WE'RE BOTH DIVORCED, SO WHY NOT FUCK AFTER GRIEF

CHAPTER 3: I'M HERE TO HELP :D

(Shit I just realised I keep spelling West instead of East in previous chapters it's meant to be East instead of West guys, sorry)

Bro is allergic to saying America's POV (UK):

7:05 pm (aka the time he started writing)

"Dear Diary named Bob,

Today at the meeting we had a different person who came instead of Soviet Union. It turns out that he has a 15 year old son named Russia. It's funny how he named him over his dad, hmm.. it's good to know that they had a good relationship (Soviet and Russian Empire).

Anyways to the point of today, I found out from the boy that Soviet got a divorce. But the problem with that is that it kept being on my mind so after a while of thinking I decided that I will help him. (Yes I know I'm a genius). Is he my son's enemy? Yes. Do I care about him? Not after that revelation I'm not >:( . (Just joking he's still my son that I love).

So, after I called Soviet (or at least attempted to because his daughter answered, geeze he has 2 children. Poor man.) we have decided that I will hang out with him till he feels better to go back to meetings. :) So now I'm flying to Russia tomorrow. So excited. >:3

Geeze what the fuck is wrong with me. Anyways see you tomorrow Bob. :)

[XX/10/1968]"

8:45 pm

With that I put away my diary and look away at the clock. It's 8:45. Dam, I didn't expect I was writing for over an hour. I have an early flight tomorrow. I should get ready for bed.

Bro exists's POV (Russia):

10:36 pm (in uk it would be 7:36 pm)

I have finally arrived to not-so-dear old home. I opened the door to lights still on upstairs. Weird. They should be in bed by now.

I put away my coat and went upstairs and opened the bedroom door that had the light on. Right as I opened the door I saw my siblings all 14 of them laying on the floor sleeping.

I looked at Ukraine who was holding a story book in her hand. I guess they fell asleep while listening to Ukraine read a book. Awww... how cute :)

Now I got to carry them all in their bed. Shit. Oh well. I just have to make sure none of them wake up. Especially Belarus (she is 4 months old) otherwise it will be an even longer night then it already is.

Quick time skip to where he put all the siblings into bed and last being Belarus.

Last one finally. The trickiest of them. I just need to put her into her crib and then I can go into my own slumber.

As I finally played her into her crib I went to check on папа. I walked to his room and gently opened the door. He was laying on his bed sleeping. He looks like he had been crying. Oh well, I hope he will be better tomorrow.

I closed папа's door and heared a voice behind me:

"Oh, you're back" they whispered to not wake up the others.