New World // countryhumans. (2.0)

5~ Night time shenanigans

⚠️MENTIONS OF SUICIDE  AND ABUSE!!⚠️

EMPIRE POV

I stare at the massive shelf of books on the side of my room, as the cold air flowed in through an open window.
Maybe i could draw as well as that girl from that American School.
What would i draw?
Hm..

SOVIET POV

Laying awake and unable to sleep at 00:00 in the morning had me growing bored. I stand, and deciede(?) to head downstairs. As i go down, i hear a kettle bubbling from the Brits kitchen. I peer my head in to see the Brit himself, making a coffee.
"What are you doing making coffee at Midnight?"
I ask him and it causes him to jump slightly, burning his hand. He winced, putting the cup down and now checking if his hand wasnt too burnt.
He looks to me.

"Soviet...dont scare a person holding hot stuff-"
"I dont francly care, answer my question"
I say and he mumbles something under his breath.

"I cant sleep when the person in my room snores like a fucking train.."
He says.
"Who stays in your room?"
"EU"
"Why? I meant to ask why she was here"
I say and Britain chuckled slightly, running his hand under the cold tap water.
"Soviet, i left the EU in 2021, but i had been with EU for two years before that, our leaders and etc were at a bit of a disagrement , but me and EU didnt really brake up, so she just lives with me since all my kids have left and she doesnt want me to be alone"
He says, chuckling again for some reason.

I nod, aknowledging his words.
"You children have moved out?"
I ask.
"Yes, they have either gone to live in their own countrys or with their spouses or partners"
He replys.
"Who are your  children with?"
I ask and he seemed to go a bit nervous.
"Well...3 of them are with...3 of yours-"
He says , and i feel my body repel the thought.
"Which of mine.."
I say and he made some odd britishbnoise under his bresth before he continued to speak.
"Ukraine, Georgia and...Tajikstan...although i dont know how or why Aussie is with Tajik-"
He mumbled awkwardly and it felt as though my brain was spinning in a 360 at 100 miles per hour trying to process all that he was telling me.
So who the fuck was with my oldest chikd and my sweet angel , Georgia-?!

"And Ukraine is with Canada and Georgia is with..."
He paused,
"..America.."
He finishes and i feel anger bubbling inside me. I absolutley despiced Canada, Not as much as i despiced the Filthy American though!
I grumble under my breath, my protective father instincts kicking in.
I didnt care that Australia was with Tajikstan, i cared more about the American idiot and the axe weilding canadian-!
My two poor girls stuck with them idiots-!

Britain just watches me.

REICH POV

I was still awake due to Facists loud snoring right in my ear, but other than that there was only the sound of ticking and bird caws from outside.
I decieded to ocuppy(?) my thoughts with how i would apoligize to everyone ive done wrong to, specifically my siblings and...
Poland.

He definetly deserved an apologie..
So did Austria.
And Hungary.
And...Weimar.. i didnt kill him..but no one believes me.

Do you believe me?

I stare at the wall, thinking and then it dawned on me how Germany straight up blankly ignored me back at Vaticans basement. I sit up, and pop a pill, staring out of the window. He didnt even say hello...or hi...or how is it being dead?
Did i not only fail as a person, but also fail as a decent father..?
Was i...really that bad..?

I stand up, and head over to the window, looking out of it.
This window didnt over look the pool, instead it over looked concrete.
I dont deserve to be back here.
My apoligies arent gonna fix what i have done..
I may as well just...

Jump.

FACIST POV

I wander around my dreamland, jumping over giant marshmellows like they are trampolines, before even nicking(another british word for stealing)  a bite out of one as i passed.

EMPIRE POV

I stare at the paper.
I

had managed to draw...
A cat.
And only a cat-
It looked a bit like a hamster.

I frown.
Boss is way better at drawing then me...
Although it was his hobbie as a child.
Mine was more really getting abused by my father and my mother never finding out, but then again, i killed my father when i was 17 because i was sick and tired of his abuse.
My tail still has the scars on it, only the tip is actually red, while the strips that go down are the scars that he left and are perminent.
Atleast he is dead  now lmao-

(834 words)

-from writer: yes, Facist is dreaming about unicorns and marshmellows 💀