Follow my steps //SovBrit

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟝: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕊𝕥𝕖𝕡

TW: Slight mentioning of abus3

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Later.. (I am writing after they did the examination)

UK and USSR entered with a few timid steps. The silence in the room made it easier to hear the tapping of UK's heels. ''You hid this? It's a beautiful piece of art! Wonderfully constructed I must say,'' UK exclaimed, analysing the large hall. The hall was built ever so similar to The Royal Albert Hall. The floor was a deep black which shone against the dim golden light, which reflected the paintings on the walls. The paintings told tales of past empires who reigned before the Russian Revolution. There were marble pillars at each corner and a large handrail against the edge.

UK explored every meter of the large hall while USSR stood still. ''This is perfect! But.. Why do you hide this?'' UK asked, moving towards USSR's unsure expression. ''It's something you shouldn't worry about..'' he responded quietly. UK nodded swiftly and turned towards he handrail. ''Allow us to begin then.'' UK said, positioning himself on the rail. ''Here, stand in front of me, and stand in my stance,'' USSR took slight steps before quickening his pace. He had slight trouble positioning to which UK chuckled. ''Here, arms like this,'' he announced. He took USSR's arms and moved them to the correct notation. ''And legs crossed, Right leg at front,'' With ease, USSR crossed his legs. 

''Perfect, we start now with positions. There are 5 simple positions. Allow me to demonstrate,'' UK said. He begun with the first, arms down, legs still crossed. Then, he moved to the second, elbows out, legs slightly bent. He moved to the third, arms up, legs straightened again. The fourth, arms out, left leg out pointed. Finally, fifth position, the same as the first position (known as the rest position). ''You got that?'' UK asked. USSR nodded slightly but mouth still twisted with confusion. ''Do not worry, over time you will know,'' reassured UK. USSR started with the first, slight fail. His arms were not properly down. ''Here, let me do it with you,'' 

Slowly but surely, they each went through each move. USSR started gaining confidence and UK was helping him extraordinarily well. Step by step, movement by movement, they quickened and soon moved away from the rail. They had a few slips and tremble put they laughed it off. Then, UK stopped co-ordinating USSR but the larger had grown the steps on him so well it paid off at the end with the two cheering. UK rushed towards USSR with great joy in his face and embraced him into a tight hug. This ended up USSR picking up UK off the ground and twirled him for a few minutes. 

"You're amazing! It's unbelievable to see you dance so well like that!"  UK cheered after being placed onto the floor once more. "Well, thanks to you I probably would have not done that," USSR responded. The two fell into a comfortable silence after that.  The warm room made it nicer too. They stayed like this until USSR gave a huff of some sort of relief. "Something wrong?" asked UK. "I-It's nothing. I'll go take a shower and you could prepare your clothes in the washing machine. I have a robe in my room if you'd like to borrow it," USSR stated quietly. He turned away and paused. "Be careful if you do come here alone," he finally said. 

UK was perplexed at the statement. He stood there and thought of many questions. What did he mean? Is there something wrong with the room? Is something in here dangerous?  Those were only a few examples. Alas, he would have to leave now anyways, so he can not ponder anymore around the room. He quickly set a pace and left the room. The sound of a shower was heard down in USSR's room. UK quickly entered the room. The house felt too quiet to stand alone there. He wondered how USSR lived like this. Outside in the middle of nowhere, by himself. No children, no friends or allies or no family. 

UK removed his clothes slowly and looked at the opposing mirror in front of him. He hated his body. He hated how it was skinny, he hated how it was scarred from bad beatings and... he hated his inner self. He didn't understand why he was chosen to have terrible things happen to him. He only wanted to have a real friendship with love so true he would feel like in heaven. That was his only wish. He wouldn't think USSR as a friend. He was simply being taken care of by an enemy from his son because of some storm that arose in the country. But yet again.. The promise USSR said, the words that he said felt different than a lie. Almost felt that USSR was guilty from his actions when he bullied UK. 

UK shook his thoughts away and grabbed a nearby robe. It was very big on him but it covered him well. He fiddled with the strings as he sat on USSR's bed, patiently waiting. After a good 40 minutes of pure boredom, USSR stepped out of the bathroom in his towel covering his lower half. He saw UK's face light up and soon heat up too. He hid his deep rosy cheeks in the robe as he looked away. "Pffft ahaha, anyways you can prepare in the shower..." USSR paused. "Where's my robe-?" "Oh this is your robe? Sorry," UK apologised. "No it's fine, honestly, it's me who forgot to tell you where the smaller robe is. I'll go wear that instead," USSR said, heading towards the cupboard.

UK looked away as USSR removed the towel and wore the smaller robe. "You going to enter?" USSR asked. "Oh, yeah. I'll go shower now. Thanks," the smaller responded, looking back at USSR. "I- Oh My.. Y-You do know you're almost uhm.. Naked.. Down there right?" USSR looked down and chuckled. "As long as it hides me. Anyways, go now while the water's still warm," he responded, picking up the clothes UK left. UK swiftly nodded and entered the bathroom. 

He laid in the bathtub and turned on the water. He saw how previous bubbles rose to the surface and circled UK like little fish when he laid down. Soon enough, he switched off the tap and begun cleansing. 

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