"Come on... The only thing you're good at is LYING!!"
"OH REALLY!? Well then here's a lie for you, I love you"
"You hate me, don't you bro?"
"Took you a while to realise! You know what let me tell you the truth! Dad never fucking ever liked you. You're the reason he is dead now! I hate you......... Get out!!!"
"................Ok"
Third person's POV:
The sad country walked right out of the door with unnoticeable tears flowing down his cheeks. "Where are you going now?" asked Pakistan. No response..........Paki wanted to follow his big bro but his ego kept blocking his way. India zoomed out of the house, closing the door behind. He ran where his legs took him. He stopped thinking straight, the only thing he wanted to do is scream, that was the only way to calm him down.💭What am I doing wrong.....? Why does he still hate me, after all I did for him? Feels like he's doing it on purpose for making me feel worse than ever..... It's not like I care.......... do I care.......?💭 thought India, crying silently, wetting his lil' shirt that his...... father? No! He is not worthy of that title.
India's POV
My so-called step father, killed Baba, not me! That mother fucking good-for-nothing pakistan(no offence) knows nothing!! Sometimes I just want to fucking kill him!!.......... But.....no matter what, he is my lil' bro. ...........Baba, he gave me the responsibility to protect my siblings, till I am alive. And I'm literally in the fucking borderline of hating and loving Pakistan. Bangladesh is ok, but she usually prefers that hoe(no offence) over anyone else. Life just sucks. Why did that mother-fucking Uk(no offence) have to just come into my pretty life and ruin it????!!!!!
Ugh!
Third person's POV
India's blood was boiling with intense rage. He closed his eyes, breathing in and out softly, trying to calm himself. Just when he started to smile, guess what, It started raining😑. India got starlted as heck and started searching for a shade. He found a huge tree and decided to stand underneath it. "Great! It's raining, my hair and clothes are soaked and, well, I am Fucking lost.......What a day." India took off his shirt, which was partially wet, and started drying his hair. Just then a long Aurus Senat car passed by. It stopped for a while then backed to the place where India was sitting. A tall, stern, quite scary looking country, wearing an Ushanka came out. He really scared the fuck outta India. India squeaked with fear and stepped back. A country came forward with an umbrella and held it above India's head. India's eyes rounded with shock. "Wha-" before India could say anything, the bigger country interrupted him " It's not safe for anyone to stay out alone at this time. If you want, you can come with me." His voice sounded deep,cold. His eyes didn't have the hopeful spark like the others did. India smiled and nodded his head. But he had learnt from childhood that not to trust anyone, not even the ones close to you. The bigger country's eyes widened and he lead India to the car. India stayed cautious. "Btw" said the bigger country,"What's your name?". "I'm India. Thanks for your kind approach, Sir" replied India. The bigger country glanced at India in the eyes and again looked back at the road. 💭He's.........odd💭 thought India. The bigger country really freaked India out!
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Is This Okay.......? (USSR X India)
Fanfiction(USSR x India.) Look, I know that both the countries are homophobic, but it's fictional. Also, it won't be historically accurate. I'm just using the countries as characters.......... BTW ENJOY!!!
