A Mistake? ||BritSov Countryhumans||

Chapter 6- Friends?

Drawing up there by me;) 👆

"You alright?" USSR asked the Brit, who was swinging back and forth on his chair with a frustrated expression on his face.

He didn't respond until the chair decided to betray him and tip backwards all the way. He yelled as he hit the floor with a thud.

USSR just flinched back as his eyes widened in surprise at this sudden movement. But he eventually just sighed and waited for Britain to fix his position.

"Really?" USSR asked the Brit.

"Not my fault chairs hate me." Protested Britain, looking away in embarrassment.

"So?"

"So what?"

"Why were you swinging on the chair in the first place?"

Britain suddenly went stiff as a look of terror hit his face.

"He... didn't... like my... tea..." He replied terrified.

USSR was taken aback as he looked at him with a puzzled look.

"Who?" Was all he could ask.

"IT DOESN'T MATTER WHO, HE DIDN'T LIKE MY BLOODY TEA!" Britain suddenly blurted out, standing up abruptly and stomping off to the kitchen.

USSR could only look on in shock and confusion.

He didn't like the tea you made him? Why is that so bad? he thought, following the Brit.

USSR found him glaring intensely at the tea bags he had.

"Why are you-"

"Am I doing it wrong?" The Brit whispered.

"Aren't there machines or something that does stuff for you? You can't possibly go wrong there," USSR reasoned, "maybe it's just him."

"Well, I thought I'd do it myself. The machines over there cannot be trusted." Britain scoffed, staring at the kettle intently.

"Woah there, where did all this hate for machines come from?" USSR said, pretending to be taken aback.

"Too loud." Was the answer he was given, which didn't make much sense, but he shrugged it off.

"Well it's only one person dude, nothing big."

"The thing is, he's said to come every day."

"Well, you should use the machines then."

Britain faced him with a cold glare.

"Not over my dead body."

That's when USSR gave up on trying to reason with the Brit. One, because he can be fucking scary when he wants to. Two, because he's Britain, what did you expect?

USSR went to put a hand on his shoulder, but of course he forgets he couldn't do that. Instead, his hand goes effortlessly through Britain's shoulder, but the Brit still shuddered. It was almost like he could feel him somehow. Almost.

"Can you feel me still?" USSR asked him, changing the subject subconsciously.

"I'm not sure how to describe it, but it feels like something is there, but it isn't at the same time." He answered, receiving a wierd look.

"So you can feel me somehow?" Said USSR, suddenly sounding excited for some reason.

"I guess so." Britain said.

"So if I punch you right now, you'll kinda feel it?"

"Where is this going?" Britain asked, finding himself making some tea without himself knowing.