, France. Yet, despite all this, a forbidden love ensnared his heart.France, elegant and graceful, moved about their home with an air of effortless sophistication. She was everything one could desire in a partner—charming, intelligent, and devoted. But even her radiant presence couldn't fill the void in Britain's heart. He had fallen for another, a love as intense as it was forbidden.USSR was a formidable presence, his strength, and resilience captivating Britain in ways he could barely understand. Their relationship had started as a cautious alliance, but over time, it had transformed into something far deeper and more dangerous. Britain found himself drawn to USSR's rugged intensity, his unyielding spirit, and the passion that burned beneath his stern exterior.The affair was clandestine, hidden beneath layers of secrecy. Every stolen moment, every whispered confession, only deepened Britain's infatuation. The guilt gnawed at him, but the allure of USSR was too powerful to resist.One evening, as France prepared dinner, Britain made his way to his study, claiming the need to catch up on correspondence. He locked the door behind him and took a deep breath before picking up the telephone. His heart raced as he dialed the familiar number."Hello?" USSR's voice came through, deep and resonant."It's me," Britain said softly, his voice tinged with both excitement and guilt. "I needed to hear your voice.""Britain," USSR replied, a hint of warmth breaking through his usual stoicism. "Is everything alright?"Britain sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know how much longer I can keep this up. The lies, the deception... it's tearing me apart."There was a pause on the other end of the line. "I understand, but we knew it wouldn't be easy. Do you regret it?""No," Britain answered immediately. "I could never regret us. But France... she doesn't deserve this.""France is strong," USSR said, his tone reassuring. "But you need to make a choice. Living in the shadows won't sustain us forever."Britain closed his eyes, the weight of the decision pressing down on him. "I know. I just... I need more time.""Time is something we might not have much of," USSR replied, a note of urgency in his voice. "But I will wait for you, as long as it takes."Their conversation was cut short by a knock at the door. Britain quickly ended the call and composed himself before opening it. France stood there, her eyes filled with concern."Is everything alright, mon amour?" she asked softly."Yes, just some matters of state," Britain replied, forcing a smile. "Nothing to worry about."France reached out, gently touching his arm. "You know you can tell me anything, don't you?"The guilt surged up again, almost overwhelming. "Of course, my dear. I just don't want to burden you with work."She smiled, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Alright. Dinner is ready."As they sat down to eat, Britain couldn't help but steal glances at France. She deserved so much more than his divided heart. But as much as he loved her, his soul yearned for USSR, the man who had captured his heart in ways he never thought possible.Days turned into weeks, and the pressure of his double life grew unbearable. Britain knew he had to make a decision, one that would undoubtedly shatter lives but could no longer be avoided. One evening, after another brief, stolen moment with USSR, he returned home to find France waiting for him, her expression serious."Britain," she began, her voice trembling slightly. "We need to talk."He nodded, bracing himself for the inevitable confrontation. "Yes, we do."As they sat down, the truth hanging heavy between them, Britain knew that whatever the outcome, his life was about to change forever. The affair with USSR had brought him to this crossroads, and now he had to face the consequences of his choices.France looked into his eyes, searching for the truth she already suspected. "Are you in love with someone else?"Britain took a deep breath, his heart aching. "Yes, France. I am."Tears welled in her eyes, but she held her composure. "Who is it?""It's USSR," Britain confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've been seeing him, and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."The room fell into a heavy silence, broken only by the sound of France's quiet sobs. Britain reached out, but she pulled away, the betrayal cutting too deep."I need time to think," she said, her voice shaking. "I can't... I can't deal with this right now."Britain watched as she left the room, his heart breaking for the pain he had caused. The path ahead was uncertain, filled with heartache and difficult choices. But in his heart, he knew he couldn't deny his love for USSR any longer. He would have to face the consequences and hope that, in time, they could all find a way to heal.

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mentions of fat shaming

gay

angst sort of

The road to redemptionAmerica stood in front of his full-length mirror, his expression one of determination mingled with self-doubt. He had put on weight over the years, indulging in fast food and a sedentary lifestyle. The reflection staring back at him was a far cry from the fit, energetic person he used to be. His eyes flickered with resolve. He was going to change that—for himself, and for the man he had secretly admired for so long.Russia. Tall, strong, and commanding, Russia had a presence that was impossible to ignore. America had always been drawn to him, but their recent conversation replayed in his mind, stinging with its harsh truth."I don't like fat or obese people," Russia had said bluntly, his expression unreadable. "It's just not something I'm attracted to."The words had cut deep, but instead of wallowing in self-pity, America decided to use them as fuel for his transformation. He would become the best version of himself, and maybe, just maybe, win Russia's heart in the process.The next morning, America woke up early, the dawn light just beginning to break. He laced up his running shoes, took a deep breath, and set off for his first run in years. The air was crisp and cool, and as he jogged through the quiet streets, he felt a sense of purpose he hadn't felt in a long time. His lungs burned, and his muscles ached, but he pushed through, envisioning Russia's face, the steely blue eyes that had always captivated him.Days turned into weeks, and America's routine grew more rigorous. He joined a gym, hired a personal trainer, and meticulously planned his meals. Each workout was a step closer to his goal, each healthy meal a testament to his commitment. He struggled, of course—there were days when he wanted to give up, when the old habits called to him. But the thought of Russia kept him going.One evening, after an especially grueling workout, America stood in front of the mirror again. The changes were becoming visible. His face was leaner, his body more toned. He flexed his muscles, a small smile of pride creeping onto his face. He was getting there.America's friends noticed the transformation too. England, who had always been close to him, gave him a pat on the back. "You're looking great, mate. Keep it up."Even France, with his usual playful teasing, couldn't hide his admiration. "Mon ami, you are becoming quite the Adonis."But it was Russia's opinion that mattered most. America hadn't seen him in a while, deliberately avoiding their usual gatherings until he felt ready. Finally, the day came when he felt confident enough to face Russia again.It was at a diplomatic meeting. America entered the room, his heart pounding with a mix of anxiety and anticipation. He spotted Russia across the room, engaged in conversation with China. Taking a deep breath, America walked over.Russia turned as he approached, his eyes widening slightly in surprise. "America?""Hey, Russia," America said, trying to keep his tone casual. "Long time no see."Russia looked him up and down, taking in the visible changes. "You look... different.""I've been working out," America admitted, a hint of pride in his voice. "Trying to get fit."Russia's expression softened, a rare smile touching his lips. "It shows. You look good."America's heart soared at the compliment. "Thanks. I wanted to make some changes, for myself. And... well, because of what you said."Russia's eyes flickered with realization. "About not liking fat or obese people?""Yeah," America said, scratching the back of his head. "I guess it gave me the push I needed."Russia's smile widened slightly, a warmth in his eyes that America hadn't seen before. "I'm glad to see you've taken such positive steps. But remember, you should do this for yourself, not just for someone else.""I know," America replied, his gaze meeting Russia's. "But it doesn't hurt to have a little extra motivation."Russia chuckled softly, a sound that made America's heart flutter. "True. Well, keep it up, America. You're doing great."As the evening went on, America couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of hope. He had started this journey to win Russia's heart, but along the way, he had found something even more important—his own strength and determination. And as he looked into Russia's eyes, he saw a flicker of something that made all the effort worthwhile.

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