A Mistake? ||BritSov Countryhumans||

Chapter 15- Why can't you leave?

Morning.

Am I supposed to be awake?

That was just a thought.

Britain opened an eye a bit, soon closing it again due to the fact they were very blurry. Sitting up straight, he realised he slept on his desk, soon causing him to groan in annoyance at the sudden aching in his back. Why must they exist? Anyway, he got up slowly and begun sliding his chair under his desk. But then he realised something, causing him to stop in his tracks.

Is USSR still here? Find him dammit! Come on, it's not that hard. He tried convincing himself. But Britain just knew he didn't want to know if he was still there.

What if he already faded away?

What if he's waiting in the living room, slowly disintegrating into space?

Well there's only one way to find out innit? He decided.

He made his way to the living room, taking off his hoody so it wouldn't seem like he slept in it, which wouldn't be important. But you know, those little things might make a difference.

He made the decision to just ignore USSR if he saw him to avoid any questions. Yes, sounds pathetic, but he just couldn't face him now. He didn't know what to say if USSR said nothing, so what would he say if he asked him something?

USSR was there, purposefully crossing his arms to hide his hands underneath his armpits because he didn't want to worry the Brit even more than he already was, and, you know, it would be a bit wierd to see someone with a missing hand.

Britain avoided eye contact, immediately signaling to the Union to speak to him. Ay, don't blame him because he doesn't get signs.

"Britain?" USSR asked, making the Brit lower his head in shame.

Britain sighed, raising his head to face USSR.

"USSR I got nothing. I know, I probably should have a plan but I don't. What do you think of me now?" Britain said, raising his arms by his side, clearly expecting a specific answer.

"Yeah, you suck."

However, there was a spark of hope in his eyes. He still believed that he wasn't that bad. USSR wearily smiled.

"Teacup, you really think I except a plan so early? The possibility of me going just appeared yesterday! What part of you think that this was your fault?" He reassured him, hoping he changed his mind somehow.

Britain just looked away, crossing his own arms.

"It's just, there is a possibility-"

"But not a fact- remember that Brit. Just because it could be an option, doesn't mean you have to think so much about that one. Think about other things... like... uh..." USSR looked around, not expecting anything inspiring, but you know, there could be something. Eventually he just gave up, "Okay I got nothing, but you know what I mean. Britain I don't think it's your fault, you know that?"

Britain lips twitched into a smile as his arms relaxed a bit, still crossed. USSR sighed in relief as the Brit seemed to feel much better. But he wasn't going to get ahead of himself just yet.

"Britain don't think about it alright? We can think of something some other time while I'm still here-"

"Okay maybe we shouldn't bring up the fact you're slowly disintegrating away, does that sound alright?" Britain cut him off with a hint of panick in his tone.

Huh, he really doesn't want to hear it does he?

"Oh yeah, sorry Brit..." USSR mumbled apologetically.