(UK IS NOT A PEDO THIS HAPPEND BY AN ACSIDENT AND THE JOKE AT THE START IS A JOKE)
Bro is tramatized from the old man's POV (Russia):
9:45 am
As the person that was questioning me left, (I think his name is UK), China and NK came back.
"You okay Russ? You seem off." said NK.
"Yeah I'm fine, just some old dude came to me and asked me questions." I replied.
"What kind of questions?" China raised his eyebrow as he asked the question.
"Mainly about папа" I said.
"oh, phew, okay" replied NK followed by an embarrassed chuckle.
"You're weird" I say to NK fully knowing what he was thinking. "He is just worried about my папа for some reason."
"oh shut up you two, we need to go get our stuff from the hotel room so that we can get on the plain on time." China said having enough of our dirty minded minds as he was starting to leave.
Me and NK quickly cached up to him so we don't get lost in London (even tho NK has been here a million times before and I'm here for the first time).
"So how's you first ever meeting Russ?" asked NK finally back to his old good self I remember.
"ummmm..... Fine I think. Well it was really awkward when I had to explain why I was there which is hard cuz I don't know english very much." I replied in more of a cheery tone instead of being cold as I was before.
"You'll be fine, when I was a few years above your age I did the same thing. You just need to get used to it." NK tried to reassure me.
"I geuss your right." I chuckled after I said that.
Sooner or later we finally arrived to our hotel room.
Bro is short but he had 3rd of the world at one point's POV (UK):
10:36 am
I had finally arrived home.I looked at the clock to see that it's almost 10:40 am. If I'm not mistaken uncle Scotland will be coming over at 11 so I have enough time to proper the tea and stuff like that. But the shaking feeling of Soviet kept coming back in to my mind. I don't even care about him, he's my son's enemy after all.
"ugh... it's only the start of the day and I'm already tired." I say to myself as if I expect an answer from someone.
My children don't live with me anymore. My ex-wife, France, had gotten a divorce from me around 3 years ago, which isn't bad cuz we both wanted one since the only reason we got married in the first place was becouse of political reasons back in late 1600s. But still, back then we used to have a little family and we're mostly happy, but now it feels like everyone has abanded me.
I should probably stop thinking about this stuff. I have to proper for my uncle coming over in 20 minutes.
And with that I went to the kitchen to proper for my uncels arival.
11:05 am
*KNOCK*
*KNOCK* *KNOCK*
*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*
"I'm coming, I'm coming" I shouted to the door entrance as I was placing the final plate on the table.
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FanfictionOne day in the meeting room instead of Soviet came his 15 year old son, Russia. This surprised Britain as first of all he didn't know he had children, and second of all why did he skip meetings he never does. So after getting the information out of...
