(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!!!
Third person's POV Days pass by like this. The more the time passed, the more USSR developed feelings for India. But innocent India had absolutely no clue about USSR's feelings for him. But India's bond with USSR's kids started growing deeper and deeper. He was more of a father figure in their eyes. He used to sometimes make breakfast for USSR and his kids when USSR used to be late. And USSR was pretty happy with India living with them, though he never expressed it. He finally found someone his type.
It was Tuesday, 6:56 PM. USSR was driving back home, drenched by the tiring day. He noticed the sky and started admiring it.
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It relaxed him. He calmed down a bit, turned the volume of the song playing on the radio high, and sang along with it. It was a love song. Totally matched the aesthetic of the time. His voice was............... MAJESTIC! He slowed down his car, so that he could enjoy the view for a longer duration. A bright smile started dancing on his lips as it was actually a long time since he enjoyed himself. USSR was actually relating himself to the song on play. He badly wanted India for himself. Sooner enough the sun set 🥲🥲. The sky started getting darker. USSR sped up a bit. He changed the song on his car radio to a more vulgar song😏😏. He vibed with the song. Just when the song ended, he realised that he had reached his home.
"I'm home." "Daddy!!!! You're home!!!" "Oh, hey Sir Ussr."
USSR hugged his kids tight one by one. It was honestly, pretty adorable.
"I'm sorry I'm late." Said USSR "It's ok dad!" Said his kids. USSR softened his eyes and said, "Have you eaten anything?" "Yes, Papa India gave us dinner. It was very yummy!!!!" USSR giggled and looked at India gratefully. Suddenly, they both got stuck in each other's gaze. There was a romantic silence between them. India blushed bright red looking at Ussr's unnoticeable needy eyes. Then Belarus broke the silence by saying "Papa India! I'm sleepy!" India froze for a second and spoke up "Oh Yes, It's way past your bedtime! Silly me" and headpats himself. He went ahead and tucked each of the kids in beds and gave them a good night kiss. "Good night, Papa~" "Good night :D" Just when India was about to go downstairs to his room, USSR held his hand and said with a soft voice, "Sweet dreams." India's eyes widened, "Oh, good night USSR Si-" USSR kept his finger on India's lips, while interrupting him, "Please, just call me USSR. 'Sir'......Is too formal." "Oh, Ok. USSR." India blushed hard. He covered his face and ran downstairs with embarrassment.
USSR'S POV Gosh~~What have I done! I lost control over myself.
India's POV 💭AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!! This is sooooooooo embarassing!!!! Why did I act like that over there!?!? Why did HE act like that over there!?!? Aaaaaaaa! THIS IS SOOOOOOO WEIRD!!!!!!!! 😳😳😳............. Ok India, calm yourself down *pant* don't *pant* overreact *pant*. Think about it............ He doesn't like me! He's just grateful cuz' I gave his kids dinner! Nothing else!!! But....................... Aaaaaa Fuck! Did I just develop feelings for..................USSR!?!?!? But this can't be okay!!! Is it ok...........?💭
I leave aside all these.........wierd thoughts and lay down on my bed. But the bed was hella cold. I wrapped myself in the blanket USSR gave me, but guess what, it was cold too....... How did it all of a sudden get so cold. I got out of bed, frustrated, and decided to ask USSR for a warmer blanket. I went upstairs and knocked on USSR's door. I waited for his reply. 💭Guess he is asleep💭 I thought and went inside. I saw that he had buried his head in the pillow and was laying without a blanket!? I called his name, hoping he would wake up. It didn't work so I poked him in the cheeks (In his face!!!! You godamn dirty minded mf!!). He moved his head and faced me. "USSR, I'm cold." I cooed. "Huh? You can sleep with me then, I guess........" Said USSR, closing his eyes again. "Wa- Wait Wha- What!?" I blushed blood red. 💭 He's just sleepy. But should I obey him??? Maybe I should.....💭 "Come over....... Please.........." Said USSR like he didn't sleep properly for 12535372829364527918264828295 days. "I- I- O- Okay....." Why am I blushing so fucking hard!?!? I got up on his bed and asked him "Can I take the blanket?" "Sure............." And he fell asleep. I covered myself and him in the blanket and lay down on his hand. It felt so warm and comfortable in his embrace. I melted into a cuddle in his arms. I closed my eyes and sooner enough, fell asleep.
