Hammer and Sickle guy's POV (Soviet):
13:07 pm
I was "trying" to do paperwork work but then my eldest daughter, Ukraine, knocked on the door and told me:
"Hey, umm... папа, how do I say this," she paused "well basically UK is outside our door step and I would like you to welcome him in. He will be staying with us for a few days." she explained the situation nervously.
"Okay sure, I'll go welcome him in. Wait who again?" I panicked a little not knowing if I heard it correctly.
"UK." she replied.
"Why is he staying with us?" I asked calmly trying not to freak out.
"I'll explain when time comes. Okay?"
"Ummm... Sure?" As I said that I stood up and walked to the front entrance.
13:08 pm
I open the door to see UK as I expected. But why him. Why the West? Why out of all the East is the West that I see on my door step.
I mean he is one of the West that I can tolerate at least (unlike America) but still. Why him?
"What do you want UK? I ask him gently scared and worried on why on Earth he knows my address.
"I'm here to help you, buddy." He replied with a smile on his face.
"W-w-why? With what could I possibly need help with??!?!" I studder.
"With your divorce, duh." He said with shit tone of confidence.
"First of all I don't need your help. Second of all how the hell do you know I got a divorce?" I ask even more in fear.
"🙂" -UK
"🫤 (😰-his inside emotion)" -Soviet
I move aside to let him in "I think you should come in because it's cold and stuff like that."
Shit I'm awkward. 💀
13:36 pm (a little bit after showing around the house)
"So how long are you planning to stay here?" I ask him hoping that he will leave soon.
"At least 3 days" he replied slightly losing the energy he had earlier.
"Great."
Brit exist's POV:
Day 1 (Thursday) (aka the night he came)
"Dear diary named Bob,
Today was the first day I spend with him. He was surprisingly calm to what I was expecting to happen since I am his enemy and stuff. Anyways he showed me around the house (still on edge though) and the room I will be staying in which is the room I am in right now.
Also remember how couple of days ago I said Soviet had 2 children, right? Well this motherfucker apparently has 15 CHILDREN!?!?!! Dam and I thought I have a lot of children. The youngest one is 4 months old and the oldest is 15 years old (aka the boy from the meeting).
We didn't have a lot of time today but I hope tomorrow we will have more time.
See you tomorrow Bob!
[XX/10/1968]"
Day two (Friday) -5:04 am
YOU ARE READING
WE'RE BOTH DIVORCED, SO WHY NOT FUCK AFTER GRIEF
Hayran KurguOne 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...
