UK groggily woke up from the exhaustion from the previous day. It was his final year at his school and the graduation ceremony was massive. Countries ecstatic with joy and celebrating with huge amounts of alcohol, which did end up everyone having to become a little too hyper. He wasn't complaining about it though. It has been such an interesting time where so many things happened which passed and go. He smiled weakly as he slumped himself towards the bathroom where he cleansed himself and prepared for the day ahead. He rubbed his eyes and soon enough, descended down the flight of stairs.
He headed towards the small kitchen where he buttered a pan and cracked some eggs over it. He flipped the eggs thoroughly and took out a small plate. He placed the eggs and seasoned them with black pepper. He looked out of the window. It was a warm and gentle morning with youth growing in the baby blue skies. He sighed contently as he finished his eggs and headed over to clean his plate. He watched as the bubbles from the dish soap rise and reflect the soft pink from the growing blossoms. It was beautiful, just so beautiful. He tidily placed the plate back where he got it and moved towards the deep brown door.
UK allowed his hand run through (what seemed like) a faded crack. He chuckled at the memory and soon heard the stairs creak behind him.
"Good morning USSR,"
"Good morning love,"
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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?
