Note from Author: Get ready, things are about to commence in the next 2 chapters.
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It is currently December 27th. Location: The Royal Albert Hall (yes they do ballet shows, not only choirs- The Prom is a prime example [[Don't worry anyone outside England, do your research]]) Anyways, France is doing her stage preparation with her coach for the show The Nutcracker. She is not having a good time. "Come on France, again! I thought you didn't need practice for the show! It's in 5 days! Over 170 countries are coming, do you want this to flop!?" the coach yelled out in anger. "Oh oh! 5 days!? You are supposed to help me!" France lashed out too. "I am, but, you wouldn't listen!" the coach angrily replied "Now do that part again, less stiffness, more emotion! You want people to believe!"
France grumbled angrily to herself as she did the routine again. Over and over. She always fell, she always got shouted at. This had to stop. Finally, after 5 damn hours of pure shouting, she finally nailed the dance. The coach swiftly grabbed his coat as France praised herself. "Very well then. You have only one more rehearsal before the show, make sure you practice," he groaned. France just didn't listen. She called herself the best, most outstanding country in the world, oh how happy she was to crush UK's dreams.
On the other side of the spectrum, USSR was in a meeting with USA, having to keep UK out of the room due to him spilling a lot of information when he wasn't supposed to. "It's almost been 6 months Soviet, when will UK go back to his regular self?" USA snapped. "I don't f*cking know. I'm not some time wizard who knows all the events of the future," USSR muttered back. "F*cking hell.. We tried to sing, we tried to dance, WE BOTH TRIED BEING UK'S FATHER. WHAT MORE DO WE HAVE TO DO!?" USA yelled, slamming the desk. "I DON'T KNOW. MAYBE THE ALL MIGHTY COUNTRY OF UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, THE SON OF UK MIGHT BE ABLE TO THINK OF A GRAND IDEA!" USSR shouted back, pulling the American by the collar.
"S-son?" a small voice asked. UK a was standing at the door just looking at the two confusingly. "Wait what? You know me as your s-son?" USA asked gently, despite screaming two seconds ago. "Of course. It wouldn't make sense would it? You try to protect me, try to uhmm... help me and do something that makes me happy!" UK said with glee. "I.. Oh my goodness.. How do I respond anymore..?" USA whispered. "Come give father a hug, maybe we can calm down from all this trauma of shouting at one another," UK exclaimed happily, opening his arms up wide. USA ran up towards his father and gave him the largest hug he'd ever given his father ever since he became independent.
"I'm still here.." USSR finally said, catching the attention of the two countries. "Wait but then.. If USA is my son.. that means you're... not my father? It all comes together slowly," UK sadly said. "That's true UK. USA is your son, I am simply your uh.. ally in a way. Sorry if this is too much to handle.." USSR replied, coming towards the duo. " Ah no, it should be fine. At least everything else is normal," sniggered UK. USA and USSR just stared at each other as if they're hiding one of the biggest secrets from UK. "Ah yes, everything is.. normal. Now let us rest and we can uh talk. We have to tell you something too," USA announced suddenly. USA glanced at USSR and soon he got the message. "Ah yes, yes we do indeed," USSR agreed unsurely.
As the two sat in the kitchen, USSR found the envelope from 2 months ago and headed over towards UK and USA. "So uh, to begin, UK.. We have been invited to go to a show at the end of this year and we wondered if you liked ballet?" USSR announced. UK a thought for a moment, before having his expression furrowed. "I, uh- Sure, it sounds interesting?" UK arkwardly said, cocking his head to a side. "Very good. We just thought about something else.." USA chuckled lightly, sighing at the end. "And what is that?" UK asked. The pair looked at UK worriedly as they mumbled under their breaths. "Kinda complicated, just don't worry about it Dad," USA finally said, having USSR agreeing right after. UK nodded once before getting out of his seat.
He looked thoughtfully at the letter as he skimmed through it thoroughly. He let out a small 'ah' sound as he reached the end. "So this.. France girl, who is she?" UK asked, pointing at the name. "You'll have to just wait and see. Don't worry again," USA begun, having USSR finish off the sentence. UK smiled as he went over and hugged the two. He left USA and and USSR alone in the kitchen now, staring at the empty void with not so empty thoughts.
It was at this moment that they knew,
They f*cked up.
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Words: 874 (short chapter, sorry about that people but I'm getting to the good parts very very soon)
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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?
