Our Little Secret. [NO MORE UPDATES SORRY]

Chapter 8.

"Is he dead?"

"Doesn't look like it,"

"Ok mister! Wake up!"

Soviet felt a poke on his cheek and opened his eyes.

There were two children standing before him. They were basically wearing the same thing except for a few alterations to show personality.

Who are they?

I can't give an answer on that.

Why?

No response.

"Oh I thought you were dead!"

"What? Who are you?"

"Oh that's easy! We're twins!" The girl with a clip in her hair yelled. She didn't have to yell but she did. In fact, they were both yelling.

"Yeah but what are your names?"

"We can't tell you that. Mister Br-"

"GUERNSEY! JERSEY! WHERE ARE YOU TWO RASCALS?!"

One of the girls turned her head in the direction of the yelling.

"We are over here!"

Another country ran up to the girls and grabbed both of them. It was ya boi Brit.

"Where did you two go?! I was worried sick!"

"Mister Britain put us down please! We're sorry for running off!"

Britain put them down next to him and sighed.

"That's ok. Just don't do it again. France would kill me if something were to happen to you two,"

Britain took a packet of hard sweets and chucked them at the girls.

"SWEETS!!!"

The girls grabbed the pack and fought over the sweets in the background.

"Hey Soviet,"

This snapped Soviet back to reality from whatever daydream he was having.

"Oh hi,"

"Sorry about the girls. If they did anything that is,"

"N-no it's fine! They actually didn't even tell me their names because of stranger danger,"

Britain let out a little laughed and smiled a bit.

"I guess I taught them well,"

The girls looked up at the two countries and smirked at eachother. Twin energy.

"So what's the occasion? I wouldn't think of you being the type to babysit,"

"It's not really babysitting. France and I share joint custody over the Chanel Islands. But they are crown dependencies,"

"Oh right,"

"But enough about me. Why are you still here? It's getting late,"

"I.... Kinda fell asleep,"

"That's right! We found him on the bench!" Guernsey yelled.

"I thought he was dead!" Jersey also yelled.

"Stop yelling,"

"Sorry!"

Britain sat down on the bench and hummed in agreement to something.

"You alright there?"

"I can see why you fell asleep on this bench,"

Soviet chuckled and sat down next to him.

"Hey. Can I ask something?"

Britain looked over at Soviet.

"Sure,"

"Were you hiding somewhere during the meeting? You kinda appeared out of nowhere,"

"It's an ability of mine. I can teleport somehow. It's weird but it's gotten me out of sticky situations in the past,"

"So what about your other ability? Y'know being what we spoke about,"

Britain looked down in some sort of emotion. Guilt? Shame? Soviet couldn't tell but he knew it wasn't a positive feeling.

"I... I don't want to talk about it,"

"It's ok if you don't. I can respect that,"

Britain looked up at Soviet and smiled again.

"Thanks,"

The two sat in silence for some time. The sun was beginning to set and it was  pretty quiet. Even Guernsey and Jersey were silent.

"What about you?" Britain broke the silence with the question on Soviet's abilities.

"I can freeze things and I have real good hearing,"

"That's kinda creepy,"

"I know. I'm still trying to master my ice magic though,"

"That makes sense I suppose,"

"Yeah..... AHH. I JUST REALISED I NEED TO GET HOME!"

"Run then!"

"See you another time then?"

"Sure!"

Soviet ran off to catch his train and get home.

Britain waved as he saw the taller me disappear into the distance. Ha! Gaeeeeeeee.

The twins made a certain face as Britain turned around to face them.

"What?"

The two girls giggled before yelling.

"Do you like him?!"

"Calm down. You can't fall in love with someone you met a couple of days ago. And also being gay is frowned upon by society. But I do consider him a friend,"

"Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuure,"

Bonus:

So you wanted to talk to me?

Mhm. I want you to stop interrupting my story.

No.

Why?

Give me a password and I might.

My password if 'Eatmyass'.

Awwwwwwww. That's not an actual password.

And my social security is:

FINE! I'LL GO!

Thanks.