Prove Me Wrong (Rusame)

Overdue Explanation

This one isn't as long but I'm sick. So sorry if there are any mistakes. At least it didn't take me 9 months lmao

Narrator's POV

Having Britain in his house again was. . . interesting.

Soviet stood in the corner of the living room and watched while his son Russia and one of Britain's own helped his wounds. An arrow in the shoulder wasn't the worst thing that old man had ever gotten, but Soviet wasn't thinking about that.

"What is happening to you?"

The question he asked went unheard but by now he was used to it. He only talked to help him think, help fill the silence when he was alone. And a small part of him hoped he would be heard.

Soviet looked closely at Britain's ears, something he and many others have seen. It wasn't exactly something he kept locked up tight, unlike what was happening to America. Those by themselves weren't too interesting, many countries had similar features such as horns, tails, and, for a few, wings. With the exception of wings, those features aren't too interesting. Whatever Britain had, or he assumed had, he had only read about decades ago. But he didn't have enough information yet.

Kazakhstan came into the room and Soviet noticed how tired he looked. He had been upstairs staying with America and Canada, most likely making sure they were okay, ever since they got back home. He wasn't used to seeing his sunshine child looking so glum but then again, this wasn't a situation they were used to. Not fully, anyway. He had taught them how to handle being kidnapped and tortured so he knew they could handle whatever those tribes could have done to them. They had done well, even if Russia made the mistake of grabbing one of the captor's weapons. Yes, he knew he cares for America but he should know that his safety comes first. He would've understood if it was for Kaz's safety but either way, they are all back home and safe.

New Zealand moved over on the couch so Kaz could sit and he did so silently.

It was so quiet in the house that Soviet was half certain that they all would be able to hear him if he did talk. He would have been holding his breath if he had any. The only sounds were the five moving and the occasional sharp intake of air from Britain as he winced in pain.

"Hmm," Soviet hummed out loud and walked around the couch. Australia was the one applying the bandage to Britain while Russia held the first aid kit. He had taken off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt enough just to expose the injured shoulder. It had bloodstains around the ripped fabric where the arrow had pierced through. They had cut the stone-tipped arrow off before pulling it out, and Britain's cry of pain when that happened was the most noise anyone of them had made so far.

As bad as the situation was, it was still nice to hear that. Karma, Soviet thought. Of course, he was one to talk.

"You should see the doctor old man," Soviet said walking through the couch and standing in front of Britain. "Would hate for that to ruin your arm. But, hearing what you did to that woman's wing, it would be an eye for an eye."

Of course, Britain didn't answer. But that woman, Huad, had recognized Britain and vice versa. They clearly didn't like each other. Something about her had felt familiar to Soviet, too. Perhaps in a memory too faint to even understand.

"I'm sorry you boys got wrapped in that," Britain spoke, breaking through the silence that had consumed the atmosphere since they returned home. He had said that while avoiding eye contact with everyone, so to clarify he looked to Russia and Kaz.

"This was family matters, you didn't need to be involved."

"And yet they were," Soviet argued back.