A lil SovBrit Story

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-Centuries ago in the early 1700's-

[B.E.'s POV]

B.E. frowned as his horse cantered to a stop. 'Where in the Lord's name is my son??' Britain, only a few years younger than France, was again, missing. "He'll be the death of me."  The British Empire said to himself. He'd never thought raising just one child would be so difficult. All the other Empires made it look so easy! Well, smooth seas don't make a skilled sailor. He hopped off and began searching for his impulsive son on foot. 

"Britain!" the Empire called out. Where the damn hell did that young man go?? Soon enough however, a small speck came riding on a jet-black horse from the west side. 'There he is!' 

"Britain!" The said country stopped his horse as the Empire approached. "Father." Great Britain greeted out of forced politeness. "Britain, where were you? Do you not know how worried I've been? The whole castle is out looking for you- YOUNG MAN WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?" B.E. raised his voice as his son rolled his eyes and trotted off. The former quickly got on his own horse to go after Britain. 

"I don't need a whole palace out looking for me. I can defend myself just fine." Britain answered. B.E. gave his son a stern look. "I don't care if you can defend yourself or not. You're the bloody heir and my ONLY SON. Do you not understand what 'only son' means?? And don't make assumptions, young man! Assumptions are made and most of them are wrong, believe me!"

[Britain's POV]

'And here comes the insanely long lecture a parent would give their child.' Britain thought grumpily. His father scolded him about his "reckless behaviour" and how he could have been kidnapped for ransom or killed. Blah blah blah all that stuff. 'Why can't I do my own thing?? It's not like disappearing for an hour or so would do me harm.' 

"Britain, are you listening??" B.E. asked. "Yes, father. I'm listening to you rant about how I'm going to be murdered and all the details about it." Said country grinned at the Empire. 

B.E. had to crack a smile. "When you have your own children, you'll understand why I'm doing all of this."

-back in the present-

-next day-

[America's POV]

"So lemme get this straight." America faced NATO. 

"My dad was kicked out of the meeting which needed his report on the nuclear weapons." NATO nodded. "Well, him just being there caused France to be in utter distress." the organization explained but America cut him off. 

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?! BRITAIN IS ONE OF THE ONLY COUNTRIES WITH THE SMARTS TO HELP US." The US shouted at NATO. 

"Well-" Even if the organization tried to explain, America still had to shout even more. "THE SOVIET UNION HAS WAY MORE NUCLEAR WEAPONS THAN I DO, I- WE NEED BRITAIN-" America quickly realized what he was doing and tried to stop shouting. BUT SERIOUSLY- WHO WOULD BE DUMB ENOUGH TO KICK OUT A COUNTRY WHEN SAID COUNTRY WAS IMPORTANT TO THE DEFEAT OF YOU WORST ENEMY??

Suddenly, a new voice entered the room, saying, "Ame, Mon cher (my dear). No need for the unnecessary shouting." 'MOM??' "Mom, what're you doing here?? I thought your flight back to Paris was an hour ago!" America asked.

"Well, cher (dear), there's another one. I stayed behind to make sure you were alright, after my... little dilemma." She continued to explain. "I know I haven't been able to properly take care of you, Nada, Aussie and Kiwi but this time I'll try. Especially since Britain is now gone for a while."

-a few hours later-

America stared at the two letters. They were both for him. 

The impatient country opened the first, reading it.

To the United States of America

From England

Good afternoon, America.

                                   This is England writing to you regarding the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. His last known location was in your country, inside the city of Norfolk, Virginia. He was in a N.A.T.O. meeting with you and the other members of said organisation. His plane was supposed to have arrived back in the London Heathrow Airport by 18:00 - 19:00. The pilot of the plane had written that there Great Britain had not boarded or even set foot near the proximity of any British aeroplane. 

I, along with Scotland and Northern Ireland, have sent small search parties to look for the United Kingdom. We ask of you to do the same so as to find him as quickly as possible without anyone noticing his disappearance and panicking.

                                                                                                                                                 With best regards,

                                                                                                                                                  England.

America could only stare at the elegantly written letter, his poor mind still trying to process it. "HE'S MISSI-" He finally said out loud. But HOW? Surely whoever could've kidnapped him must know that Britain would probably be the reason they're gonna see Heaven. 

Wait kidnapped? Probably not... HOPEFULLY NOT! America stood up and began pacing around the room. Aside from being kidnapped, it's possible Britain might just want some time alone and away from work, especially with whatever lies France told the other European countries. 

'The Black Sheep of Europe... that's dad's nickname right?' he thought. Of course those countries would believe France! They barely know Britain personally, especially since he's cut off from the mainland by the English Channel...

But then a few things that Britain had scolded and told the American about returned to the US's head. 

"Don't assume things, America. Assumptions are made and most of them are wrong." Britain had said. "Yeah yeah and who told you that?" Young Ame asked as he stuck his tongue out. "My very own father." Britain said.

[No one's POV]

As America's thoughts swirled around his head like a tornado, he didn't notice a young man knocking on the door, with urgent news about a certain aeroplane which had left just yesterday. The country just sat back down and opened the second letter.

Guten Tag, USA.

                       Hier schreibt Ihnen Ostdeutschland. Wir haben jemanden, der von England und den britischen Ländern als vermisst angesehen wird.

Sagen Sie allen britischen Piloten, sie sollen Norfolk, Virginia verlassen und nach Europa zurückfliegen, damit die Sowjetunion nicht den Krieg erklärt.

                                                                                                                                                                -Ostdeutschland