The Runaway - CountryHumans - AU

Prologue

England eagerly waited outside, France was trying to get there newborn baby, 13 Colonies (Also known as America) to bed. England was full of adrenaline he fidgeted with his watch that hung from his coat pocket. He could hear France softly singing in the baby room. England felt warm and soft as his wife sang sweetly, the light breeze outside moved the trees in a satisfying rhythm and the setting sun made the moment better. England softly sighs as he took it in.

France quietly opened the door and smiled at England. Who put his pocket watch back in his coat pocket. "Did I take too long?" France said softly closing the door. She was wearing a black dress with a gold floral pattern. The baby room was lit with a dim golden glow with some pink. When France closed the door the lonely hallway got darker.

"No. You are just fine." England said bowing to France and hold out his hand. She excepted it and he pulled her close.

"America is asleep." The loving French said. "Shall we greet our guests?"

"We shall."

England and France walked toward the end of the hall and down to the first floor to the Ballroom. The English and French stopped at the large double doors to look at each other, take a big breath, and open the doors to see many other countries in their Ballroom. All were dressed fancy and formal for their own culture. All were talking. Many looked at the two who opened the double doors. Silence fell on all the empires and countries.

"Welcome, All," England said walking forward with France by his side who was wrapped around his arm. The Ball was big and covered in many fancy golden patterns with a diamond chandelier, one side of the walls had many windows showing the setting sun and double glass doors that lead outside to a large balcony. The was lit like it was daytime in the very room. There were tables with cider and other formal food and drinks.

"Thank you all for coming. First, Welcome to England, my wife and I are glad all of you could come."

One of the waiters came up to England and gave him his cider. The proud country raised his glass and cheered. "To World Peace!"

"TO WORLD PEACE." The other countries said. England drank his drink and everyone began to talk once again.

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England had talked to all his guest and all congratulated him with his newborn son. England looked around but he couldn't find his best friend. Walking past the crowd England looked back but could only see his wife and other ladies talking to her about her baby son. and on the other side of the room where all the men happily talking about how their land is going. England heard the wind blow from outside. He turned around and saw a tall Russian outside. he was wearing his military outfit with an Ushanka on his head. England entered the balcony with the Russian. The Russian looked at the Brit.

"There you are!" England said in his loud British voice.

"Hey..." The Russian's voice was quiet but still had his accent. He looked at the speaker then he looked back a the twilight sky.

"Why don't you come in and get out of the cold?"

The Russian quickly looked and faced him and gave him a 'seriously?'

"I am all of Russia, man of England... Cold is nothing." He replied smiling and showing his fangs and laughed. England laughed back. They both looked at each other in silence lightly smiling at each other.

"Didn't you say you just got a son?" The Russian said.

"Yes, a little baby boy," England said closing the glass door and leaning ageist it. "I heard the same as you."

"It's a boy too." The Russian sounded proud. looking to the sky and raising a fist at where he looked. "He will one day rule Russia! And make it proud."

"Wish I could be that determined." The Brit said looking down. This caught the other's attention.

"Why are you not?" The Russian said standing upright and adjusting his eye patch.

"I mean I am proud to be a father but I'm worried about his future." England looked at the landscape. Purple was showing close to were the sun a been, blue and black surrounded it with not many stars due to the incredible light inside. The friend put his hand on England's shoulder.

"You are a great leader of the land that shares your name. Surly a little boy will be easy." The Russian smiled. The words made England smiled. The yellow eyes of England's friend looked reassuring but there was something else. He did keep looking away and looking back.

Suddenly the lights inside were dim and this made England sit up from the door, The Russian moved his hand, "Thank you USSR." England bowed. "Now the slow dancing is on, France wanted to dance with me" England winked at USSR and he smiled. England opened the door but stop to look at his friend. USSR was leaning ageist a pillar folding his arms

"USSR?"

The Russian just looked at him

"Are you okay?"

"... Ya Nothing is wrong." USSR his face in his scarf but he was smiling. "I'll be inside soon."

England ran of.

The leader of Russia looked at his hands. One had a glove and the other didn't, he took the glove off. A small crack was at the center of his hand.

"не" *not* He said in Russian.

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All art above is done by me.

Oof kind of sad way to start. Sorry for how short this is but it's the prologue.

Thank you all for reading. The art above is mine.

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