France was sitting on her balcony. She was content with herself for everything she has done in order to ruin her ex's life. He was enjoying her afternoon coffee with a tarte au citron (lemon tart) and reading her daily mail. Rubbish.. Rubbish.. What? She stared at the odd looking envelope in her hands and analysed it. It seemed important so she threw the other mail away and ripped it open. Her eyes opened when she read it. It wasn't from NATO or UN, it was from.. USA? She furrowed her eyebrows and soon came to the last sentence: Finally my dear mother, I vow you get destroyed soon.
France was perplexed at the statement. Everything USA has written on the letter wasn't even anything terrible, it was only that last sentence. She wasn't bothered to even ask her own son anymore. It wasn't her problem anymore. She headed back to the living room and switched on the TV. There was nothing to watch. Absolutely nothing. She sighed with discontent as she thought to take a warm shower for the night. As she headed towards the bathroom door, she found and old portrait. Old and smashed in one particular area... UK's face. She stared at it for a little bit. She didn't care about what UK did or even said. He was only a usable person for her, like a toy or puppet. She clicked her tongue as she headed to the bathroom to forget all the memories of her old husband.
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"So, uh.. UK do you know me?" USA asked. UK just stared intensively. He was drinking in the features of his son with his red eyes, so his focus wasn't on his speech. UK went on his tip toes and placed his hands on either side of USA's stripy face. He giggled softly and USA just shook his head in disbelief. "What-? Uh, USSR? Was he always like this?" USA asked, trying to pull UK away. "Well, what else would I have called you for? Of course," USSR replied, pulling UK towards him. "Ah.. right, right..." USA muttered "What even are we supposed to do?" "I have a theory that we need to do something that reminds himself of his past self.. You know," USSR murmured, doing a small gesture too "Honestly, when I heard that France is performing.. ballet.. in the most popular venue, it just kind of made me angry as this was meant for UK, not France."
USA let out an annoyed sigh. "I hate France so much.." he mumbled, bringing the fingers to the bridge of his nose. "Ugh, fine. I'll come visit tomorrow when I have an idea. See you I guess." Off USA went. USSR turned to face UK, who was nibbling on his shirt. "Alright.. What do we have to do now..?" he groaned. UK looked up at USSR with detrimental eyes. "Sleepy..." UK yawned. "Okay.. let's go to bed then," USSR sighed. He picked up the sleepy country in his arms and changed him. As he placed UK on the bed, the smaller held USSR's hand weakly. "Papa.. don't leave me myself.." UK murmured. "I won't leave you, I'll stay here where you'll be safe. Don't worry.." USSR softly said.
He sat on the edge of the bed where he tucked UK in and caressed his hand slowly. He felt so fragile. Just.. a little too fragile. Despite coming from one of the strongest and richest dynasties, he felt extremely weak. As if he just.. collapsed on USSR's hand... USSR's eye teared up as he saw bits of UK's pale blue skin break away, they cracked and groaned with every breath as they flew into the air. His wavy hair soon became ghosted, see through and forever flowing. Oh no. Oh no no no no no no no! This can not be happening! He started to panic. He tried to shake UK awake but it was no use. Tears fell down like a waterfall down his red skin as he yelled to wake the country beneath him. Nothing, worked. Just pure agonising pain as he slowly saw the torment of the country. UK didn't feel anything. More like a peaceful death with the terror of another country watching him.
He shot up from his bed. His back was sweat stained and face drenched with tears. His breathing rough and ragged. The pain was unbearable. He wiped his tears that were still falling from his face and looked at the country beside him. Everything seemed normal. Nothing was cracked, his hair wasn't ghostly and his hand was fine. He let out a huge sigh of relief and he sipped a glass of water beside his bed. "Papa..?" a small voice murmured beside USSR. He looked over to see UK awake. "Why are you awake..?" As USSR finished his glass, he set it aside and slipped back into the covers where he pulled UK to him. "Nothing you need to worry about.." he whispered, caressing UK's cheek softly. "Papa.. is the problem me?" UK asked, hinted with the sound of upsettingness.
"What? No.. No, it isn't you.. Why do you think that?" USSR asked. "B-Because I remember you over me w-with.. red thing.. uh... Blood.." UK stammered. USSR looked a bit taken back. He bit his lip to think of an answer and hummed. "Uhh... It was only a nightmare UK. Nothing to worry about," he finally said after a couple of minutes. UK huddled closer to him and dozed off once more. USSR laid there in utter shock. How did UK remember that event? How did he remember it at all!? He couldn't think straight whatsoever. He looked at the innocent face beneath him and took a deep breath. He turned away from the man and slept, knowing this was going to be a problem.
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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?
