A Mistake? ||BritSov Countryhumans||

Chapter 13- Thanks

"Thanks Britain." Belarus said happily, suddenly hugging the Brit tightly.

Britain was surprised as he jumped at the sudden embrace, but he couldn't just stand there stupidly with his hands by his side. He slowly put his arms around her and smiled awkwardly, he hadn't been hugged in a long time. By this point, Ukraine and Kaz noticed and already knew they were going to join in- even USSR'S got the hint by now.

For some reason, Britain could feel USSR's touch a bit too well, almost like it was solid. But at the same time, it was only slight- far from solid. But to Britain, it was more than he needed.

Now they were all hugging someone they presumed to be telling the truth. Presumed. I'm telling you right now, they believed him by now. This is what Britain could not understand. Why? It was like a very foggy dream he could only vaguely recall, yet at the same time as clear as day.

He was standing there, with a group people he never thought he would live to be hugged by. A family.

Another family.

It came to him like a bucket of ice-cold water just got thrown on him.

He wasn't supposed to be here. This family wasn't supposed to trust him. He wasn't supposed to he meddling with other peoples' problems. Yet he remembered a single detail.

He could speak to their dead father. There's no say in this matter. He felt like he simply had to at this point, and the thing was... he didn't feel bad about it.

He thought if he could help someone else, things will surely get better. He would feel better about himself, others will be happy as well. It's that simple.

Is it?

People will be happy, I will be happy, no one will end up in the dumps. No one will end up gone. No one will end up tearful at all.

He repeated those words over and over again in his head. It had to be true. That's what people always told him. It was true. It was true. It was true-

"You smell sweet. Like tea." He suddenly heard a voice mutter.

He looked down in surprise, his train of thought broken.

"I agree. You smell real good, but father only smells like vodka. Not saying vodka doesn't smell good as well though." He saw Belarus add.

He gave a light hearted chuckled. Her incredibly innocent sounding voice made it harder to take anything she said seriously.

"Say... I know this might be seen as an inappropriate question to you... but do you drink at all as well?" Belarus asked.

Britain's smile faded instantly.

"Depends." Was the simple answer. He purposefully left it open ended because he really didn't know how to answer that while not making him seem like a terrible country. The absolute opposite of Great. Yes, I capitalised the 'G'.

"Hmmm..." She seemed to be in deep thought for a moment.

"Well I best be going now innit? It was nice meeting you." Britain hurriedly said before gently pushing them away and going towards the door.

"Hey wait-!" He felt someone weakly grab his sleeve in a hurry.

Britain knew it wasn't one with the wrong intent, but somehow, just somehow, the flashbacks came rushing in like hell broke loose. His vision suddenly became blurry. Suddenly his glasses weren't enough to comprehend anything. But this wasn't the time now Brit, get back to your senses. Don't make a scene now, no matter how bad it was.

He blinked furiously many times before turning back to see Kazakhstan smiling sheepishly.

"Uh, sorry Britain. I just wanted to say thanks properly. Well uh, thanks a lot." He said shyly, trying not to sound too wierd.