Follow my steps //SovBrit

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟞: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕣

 This is honestly my personal favourite chapter just for the description. Hope you enjoy too <3

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UK and USSR were in USSR's office talking about their life and staying warm from the snowstorm that passed by a few days back. That was until the phone rang. USSR picked it up and indicated UK to leave the room, to which he did. He pondered outside of the office hearing murmurs from the office. He wasn't able to identify what was said but it seemed bad, as USSR's tone soon grew louder. UK looked at his clothes. They needed to change. He worn them for all the hours that he spent as USSR's house that it started to wear a bit of colour off.

UK was soon startled by USSR opening the door with annoyance. "Anything wrong?" UK asked politely, moving slowly towards USSR. "The damn war. Your.. Son.. USA, he found out the missiles I placed in Turkey because he placed his missiles in Cuba and what did we do? Argue about it. I swear, I don't know how you deal with America like this," USSR responded in a huff. UK took a minute to process what was said and took a deep sigh. "He can be.. quite insane.. but.. He's a lot nicer than you might think," he finally said. 

The two said nothing afterwards. UK was fiddling with his thumbs and USSR was doing some paperwork. The only sounds which was echoed around the room were the scratches of the fountain pen USSR held and the light breaths from UK. The outside noise was blocked with the heavy curtain that covered the window. UK glanced around the room. He saw the old, wooden desk USSR was working on. He saw the rich maroon coloured walls with faint designs and he saw the dimly lit chandelier which spilled a golden contrast to the walls. 

"Hey USSR.. Now that the snow is a bit cleared, I have a question," UK announced quietly. USSR moved his eyes to face UK and kept the slight angered expression. "I-.. I was thinking.. Could we go to a mall? You know, a place where you buy clothes? I can not keep wearing my current ones.. Hopefully you don't mind.." he paused to look at USSR's eyes which was showing signs of frustration, "Do.. you?" USSR finished his paper and sat up his his chair. He placed the fountain pen somewhere in an open drawer and crossed his arms together. He raised an eyebrow and still kept eye contact with the British. 

"I.. Sorry for making such a straight forward comment.. It's too late and I must leave very soon.." UK murmured. He looked down and stared at his lap. USSR grabbed a bullet point  pen and started to click. .. - .----. ... / ..-. .. -. . .-.-.- / .-- . / -.-. .- -. / --. --- (Its okay. We can go.) UK immediately looked up. He saw USSR's slight furrowed face and smiled slightly. UK stood up from his chair and walked towards USSR who turned away. UK wrapped his arms around USSR's neck and buried his head on USSR's hair.

USSR froze there in shock. He felt the small breaths UK took onto his ear and the gloved hands UK had around his collarbone where he reached to touch too. "So fluffy.." UK whispered, rubbing his cheek onto USSR's black hair. USSR moved his face upwards and met UK's face. He had a slight smile in his face and chuckled at UK's slightly heated expression. He moved closer to UK's nose and gave a small peck. UK shot upright as he buried his hands into his face. USSR got up and left the room to change right after that.

UK and USSR met downstairs at the front door and got together their things. "We don't have to do this- We can just-" USSR raised a hand and silenced UK. "Don't worry. It would a good idea actually. Possibly we could create a bond or.. something," USSR said unsurely. UK's eyes lit up and rushed straight to hug the larger. The communist simply rubbed UK's back with his large, rough hand and smiled weakly. He picked UK up bridal style and walked out the door. 

He saw UK squirm around trying to get out of his grasp, which he just chuckled at. Eventually, UK gave up and rested his head on USSR's chest. "We're almost at the car, we will warm up there," USSR said, nudging UK slightly, who whined. "No.. You're hot. I don't want to leave.." he muffled in USSR's jacket. After a few seconds, realisation hit. "I- I DON'T MEAN IT THAT WAY! IT'S NOT LIKE YOU'RE NOT HOT, YOU ARE BUT- AAAAAH!" UK yelled in a flustered tone. He dug his face into his own jacket and hid. USSR broke down into laughter and that agitated UK even more. "Oh really? You still like my muscles hm?" he teased after a few minutes. "Yes- WAIT NO- YOU TEASER!" UK yelled again. He gave a slight slap on USSR's cheek and let out an annoyed sigh.

Alas, they finally arrived to the car. It was beautiful. A shiny, black Mercedes presented wonderfully clean and in very good conditions. UK tried to get out of USSR's grasp again and moaned angerly as soon as USSR let him go. Unfortunately for UK, the snow was too tall so he sunk into the snow. He screeched in anger as he tried to move back towards USSR, but failed hilariously. USSR chuckled in delight and picked up UK from the snow. "Maybe let the tall, muscular man save you," USSR said, making UK whine sadly for being incredibly short compared to USSR. 

USSR opened the door for UK and placed him in the passenger seat. UK didn't say anything anymore as USSR buckled the seatbelt for him. "Well? Comfortable?" USSR asked. UK nodded and turned his head away from the larger face of his son's enemy. USSR swiftly shut the door and entered the drivers seat. He gripped the wheel and looked towards at UK who seemed quite annoyed at the past situation. "Hey UK, if I made you uncomfortable, please tell me. You don't seem happy," USSR said. UK looked up and shook his head. "No no. It's quite alright. It's better than how other people teased me in the past. You're a lot more jokey, which I like. Other people would say something which hurts me and claim to be sorry right after as a JOKE," UK sighed out in a breath. 

USSR nodded a few times and paused. "Look, I tease you because you're adorable. Your reactions, your anger, everything about you is just.. perfect. You must understand," USSR murmured. He held UK's hand and started to drive off into the road that stretched in front of the two for miles. 

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