Tea time with a commie - Countryhumans SovBrit

Chapter 3 • The call

Commie boy's POV:

My home is greatly quiet today. On the weekend, people tend to sleep in. There's no school and often no work, either. Today is one of those days. The kind where I am blessed to just relax and while my children sleep in. I watch the sun seep through the cloudy sky. I am already well dressed and fed. I've nothing to do today. Nothing that I have to do at least. Though, there is one thing I want to do. I reach for the phone and check the time. If it's noon here then it's roughly nine in London. I dial in a few numbers and let the phone ring. This number wasn't too hard to get a hold of.

British boy's POV:

It's raining again. The sounds of every individual drop merge into one. I enjoy it. It's comforting to have this as background noise. When nothing else is going on, it's good to just sit down and enjoy the peace. But it is lonely. To sit here, in what should be a full house, alone. I'm lonely. And it's going to stay like this, isn't it? I drink my sorrows away with tea. I drink more tea than I do water, but it's fine since there's water in tea anyways. Right?
If I was still married with France, would she even be visiting right now? She does have her own home in her own country, afterall. Would my children still come over? They do..? They come to my country and... They don't speak unless it's for work. But that's fine! They'll get over it soon. It wasn't like I did anything. And if they don't? That's fine! Right!? I still have others to speak to. Like England, or Scotland, or Wales, or Northen Ireland? If they aren't busy. What are they even busy with anyways? They don't do much work, do they? No. I handle most of it actually. So what are they doing that makes them busy? Are they avoiding me..?—

The phone rings. Who is calling this early in the day? Maybe it's a friend? I stand up and go to answer the call.
"Hello! Great Britain speaking," I might have been too enthusiastic.
A hoarse laugh is what replies, "Great? How humble of you."
I recognize the voice. Is that... Soviet? What!? Why is he calling? How does he have my number!?
"Oh... USSR, Where did you get my number from...?"
"Very easy to find! How are you?"
My heart skips a beat. Easy to find? Was it leaked?
"I... I'm fine," I'm swallowing air just to breathe, "and you..? How are you?"
"Good, too. I was thinking, though, if you were busy with anyone else this week?"
The question was so sudden. I wasn't busy at all, come to think of it. But what did he want?
"No? No. No, not at all." I shake my head as if he could see.
"Would you like to visit me in Moscow for the week? I heard it will snow a bit here! And you did say you'd like to visit, no?"
I am not visitng him. I'm gonna get killed if I go there. If I take one step in that country, I'll be shot. Worse, if I come out alive then I'll be shot by my own son. Or even worse, I get shot twice by both of them.
"I apologize but," I think carefully, "I wouldn't want to get a cold or, even worse, upset my son."
"You can stay at my home. Is warm. And why worry about that American? What will he do?"
Aren't we meant to be enemies? What is he trying to do?
"And I am alone for a lot of the day," He speaks again.
He? Alone? I'm not surprised. He probably deserves it. Probably. But I'm alone and I don't deserve it. Do I?
"I'm not sure. If America heard about it–"
"You are better than that. Did you not say you were 'great' a moment ago?"
I went silent. I've already let this man into my house no less than a few days ago, I might as well go to his too, right? And to hear him of all people be so... Talkative? Polite even? (If inviting someone to your own home is polite). I feel endeared. My heart pounds. Not from worry, but from something else. Maybe I should take up the offer. No one was going to visit me anyways, right? I inhale sharply,
"Alright. I'll come over then. Maybe within two days?"
"Yes, definitely. I'll wait for you until then."

Without a single goodbye, Soviet hangs up. I put the phone back.
Silence.
The rain doesn't even creep into my hearing. Just silence.