Tea time with a commie - Countryhumans SovBrit

Chapter 25 • Amnesia? I hardly know her!

China's POV:

I finally finish cleaning my hands. There was just a disgusting ick I felt which I had to rid of! Even with the gloves on, it doesn't help one bit. I let out a huge sigh of annoyance, composing myself and leaving the bathroom. I look back to my table and...

...

Am I seeing correctly?!

Before my very eyes, Soviet – my own ally! – and Britain – of all people! – were... I nearly gag. This is disgusting. Surely this is a joke. Surely?! Maybe he's just drunk? No, he can't be. He only had one drink, and it was a small, light one. It's not like it was vodka or anything of the sort. I avert my eyes away from the sight. Once I take a few deep breaths, I look back and they seemed to have finished. Hesitantly, I make my way to them.

I don't even want to walk up to them.

"Did you see that, too?" Wales suddenly asks me in an hushed voice.
I jump in surprise. He had crept up behind me without making a single noise like a mouse. I look him and up and down, nodding, assuming he's on about... That.
"Unfortunately, yes," I usher back.
He walks past me, heading back to the table as if nothing had happened. I swear I can hear him quietly laugh about it. Does he not mind..? How could he not mind?

We both return and, naturally, Soviet acts as if nothing had happened. But, Britain is all flustered up: smiling weirdly with obvious blush.
"Should we go?" Soviet asks.
I don't even want to speak to him right now. Maybe never.
"Sure," Britain chimes.
I glance at Wales, who still looks unbothered by the whole ordeal. How could he not care?!

We all pay and leave. Britain had started a conversation with Wales, leaving me and Soviet in silence. It's horribly awkward. I don't want to say anything, but I'm certain he wants to say something... I'm keeping my mouth shut. The sound of our steps against the pavement is good enough for me.
"С тобой все в порядке? (Are you alright?)" Soviet asks.
I only nod.
"Я могу сказать, что тебя что-то беспокоит. (I can tell something is bothering you.)" He speaks up.
Sometimes it's hard to keep composure. This is one of those times. I sigh in an audibly wrathful tone, feeling part of my disgust escape from my breath.
"я скажу тебе позже (I'll tell you later)."

Soviet's POV:

I can't believe what I just did. It was just in the spur of the moment. I didn't even realize what I was doing until it was done. I want to wash out my mouth with water (or vodka) at the very thought of it – not just the fact I did do it! If anyone else saw us... I don't want to think about that! But... I must admit, it was enjoyable to a degree... Like a sense of closeness or even... Perhaps control? Surely this proves the amount of trust Britain has in me. Surely. So this should be a good thing...

The whole walk back, I manage to have conversation with Britain and his lackey. But China? Something doesn't seem right with him. He stayed quiet the whole walk back. Perhaps he's just sick from eating at that place – I already know he doesn't like eating out often. I'm sure he'll be over it soon.

Once at the hotel, China and I bid farewell to the other two. I am glad to be back here. I'm sure my son will be grateful I've returned. But, before I can wonder off, China gives a small cough to get my attention.
"Soviet," he begins in a ushered voice, "I need to ask you something very important..."
I can tell he's upset by his voice. I don't want to deal with someone being upset at the moment, so this better be quick.
"Go on. I'm listening."
"How far is your relationship with Britain?" He's crossed his arms and giving me an odd look.
For fucks sake.
"Why are you asking?"
"You and Britian just seem... Too close—"
"Whatever you saw, that is NOT a reflection of myself! Remember: I'm only building up trust with him!" I utter out in a shout–whisper; loud enough to assert my position, quiet enough for no one else to hear.
China slowly nods at my remark,
"Right, right..."

Britain's POV:

I am so very happy right now! It's as if. I was blessed by the Lord himself! The whole walk, I was near giddy – on a high. Of course, I did manage to keep my composure (somewhat) on the way back. By the time me and my kingdom had arrived back to my house, I was already well composed (despite still blushing).

Once we arrive, I notice someone at my door. They don't notice me and Wales walking up behind them. But, as we both approach, I realise exactly who it is:
"Scotland?" I call out.
Scotland turns around immediately,
"There you are! Where've you been? I've been looking you," He calls out.
Before I can even respond, Wales does so for me,
"Walking." He tuts.
"Why were you looking for me? Has something happened?" I ask.
I tap my foot impatiently, questioning all the possible reasons as to why Scotland has come here.
"England's woken up!" He explains.

Me and Wales both nearly jump backa t the statement. This is great news!
"Really?! Should– can we go visit him?" I ask.
"Mewn gwirionedd? (Really?)" Wales mutters something quietly.
"Yeah, we should," Scotland answers.

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Accompanied by two of my kingdoms, us three make our way to the hospital. We're all undisguised, having plentyful people give us looks as CHs. But that's fine; we're given privacy anyways. Once we enter, I am overjoyed to see that England was alive and well. I nearly squealed at the sight, not wasting a second longer to ask all sorts of questions:
"England! Are you alright!? How are you feeling?—" I could've went on and on.
Scotland held me back,
"Calm down, he just woke up."
"Yeah! I just woke up– I'm fine by the way," England muttered shortly after.
He sounds a bit groggy. Maybe I shouldn't have jumped into so many questions. Regardless, I am glad that he's better.

"How long have I been out for..?" He says, looking around the room.
"'Bout a week," Scotland shrugs.
"A week?!"
"Yeah, that's what I just bloody said," Scotland utters.
I can see the confusion linegr on England's face. It makes me feel so awful for him. Whoever put him in this coma must be found! And when they are found, they'll be brought to justice!

"Do you remember what happened?" Wales asked, having kept quiet this entire time.
England rears his head up to him, keeping quiet for a moment. I do hope he knows who did it!
"Not really; I was absolutely pissed when it happened."
Oh... Right... He would've been drunk when that happened.
"Are you sure don't remember?" I decide to ask.
England shakes his head, much to my disappointment. Then, he looks to Scotland,
"How did you not see anything?! We were literally together!"
"You were behind me, I didn't realise for another... Five minutes?"
"What?! How?"

The two begin to bicker. I look to Wales who has continued to stay quiet. He looks unbothered, perhaps in his own thoughts. Maybe he's wondering who did it. I'm wondering that as well.

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(( Sorry for another short chapter:( but eeehhh. It's fineeee. I'll make it up to y'all with some crazy plot related stuff which I've been tryna build up these past chapters. Not only that, but I might take suggestions (but that's mainly cuz I got the ending figured out but not a lot of the middle stuff :') ) and I might be working on other books. Who knows – who knows.. anywaysss— See y'all next chapter <3))