Tea time with a commie - Countryhumans SovBrit

Chapter 22 • Conversation

((you lot were so aggressive in the last chapter 😭😭. Can't wait to see y'all get more aggro here.
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Britain's POV:

When I heard those words, I needed to know if he meant it the same way I did. Pulling back, I looked at Soviet in the eyes.
"Really? Do you really mean it? You... Love me? As in... Love love me?"
He keeps his warm hands on my shoulders. A cast of doubt crosses my mind as he takes a moment to respond.
"With all my heart, Британия."
My own heart jumps with joy at those words. I embrace him once more as he does the same. And then I raise my head up, wanting to take a risk. He looks down on me with his golden eye, perhaps thinking the same. I jerk my head up further as I notice he slowly lowers his.

I don't care what my sons will say. I don't care what others will think. I'm just glad to be with the love of my life.

"Father..!" I hear my second eldest call out from the other end of the hallway.
I freeze up, unsure of what to do. What will I even say?! Soviet stands upright, letting go of me. The warmth from his hands already disappear. Footsteps echo closer to us.
"Father, what's taking you so long?-" Canada stares us both down.
I can feel Soviet just glaring back at my son. I understand it, but I don't want him to be seen as rude! Before my son can say anything else - and for Soviet's sake - I rush up to him. A confidence itches at me while a panic envelopes. I'm doing this for my lover... It'll be fine...
"Nada, I was just talking to him. I'm sorry for keeping you waiting," my voice shakes.
I take Nada's hand and usher him away. Before we leave the hallway, I glance back at Soviet once more and give him a short wave goodbye.

Once we're close to the entrance, I feel my son grab at my shoulder. He pushes me forward and forces me to face him.
"Father, why?!" He asks, rather loudly.
I've never heard him raise his voice in this manner before. He knows it's rude, doesn't he?! NATO, America and a few others look our way. My son continues,
"Why do you choose to be with him?!"
I back up. Surely Nada knows why! I've told him why! And I was certain he was accepting of my choices... But... He's not. Is he? Not with that tone he is...

The room begins to close in on me. I want to run off - to run into the arms of my lover for comfort - but my legs keep still. My son might of said something else, but I couldn't hear. I don't want to hear what he has to say. Two others walk up to us: my eldest son and NATO. I can't focus on what they're saying. And then, from the hallway, I see my lover walk out. He glances once at me. My heart warms in comfort while he walks to his allies, but is stopped by my eldest. Oh, Lord... What is he about to say?! Again, I want to run up to them, to diffuse whatever is about to be said. But I can't.

My body starts to shake. My throat tightens.

What have I started?

No one's POV:

America narrows his eyes at his enemy. He couldn't stand to see him at the moment. The very idea that he had been coercing his father boiled his blood. He gritted his teeth, approaching Soviet.
"What the hell have you been doing with Britain?!" Said America calmly.
Soviet didn't flinch at all. He didn't even look America's way. Instead, he walked close to his allies and right up to his son Russia. He wanted to set a somewhat good example for his kid.
"Hey!" America started, "I'm talking to you!"
"Not right now, свинья (pig). I have my son with me." Soviet smiled.
"You think that's a good enough excuse?!"
NATO strolled up the two, obviously planning to side with America, but not planning to be as brash. He placed a hand on America's shoulder, keeping eye contact with Soviet.
"Listen, not to sound rude, but we would appreciate it if you left Britain alone."