A Mistake? ||BritSov Countryhumans||

Chapter 14- Why...?

Britain gazed at the ceiling, occasionally finding himself zoning out from time to time, usually about certain cracks on the ceiling that look suspiciously like llamas. To sum it up, he couldn't sleep. Again.

There's only one place to go now. You probably know by now. But if you don't, he went to visit USSR as per usual.

"Hey." USSR smiled at the Brit as he made his way to sit next to him.

"Hello to you too Soviet." Britain replied.

They stared at each other for a good few moments before finally getting the signal to look away. They did this sometimes. It wasn't awkward- just... random? But they never really questioned it.

"Soo, you think the stars look better tonight or just the same?" USSR asked out of the blue.

Britain pretended to look deep in thought, humming to look more convincing.

"Hmmm... just a wee bit better tonight. It's the middle of October, so that's pretty good." Britain said in a matter-of-fact tone.

USSR nodded in agreement.

"So uh, Britain. You like being alone?" USSR asked, sounding uneasy.

Britain looked at him weirdly. Why would he ask that? Was there something wrong?

"...Not exactly to be honest. It's not exactly exciting. It makes me feel somewhat alone. No one to talk to. No one to make you feel loved..." Britain looked off into nothing, listing things with an uncertain ease, "...but I can somewhat manage on my own. Well, that's what I like to think."

USSR nodded, not showing any signs of really looking over what he said. But USSR was- very much.

"Thanks, sorry if I seemed too intrusive-" USSR started, but an empty feeling met one of his hands. No, not a feeling that you're hands don't feel like working. I meant they can't at all even if they wanted to.

USSR leaned over the tree to regain his lost balance, raising his hands to his lap.

Well, I wouldn't say that one was there anymore.

USSR's eyes widened in shock. Does that mean the rest of him will disappear as well? What will Britain think? Should he tell him? Well, it's no use hiding it, he'd find out sooner or later. But that wasn't the only thing on his mind.

Why couldn't he stay forever?

He wanted to be with the Brit when he dies and after. Couldn't they wait longer until Britain's ready to join him? Did he have to go? Or is this just a sick prank and nothing's going to happen? Seems unlikely.

"Of course not Soviet, and- wait, what are you looking at?" Britain raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

USSR just looked away.

"You sure you wanna see?"

Britain was getting concerned now. What did he mean by that?

"Yes? What's wrong Sov? Is something there?" Britain asked, getting desperate for an answer.

"I'm pretty sure you mean 'is something missing?', because yes, something is."

He put his arms off his lap, showing the Brit how his wrist just faded into nothing.

At that moment Britain started breathing quicker than usual, not taking his eyes off them. It soon lessened, but his gaze still remained, his eyes filled with a wierd sense of fear.

"Britain-?"

That was it. He couldn't take it anymore. Britain immediately got up and started walking away in a quick and panicky manner.

"Wait-"

"Soviet, I'm sorry please just give me some time to think about it okay?" Britain said, pausing for a moment so the Union could hear him.

USSR didn't feel very content with his decision, but what else could he do? He murmered an 'okay', watching the other go.

It all happened so fast. His replayed his reaction over and over again in his head, frowning further every time. The way the Brit's pupils retracted to just a dot. The way he immediately resorted to leaving. That can't be good. For a moment, USSR thought of following him, but shortly after, he decided against that. What would he say to him? He was never good with comforting people. Yet, when he died, he found out how. He didn't know how or when, but just walking past random countries in the street somehow gave him extra knowledge on how feelings even work.

But now he couldn't find the words to say to him.

There was no reassurance he could come up with to comfort him with. He didn't even know what to even feel at this point.

He looked down at the ground, taking it all in. Also thinking about the future, what was going to happen? Could he stop himself from disappearing forever? Was this a test?

What did Britain think of this?

He didn't think very highly of it, that's for sure.

When USSR was out of sight, the Brit's pace quickened a great deal, quickly making him break into a run. Stumbling in some areas, he made it inside, where he very nearly tripped on his own feet as his vision was constantly blurring the scene in front of him. But he didn't care if he ran into a wall or even a table corner, he just wanted to stay locked in his room. He didn't even bother taking off his hoodie as he crashed onto his desk chair in a careless manner.

He immediately thought of USSR and a new possibility of him leaving soon. He tried with all his might to blot out the option in his head, putting his hands to his head to somehow ease the pain. It didn't work. Soon a series of tears filled down his cheek on onto the desk. The pain was unbearable, the tears weren't stopping, and he didn't know what on earth to do.

"Britain why the fuck can't you think of anything?! You rotten excuse of a country." He said out loud. And the thing was, he meant it. He meant it with all of his heart.

This was his fault. Why couldn't he figure it out from the start? Now USSR had to go soon, and he didn't even know what to do about it!

Eventually, he just let his head rest in his lap, soon seeing a dreamy haze as his brain got ready to sleep.

"Sorry Soviet... I've failed you."

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Me writing this: 😀⚒👌

I don't know what I'm doing with my life anymore. Also, can I rebuild the Soviet Union-?

Word count (excluding the word count and the next line): 1069

I think I'm having an existential crisis