USSR was awake first. He groaned as he rubbed his eyes to fix into the light which poured in. As soon as he did, he felt something heavy on top of him. He looked down to find UK resting comfortably, imbedded in his chest. USSR's face flushed as he saw where UK's hand was located. He gave a small chuckle and caressed UK's back to wake him up. UK squirmed as he took small blinks to wake up. "Mmgh..Where..? What?" UK groaned as he slowly elevated from the floor. "Time to wake up, we have work to do ( ☭ )," USSR replied. "Aw..Whyy? I don't want to move," UK whined. "Want me to secure you to the floorboard and leave you there?" UK shook his head "Didn't think so. Come on. Up we get now."
USSR helped UK off the floor and headed towards the cupboard nearby and grabbed two shovels. "Here, we are going to start our morning with snow shovelling and then I can set my promise for you. How's that sound?" USSR asked. UK nodded in agreement and went to get his short shoes. He got tapped on by the shoulder and USSR held out a pair of thick boots. "You're going to freeze again," USSR stated. UK analysed the boots well before placing him on his feet. A little too big for him but he could get it to work.
As soon as they stepped outside, hundreds of snowflakes were blasted onto their faces. It was still snowing but gently so the two were able to work as well as communicate easily. "Alright You can do that small patch over there, I'll do the larger area. If you want to when you're finished help me or go back inside to warm up. How's that sound?" USSR asked. UK trudged slowly through the snow and faced USSR. "That's n-no problem," UK stuttered. Alas, they begun.
UK first looked at USSR for a few minutes. He analysed how he scooped, how he held and how he threw the snow. UK gave a deep breath and begun too. He tried to lift a huge chunk but couldn't. He tried breaking it apart but couldn't. He grunted loudly with each push and soon managed to pull up a very small amount of snow. He was disappointed. He looked back at USSR, who seemed to be doing this with ease. UK saw USSR's arms and how they used minimum strength to do the job. It was fascinating... His muscular arms: they were so well built. His thighs: they were so well rounded. Finally, his chest: they were so strong. UK adored that.
"UK? You okay? Having a hard time?" USSR called out, making UK jump from his place. "I-Uh..Yeah. It's too hard for me," he called back. USSR walked over the path of flat snow that he cleared and stood in front of UK's terrain. Out of the blue, he laced his fingers around UK's gloved ones and helped with the stance and movements. Slowly but surely, the snow was cleared and they were done. "There you go. Now let's head inside before-'' USSR's voice was cut off to find UK hugging him tightly around his lower stomach (since he was very short and USSR was very tall). "What's this for?" USSR asked. "Your beautiful muscles saving the day," UK replied almost instantly.
USSR chuckled at the response and picked up UK bridal style. "Oh really? You think I have muscles?" He teased. UK realised this and heavily blushed into his scarf. "Oh I'm only teasing you. Unless you want to inspect my muscles for your little dance classes~?" USSR joked again, placing the crook of his nose near UK's head. UK looked up and met the golden eyes that glared back. "Only your arms and legs. Those pecs can be for later. Obviously with your permission," UK responded, going back to formality. USSR scoffed as he moved UK to carry him with one arm and the shovels with the other.
UK moved his head towards USSR's neck and rested on there upon arrival towards the house. USSR kicked his boots out of the way and slumped onto the nearby armchair. He placed the shovels on the floor and held UK close to him. He analysed his pattern of breath on his own red skin. The sensation crawling up making him feel relaxed. He quickly grabbed the nearby remote and flicked through each channel, hoping to find something to catch his eye.
Soon enough, he felt UK shuffle around and stare at the TV with him. "Anything you want to watch?" USSR asked gently. UK shook his head and looked at USSR with sorrowful eyes. USSR cocked his head to one side and paused the TV. "I thought you wanted to dance?" UK purled. "Oh right.. uh. What do we do first?" USSR questioned. "First thing, we do measurements. They're important to help depict moves and steps that suits you comfortably," UK responded. "You know my English is not as fancy as yours. What do you mean?" USSR asked. "Oh right, I'm just saying that I take measurements to help find the best moves for ballet for you! Since you're so.. well built." UK corrected, murmuring his last two words. USSR chuckled delightfully at UK's statement. ''I see. Come on, let's go,''
The two ascended up the magnificent stairs with railings painted a beautiful gold. The upper floor was a rugged, rich carpet with walls complementary to the colour of the rich blue. It felt like walking on the wavy ocean. USSR pulled out a set of old-looking keys from his pocket and stood in front of a crooked door with worn out designs. He twisted and turned a particular key and let out a rough sigh. He held UK's gloved hand and looked towards him. ''You ready?'' he asked. UK nodded in agreement as USSR pushed the door to the room.
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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?
