The family of royal are most resent to the bottom of society. Especially the East. They find them hypocritical, malignant and platigrade. UK would not agree with this. He found them interesting, intriguing and quite acknowledged around the globe. He understood why his father would try to tear them apart whenever him and the father of the communist met. The large and very well-known empires would argue back and fourth nonstop but still UK placed a foot forward to try and build a good relationship with the east.
Unfortunately, UK was easy enough to target when it comes to bullying. His emotions were always prone of getting other countries attention but he still tried to bring himself up. The only thing that helped him to distract from the others was ballet. He adored ballet with all his mighty heart could handle. He was so excellent but hid his dancing skills to not make himself even more seen. He hated that.
His father was extremely keen on having UK teach at least one other country but UK would hide. So, what did the British Empire do? He delightfully made an after school club by purposely abusing his child in order to compel him to do so. Indeed, it worked like a charm. Hours and hours of sleep lost with all the pain and agnosticism that was brought to the UK. He soon lost his bright red eyes. He then soon lost his deep blue colour and now.. He lost his beautiful smile. Every year it got worse. His enemies grew bigger and stronger, his family soon left him, his 'wife' was seen now with other men.. especially near USA.. and now UK was all alone.
Dancing in the Moonlight alone..
{Fast forward: 24/7/1957, Time: 10:39pm, Location: Moscow}
As UK trudged into the heavy snow, his bare ankles soon froze at the temperature and he clenched himself to push forwards. Only a few steps! UK thought. It was deemed that those steps were the hardest and longest. The thick snow shoved UK back, the snow petals brushed against the soaked country and the wind howled on UK's face, making him clench even tighter. He didn't know why he was sent here. He shouldn't have been sent here. The enemy was supposed to have someone else in the poor country's position but he must've guessed that he's easier to be punished badly.
UK was desperate. He pushed. He shoved! He even yelled! Alas, he arrived in a terrible state at the front step of the enemy's wooden cabin. His tear-stained eyes fixed onto the dark brown door which was barely visible since the snow was so heavy. He knocked harshly as he gripped tighter onto his sleek, black coat which blew against the wind. UK soon heard a faint turning of keys through the other side of the house. He gave a shivery sigh of relief to see a small crack of a golden light that spilled through as the second country opened the door.
"Well? Come in," the larger exclaimed, opening the door wider for UK to enter. UK quickly entered the warm house and the large country shut the door behind him. "T-T-Thank y-ou..u-u-hmm.. W-Whe-re a-are T-T-the p-papers.?" UK stammered and he stood frozen solid at the doorstep. "Here," USSR exclaimed, seemingly pulling the papers out of nowhere. Since it was extremely disdainful outside, UK was now an ice figure with limited movements. He tried to move his hand, he couldn't. He tried to cock his head to one side, he couldn't. He was frozen solid.
"You going to take the papers or what?" USSR bellowed. UK gave a slight jump at the voice and tried to hurry up. "I-I'm t-t-trying! S-S-sorry!" he squealed. USSR gave a huff in response. He stared at the smaller country with devilish eyes as he saw his inimical movements just trying to grab the papers from the large hands. "Wait, how cold even is it?" USSR asked. He walked towards a window and opened the curtains. He didn't say a word about it. He moved towards the UK and pulled him to the vicinity of the roaring fire. He placed UK onto the armchair closest to the fire and moved to sit opposite of UK.
They sat like this for a good 30 minutes. UK warming himself up and USSR staring down at the smaller like a hunter. He stared at those long, slim hands. Cold and damaged. He then stared at that white, wavy hair. Dying and frozen. Finally, he stared at those bloody red eyes. Malicious but pure. At least, the voice was broken to him. He hated the West with his name, his heart and his soul. Yet this felt different than what he hates. It didn't feel like he hated him. He felt..law-abiding, righteous and also.. acceptable.
USSR soon snapped out of his thoughts as soon as he heard a small yawn from the UK. "Tired?" USSR asked. UK looked at USSR with detrimental eyes. He opened his mouth to speak but soon closed it. He didn't want to feel consequences now. UK stood up slowly as he grabbed his bag to leave. He took small steps towards the door but was soon stopped by USSR. "Where are you going now? It's too cold to even step foot outside," exclaimed USSR. UK gave a slight sigh as he walked back towards the couch again. "Uhm.. UK. I'll go prepare a room for you. You won't be able to leave in this weather," USSR murmured. He grabbed the handrail as he ascended up the wooden stairs to get out of UK's sight.
After a few, quick minutes, UK was vociferated by the larger country to come upstairs. He took slow strides and soon arrived to his place. USSR stood outside waiting for UK and calmly approached the bedroom door. "There, here's your room for the night. If you need anything, I'm busy," USSR growled.. UK gave a slight nod and entered the guest room. It was quite a surprise for him. It was elegant, heavenly and alluring. The walls were a dark maroon colour with light design patterns imprinted onto it. The chandelier was a rich gold that reflected the warm, orange light and the furniture was a deep brown with golden railings fixed onto it.
UK weakly smiled and headed over towards the bed. It was large and very snug. He felt like he was laying on a cloud, embracing a warm hug. Soon enough, UK slid into a comfortable silence as the wind outside soon became quiet. His eyes soon became drowsy so he slipped under the white sheets and rested underneath the night.
«——————————————————————————»
Word count: 1110
YOU ARE READING
Follow my steps //SovBrit
Historical FictionInto the depths of one of the Coldest cities of the USSR, UK finds himself embarking a new story in the land. But after the incident, who is bound to save UK from falling into the traps of lost memory and saving his career from forever being lost?
