Follow my steps //SovBrit

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟛: 𝕋𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕪 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕙𝕠𝕝 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥?

TW: Hangover, shouting, (basically angst)

Inspo: The few final paragraphs of chapter 14 of 'Tea time with the commie'

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USSR was awake first. He had a terrible hangover from last nights excitement that he wasn't bothered to wake the shorter beside him. To be honest, everything that happened between UK and USSR just felt... false. Nothing seemed to get better for the two, the harsher meetings made it even more annoying for the two to even have peace amongst themselves and yet now he basically had s-xual desires with an enemy of the west. USSR grunted as he swiftly moved about the house, possibly looking for something. The feeling of repentance soon grew stronger as he thought more and more about the events. His breaths came out sharp and heavy, his hair was hanging low and his pupils narrowed with anger. His mouth soon turned to a frown when he heard the light pattern of a walk behind him.

"Good morning Soviet! Hope you slept well," UK merrily said, standing next to USSR. "Don't even touch me," USSR snapped. UK looked a little taken back at the statement but persisted. "O-Oh, sorry. Would you like something to eat? Drink perhaps?" he asked quickly. "Absolutely not. I'm not bothered having anything. I'll be going outside for a while, have fun by yourself," USSR replied harshly. He grabbed a bag and left immediately without saying anything. UK stared at the door oddly and was really perplexed. Yet again, he did trust USSR a lot. So as soon as his tea was brewed, he relaxed on an armchair and looked out the window. 

The morning was beautiful. The bright blue sky and the lively sounds of passers with their love, their family, or just alone in general feeling bright about the October month. UK cracked a smile and placed his cup away. B.E came downstairs right after. "Good morning father! Would you like a cuppa?" UK exclaimed. "Mmhmm.. Uh.. Where's your friend?" B.E asked tiredly. "Oh, he said he was going on a walk. Weather's lovely outside so I didn't have to complain," UK replied in a gentle tone, somewhat upsetting. "Ah, I see. Before I forget, I needed to give you a letter. From NATO." B.E pulled out a letter and handed it to UK, who gave his mug into his hand. UK looked at it for a few seconds before opening it.

Dear United Kingdom,

We are sorry to inform you that you will no longer take part in any NATO meetings temporarily. You will have to mark your absence in any meeting that will be held further due to the fact of the political situation between USA and USSR. Do not worry, as much as this may seem concerning, you may have a little rest and hopefully we will contact you again to confirm that you are able to rejoin. 

Yours sincerely,

NATO

UK stared at the note with shock. This couldn't be real! NATO? Preventing UK to enter? Isn't that very unusual? "I-..." UK murmured. "Is something wrong?" B.E asked. UK couldn't lie to his own father, he had to tell him the truth. "It's.. uh.. NATO meetings. I'm not allowed to go anymore, suspiciously. I really hope they don't suspect anything about me. It might've been a false accusation?" UK replied sorrowfully. "Or maybe..." B.E begun. "USA has told NATO about your love interest with USSR and are preventing you from doing anything.. USA has kept quiet for a little too long.." "I-" UK paused "I.. never thought it that way.. but my own son?" UK worriedly said "Why would he.." "UK, it's best you take a moment and calm down. I'm busy tonight and I have to leave. Please be safe and take care of yourself," B.E interrupted. He placed his hand over UK's shoulder and patted him a few times before leaving.

UK was alone now. It did not fit right. There was no gossiping from USA, there was no clashing and tumbling from B.E and there was no.. comfort from USSR. UK sniffled a few times as he looked back at the paper. He clenched it tighter as he laid down on the floor out of will. He needed someone or even just something to stay beside him. A few droplets of tears left his eyes and rolled down his nose. He wiped them away with his sleeve and shuffled around on the floor. He thought about the strange behaviour USSR has developed today, he thought about the betrayal from his own son and how the other 3 children are not speaking or visiting UK anymore and he finally thought about the relationship. 

The relationship of opposing love forces which is exactly why he was in this situation. He slowly risen from the floor and tried to dance. He couldn't. He just couldn't. His legs were too wobbly, his arms were loose and head was gassed with thoughts. He thought about the box he gave USSR before he left that country. He thought that he really trusted USSR but it seems like that this was all fake. These thoughts kept hitting UK like a needle to the heart. It pained him too much. He slammed the cold, marble floor with his fist and yelled in anger. He kept banging and banging until his hand bled excessively. His breathing became heavier, more weak and unfortunate as he stared at his own hand. Blood ran down all the way down UK's arm and stained the clothes with the scarlet red blood. 

Finally, he heard the door click.

USSR entered with anger in his expression. Fingers clenched around a glass of what seemed like alcohol again. UK jolted away from USSR with fear. His heart pounding every time USSR took a step closer, he would have to move back. USSR reached out to grab UK but UK swiftly dodged and sprinted upstairs with USSR quickly following. He managed to reach his room and locked himself in it. He stepped further away from the door and hid, hearing loud bangs from the other side. USSR came crashing into the room with his eyes flared up with anger. UK whimpered under his breath as USSR looked around.

Finally, USSR was at his feet. He needed to move but he couldn't. He physically couldn't. USSR knelt down and spotted UK beside the bed and side table. His teeth gritted and pulled UK out of the spot. He stormed downstairs into the living room where he was able to get a better hold of UK. UK kept begging and apologising but USSR kept shutting him off. As soon as they reached down the flight of stairs, USSR smashed UK against the wall and turned him away. "USSR! PLEASE! IM SORRY! IM SORRY! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME! I REALLY AM SORRY!" he cried out in fear. USSR simply didn't reply. Instead, he let go but UK wouldn't move. "Hold still," UK heard USSR say.

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Something sharp hit his own head and collapsed onto the floor, the only vision he finally saw was USSR's face and his clothes smeared with blood. UK's eyes became hazy and fell unconscious.

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