Follow my steps //SovBrit

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟙: 𝕋𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟

"Take me to Heaven, Take me to ecstasy,"  Sister Act: Take me to Heaven song reprise 1

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TW: beginning of  Smut, alcohol and gambling.

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UK and USSR were having some dinner made specially by the chef. It was Fish and Chips night. USSR was a little skeptical about this combination but with some pleading from the UK he started to eat slowly. He was quite flabbergasted at the taste. It was salty yet warm and comforting that he had to get seconds. UK chuckled delightfully at the larger's behaviour as he ate with him. B.E was having his dinner in his bedroom so he wasn't going to interrupt the two love birds in the kitchen. USSR finished his second plate and waited for UK to finish his plate. 

"It seemed you enjoyed the Fish and Chips! They're my specialty. Glad you liked it!" UK beamed, taking the plates to the sink. "Mhm.. You have dessert?" USSR asked. "Hm, no. I can't really bake so we can't treat ourselves tonight Honey," UK said. A sudden wave of realisation hit UK like a bullet to the heart and dug his head into his hands. "EEEP! I'M SORRY! THAT SLIPPED OUT! I DON'T MEAN IT! IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!" UK blurted out in embarrassment. USSR raised himself from the chair and walked over to UK. He picked the country up and placed him onto the dinner table. "Repeat what you said. I don't think I heard it correctly," USSR said in a very captivating manner. He secured both of his hands on either side of the table, surrounding UK. UK a stared at his movements. His voice, his body language, it was all like it was leading up to something.

"I- Uh.." UK muttered. "I am waiting for your answer UK. I need your reply now," USSR repeated, pushing his chest nearer the smaller's torso. UK fixed his monocular and placed his fingers onto USSR's stern shoulders. He traced the fabric with interest, forgetting USSR's words. As quick as a flash, USSR bit down onto UK's neck, earning a loud moan. "I won't ask again," USSR demanded. UK (panting heavily) simply replied with: "I-I said Honey!" USSR moved his head to face UK. He gave a deep chuckle, making UK fall deeper into the glaring eyes of USSR. He licked his lips and USSR smashed each other's lips with passion and desire, shocking UK before he kissed back in the same passion.

They pulled away from each other. UK stuck his tongue out at USSR with dismissive anger but USSR took that as an opportunity to bring his thumb onto the platform of UK's tongue. "Soft.." he hushed to himself. He let his thumb run deeper into UK's mouth, feeling every tooth, every wall and saliva. UK didn't push USSR's thumb away. He just sat there, on the table, patiently waiting for more. USSR took his thumb out and placed it inside his mouth, tasting UK's saliva. His eyes soon trailed towards UK again. He took his thumb out his mouth and let UK taste him too. He tasted sweet, like honey. UK slowly removed USSR's wet thumb out of his mouth and gave a sweet chuckle. "Let's go to your room. I think we can finish our romance there," UK said sweetly. "My pleasure sweetheart," USSR teased. 

USSR carried UK back to his room and smashed the door closed and locked it. He dropped UK onto the bed and started to strip off his jacket and shirt. UK was left to see a strong, muscular body, built so well it looked unreal. He heavily blushed at his partner's body. USSR jumped onto the bed where UK was and crawled over him. He trailed his hand onto UK's soft cheek, then his neck, then his collarbone. He undid UK's shirt and removed the vest, showing a beautiful blue skin with healing bruises. USSR pecked each bruise, earning a soft whine from UK. He looked up and smiled.

He slowly removed UK's shirt to show a very small body, yet it fit him so well that it made USSR hornier by the rate. "My angel.." USSR murmured. He moved his face closer towards UK, a blushing mess. USSR moved UK's hands onto his shoulder's and kissed him deeply onto the shorter's collarbone. He started getting impatient, he started to nip and bite harder onto UK, to which he started to whine at the the pleasure and soon enough, when USSR found UK's sweet spot, UK squeaked. Not moan, squeak. Like a mouse. A large bang came from the door. 

"YOU TWO BETTER NOT BE DOING ANYTHING S-XUAL IN MY HOUSE!" A muffled scream came from behind the door. Definitely B.E. He's angry. "Uh..." UK and USSR hummed. "Oh my goodness.. You two better take a walk to refresh yourself. Clearly you're out of your minds.." B.E said again. UK and USSR groaned in disappointment and got off each other. They dressed their shirts and jackets again and exited the room, to find B.E standing there angrily. "I know you two are partners but not in my house. Or anywhere where I'm near in the plain existence," B.E stated. The two looked quite dissatisfied but nodded with agreement as to show their apologies. "Good, now you two can go for a quick walk, a pub, I don't care. You just need to be here alive. I'm not doing the paperwork."

((Time skip))

UK and USSR were inside a pub. It was loud, free and crazy where colours of frenzy were spotted onto everyone's faces. UK wasn't much of a drinker. He was more of a player. He was always great with tactics when playing poker or Black Jack. He'd always win. He never tried to play 8-ball. Possibly a little too boring for his liking. This time, Portugal betted UK if he won against him in 8-ball, 150 pounds will be passed. UK thought for a moment. It was a brand new game but 150 was a really good deal. USSR was talking to Cuba and Yugoslavia in a different area, so the love birds were separated. UK and Portugal headed towards the game area for 8-ball, already surrounded by a few other allies.

"Hey, what's happening?" "He's trying 8-ball?" "Who will win?" "Ooooh" Voices like these circled the table, letting nervousness creep UK's spine. The game begins. Portugal's turn first. He hits the balls with precision and power and spread out the game balls evenly away from each other. None of them went in, so, no points. UK's turn. He angles himself and aligns himself with a deep red and white ball and hits. He got the first point. He plays again. The two had an intense match. They were both really close with points until it came to the final round. It was a lot more difficult than the other hits due to the white null ball edging to the side away from the final score. Spain took his shot, missed. UK tries, also misses. Spain again. The intensity rises between the two. The pub music was more like background music. The only focus was on the point. Finally, after a very long period of decision making, UK aligns himself once more. He moves his stick closer and hits with expertise.

He did it.

His first match and he won it. The crowd cheered for UK and congratulated the country for the win. Portugal accepted his defeat and handed the money to UK, who kindly split it for showing his gratitude towards Portugal's game play and honesty. No wonder the two were allies for the longest anyways. "Let us have a drink friend. On the house," UK remarked with joy. Portugal nodded and made their way towards the bar. They each selected a drink and started to talk. On the other side of the spectrum, USSR was drinking by himself now. Cuba and Yugoslavia left early and there was no one to talk to. So, he simply stared. He heavily stared at UK. He watched how UK held the glass in his gloved hand. He saw his content facial expressions when talking to his ally. He saw how his hair was kept neat, despite the actions of the party. USSR grew hungry for more.

His eyes narrowed and furrowed his face in frustration. He gripped tighter onto his 7th bottle of vodka yet he was still nowhere near drunk to understand nothing. He gritted his teeth and stood up. He walked over towards UK and grabbed his partner roughly on the arm. "Eh. Now what do you think you're doing!?" Portugal asked in frustration. "I need to talk with him. Now.." USSR growled, yanking UK off of his stool and brought him into a room, surprisingly a bedroom. He threw UK onto the bed and locked the door behind them. He was going to begin. Just the two of them without interruption.

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