UK has been trapped at home for over a month now. A repetitive cycle of boredom and pain. He was constantly tired, hit and more and yet it seemed nothing would've changed. He missed the warm embrace of USSR's grasp, no matter the strength and height difference. USA has left the UK now, gone to deal with the war in his own country. France would come around often too. Most of the time once a week or twice depending on how she feels about visiting. But B.E.. B.E was acting very very strangely this last month. He kept quiet. He wouldn't ask for much as he used to and shout. His expressions seemed tired and guilty despite the many attempts UK has to ask about. UK's only answer would be "Just go to your room.." in a weak and unfortunate tone. Today, UK finally gets a different answer.
UK prepares two tea's for him and his father, who was sitting at the dining table extremely worn out from having England and Scotland come over for a few hours. "Father, please tell me what is wrong," UK said lowly, placing the tea in front of B.E, "I wouldn't be able to help you if you don't explain. You have been a lot more tired than usual." B.E sipped the tea and looked at his son. "I just want you to prepare the guest bedroom. We have someone coming over for 3 days in our place. It's just that this person.. Is someone who I feel quite strange having since he is very.. different," B.E finally explained, placing the tea to his lips once more. "May I know when?" UK asked, sitting opposite to B.E. "Tonight at around 6pm. So we have to prepare it quickly," B.E said once more.
As B.E stood up from his chair, he headed towards his bedroom upstairs, leaving UK alone in the pristine kitchen. UK was puzzled as he slowly sipped onto his burning hot tea (which he is immune for the amount he drinks everyday) and stared at the empty living room. As he finished his cup, he washed it, stored it away and headed towards the guest bedroom. He saw that a robe was already placed for the visitor and read the size. XL (20/16). Goodness, he thought. This person is massive. He hung he velvety red robe on the hanger and fixed the bed, placed the scents and lit the candles, he prepared the necessities for a shower (shampoo, conditioner etc) and finally prepared a few other things with the bedroom.
Finally the door rung and UK quickly ran downstairs and swiftly opened the door to find someone so recognisable. "USSR!" UK yelled in joy. He jumped into USSR's arms and hugged him very, very close. "Hey UK! I've missed you so much.. How are you?" USSR asked with tiredness. "Oh, very well. You must be tired, let me bring you to your room," UK said, placing himself onto the floor. As he turned he found B.E standing there at the first step of the stairs which took them upstairs. "O-oh, right. My manners.." UK murmured. B.E held up a hand to silence UK of what he was about to say next and moved closer.
"UK. I believe you remember your little talk with USA right? As you should know, I may or may not have overheard it just a little and may have invited.. him.. here. I realised such a mistake I have made after I heard what you said. So, here he is UK. Your missing piece," B.E proclaimed. "Father are you sure? You really don't like—" "I am very sure.. son," B.E interrupted "I shall leave now. Get comfortable USSR." Off B.E went. UK and USSR were alone now. Just the two of them. Nothing more. Nothing less. UK took USSR's hand and pulled him up the flight of stairs. USSR was daydreaming about the amazing mansion UK lived in. It was so grand, so big, well furnished and more it just seemed USSR was out of place.
As UK presented USSR's room, a quick rush of romance went down USSR's spine. The room felt and seemed like the two were about to have an affair, which quite frankly, USSR did want that. "You can have a shower and take a quick nap before dinner. I'll see you after." Just as soon UK set foot out of the guest room, USSR picked UK by the waist and held him in front of his face. "H-Hey!" UK stammered. "Take a shower with me," USSR said in a deep, husky tone. I shouldn't even say said.. More like demanded (Also not me breaking the 4th wall). "U-USSR!? Y-You're asking me!? That's quite embarrassing! A-are you s-sure?!" UK screeched in embarrassment. "Did I stutter Brit?" USSR asked, furrowing his face. UK shook his head and got placed down. "J-Just let me grab a robe first.." UK stammered as he went to the opposing room and came out with a robe.
(Few minutes in... UK POV)
I sat in the warm water as I waited for USSR to enter. I let a small blush creep up my face. 'He's so hot and sexy! It's going to be too embarrassing for me to sit with him! Yet I did analyse his muscles once..Seen him in a short robe..B-But still!' I thought. I kept daydreaming about USSR until he actually entered the water with me. I was too busy daydreaming I guess I didn't see him undress the robe from himself.. A little bit of disappointment. Ah well. USSR seemed to notice that I was staring heavily at him. A little bit creepy of me actually. He gave a deep chuckle and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. Who actually smokes in a bathroom!? But still.. That chuckle.. Oh dear I'm blushing again. Why do I feel like scooting over towards him. Just to feel his large.. OH DEAR! WHAT AM I THINKING!? I squealed and splashed water onto my face to hide my scarlet red face.
USSR POV:
I see UK staring at me again. This was not the first time this has happened. It happened when he was analysing me.. When I was wearing the wrong sized robe and now bathing with me.. I chuckled as I gave a whiff of my cigarette and scooted over to UK closer, who turned to face away. He muttered something to himself but I'll make sure he won't be muttering soon.. I'm planning on it. I stared at his smooth hair. It was so silky, like silk (wow amazing comparison creator, that was poetic). I felt the urge to run my hands through the hair. "May I?" I asked. "H-Hm? What is it?" UK timidly asked. "Do your hair. It looks so... soft. I want it in my hands," I mumbled. "Until you remove that dying cigarette you're not smoking out of, then yes.
I looked at my cigarette. It was true that it was crumbling away and reaching it's end. I took a deep whiff of it one last time before throwing it to the side. I looked back to find UK gazing towards my chest. He was so intrigued until I looked closer. His eyes aren't near my chest, they were near my... I placed two fingers onto UK's chin, pulling his face upright, about to make me blush extremely hard because of what he was looking at. "You naughty boy..." I growled deeply. That seemed to make UK squeak again.
3rd person POV:
USSR gave a light chuckle and grabbed the nearby shampoo. He turned UK around and wetted the slightly long hair before rubbing the shampoo and started to scrub. UK enjoyed this. He was purring like a cat and placing his hands over USSR's. His eyes relaxed in a way he never thought he would. It was like a dream to him. Having USSR's large, rough hands, rubbing his scalp. As soon as USSR was done, he washed off the shampoo thoroughly and paused. UK looked back to find USSR analysing him. Up and down, his eyes went. Like an eagle with his meat, looking for the best place to bite. He gave an evil chuckle and pulled UK's face closer to him, earning a slight whine from the shorter.
"You're so cute.. You look even better than before," USSR said, caressing UK's cheek. "Am I? Or is this your play?" UK teased. "... Oh you'll see all the things I'm about to do to you after dinner. I'll make sure you scream.." USSR seductively said, jerking UK closer, making him fall onto his shoulder. UK shot a look at USSR and laughed softly. "We will have to wait and see. Now, let's finish quickly. Alright?" UK said. "Mmm.. I guess."
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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?