Tea time with a commie - Countryhumans SovBrit

Chapter 18 • Wellness check

Союз Советских Социалистических Республик's POV:

UN stands above me, with a stern expression he often holds. What does he want? I can't be rude to him because, well, he's basically allied with everyone on this planet. And I just so happen to be one of the very few he doesn't like. I continue speaking in my native tongue ((which the author can't be asked to translate atm plus it's convenient)):
"Why do we need to speak in private?"
I do appreciate that he speaks many languages – it is a hard skill afterall.
"I think you know why."
My heart skips a beat. I haven't done anything that bad recently (ignoring what I did less than a week ago). China mutters something under his breath. Does he have an idea about what's happened? Before I get to ask, UN calmly nudges me away into a hallway. And as he does so, I notice America and NATO cast a glare of distaste in my direction.

Our footsteps echo to the other side of the hallway, not being heard by anyone else. There's a vulnerability lurking in the air. I clentch my teeth together and take a deep breath.
"So, about Britain."
My eye widens at the sound of his name while my hand trembles. I don't know what I'm feeling, but I hate this feeling. I hate it. It makes my stomach cringe and want to throw up.
"What about him?" I keep my composure. What the hell has America said!?
"His friends and family are," UN circles his hand for dramatic effect, "concerned for his wellbeing."
"And what do I have to do with it?!"
He looks at me with an 'are you serious right now?' kind of expression. I get it, it was a bad question, but I'm trying to forget about any connection I had with Britain at the moment.
"Well, you've been with him quite a bit. Has he seemed off at all?"

Off? He is a bit odd. But off? It's not the question I expected at all.
"What do you mean? Elaborate."
UN gives a long winded sigh, looking a little fed up.
"To keep it short, I've heard that there has been an incident recently and that Britain is just acting... Off – whatever that means. Or so I've been told by USA, NATO, And France."
"And what? Let me guess: America and NATO have also been saying I'm manipulating Britain, too?!" I take a step forward.
I'll let my feelings deal with this. I can't fight it off. It'll sound more convincing anyways.

UN takes a step back, nearly leaning against the wall with his arms still crossed.
"Don't raise your voice. I just want to hear your side. And yes, they have."
"I'm not! They've started it by ostracizing him since the divorce with France. If anyone's manipulating him, it's them!"
He raises a brow at my statement,
"Continue."
I let myself continue,
"He's been crying to me for days about how everyone's treated him recently. America's refusing to call him his father, NATO basically kicked him out of the meetings, and France is being a bitch! And do you wanna know the most fucked up part about it? I've been the only one to even reach out to him about it! No one else has reached out to him! And I'm meant to be his enemy! I wouldn't even ignore my own allies if something like that had happened to them," anger begins to well up in my voice.

Before I can continue, UN inturrupts.
"I appreciate that you've reached out to him; I'm glad to hear you care so much. I'm sure he does as well."
I couldn't even formulate a response. Does he? Does he care now? I doubt it.

"With that in mind, and how the other three have supposedly been treating him, how has he been with you?"
"Well," I begin, "he's been fine..." My hand trembles, "probably one of the better westerners I've dealt with."
Oh my fucking God. I've just realised. Britain has probably told everyone what's happened.
"That's good to hear. Would he say the same about you, though?"
My heart skips a beat. No. No he would not. I doubt it. But I can't say that.
"I'm sure he would."
UN nods back in response,
"I'll ask him myself. Well, take care." He walks off.
Not once was there the mention of what had happened. Did Britian not say anything?