Tea time with a commie - Countryhumans SovBrit

Chapter 26 • Suprise intervention!

America's POV (fifth POV unlocked?!?!):

I am absolutely disgusted. To think that my own dad would do that to me?! Does he not realise how that'll make me – the west – and the whole of NATO look?! I'm not surprised; the things mom told me about him after the divorce... He doesn't deserve to live as comfortably as he does right now. And to think that UN actually stood up for him?! I don't want to argue with him – of all people – but surely he should be more mad at Britain, not I! I mutter this all out in annoyance.

"Are you still mad about it, Ame?" Nada suddenly asks.
We both decided to meet up today; both of our flights aren't due until tomorrow. It's one of the few non-work related meetups we have together as brothers. He looks at me with pure kindness from his eyes and a reassuring voice – clearly he didn't get that from Britain.
"It just doesn't make sense. Why would he do that to us?! Has he forgotten his position?!"
"I'm upset about it, too. I don't think it's right... Them two being together, I mean."
"Damn right!" I call out, "does he not realise how wrong it is?!"

The more I think about it, the more disgusted I feel.
"They're meant to be enemies! And the fact that they're both males is just... It just doesn't fit right! Of course that Russian scum would probably swing that way— but Britain?!—"
"I'm just worried that USSR is manipulating father. What if he's being coerced or forced into it? And we're just complaining about it!" Nada chimes in grief.
My brother cares too much. I understand his worry – definitely – and I still recall my last conversation with Britain. I told him directly that USSR was definitely manipulating him and he ignored me. And, of course, when I tried to confront USSR he denied it – obviously. I know I should do something, but it's just not worth it. He won't listen. He's already firm in his decision. If something happens, it'll be his fault!

"Can we at least talk to father once more?" Nada suddenly begs me, makings pouty expression, "please?"
I love my brother, but I don't enjoy it when he pouts. It means he'll go on and on about it until he gets an answer he wants. And I already know very well that he wants me to agree.
"No. It's his decision, it'll be his fault if anything happens." I cross my arms in defiance.
Nada pouts further,
"But! – as part of NATO – we should look out for others and keep them from being influenced by those kind of forces! What if USSR tries to take over father's land?! What will we do then?!"
He's not wrong. Not at all. And it would be terrible – embarrassing even – if such a thing occured. As much as I don't want to, I'm gonna have to. I groan in annoyance, caving into my brother's pouty behaviour.
"Alright. Let's try and visit him right now then."

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The car ride there was dull to say the least. Nada kept ranting on about his worries for Britain. The whole time, I just had my eyes focused out the window, daydreaming for most of it. I only snapped out of it when I began to recognise the roads and other houses... And then I saw the old house I was raised in. My face frowns at the sight. Nada was nearly jumping out the car before it even stopped. Once we parked up close, the two of us exited the car and made our way to the door.

Nada had ran ahead, awaitng for me to hurry up. He couldn't stand still, knocking on the door while I was still walking up to it. We both wait for a few seconds. There's no way Britain would take this long to answer the door! Someone, who's blurry figure is made out by the glass to the side of the door, trots up and waits a moment – probably just checking through the peephole. By now, both me and Nada are undisguised (given that no one else is around and we're right by the door). Whoever it was seemed just a few inches taller than Britain. Weird. I didn't think he'd have other guests here. They open the door and I recognize them by their flag... I don't remember the name though.

They're one of Britain's kingdom's, one of the few attending to the NATO meetings in place of him. From what I've gathered, he's not much of an issue: he's quiet; he doesn't make a fuss, and he appears rather polite. Though, there was once instance that made me rather iffy with him... The last meeting he was in, he defended the East! He genuinely thought they had nothing to do with England! ... He did have a good point... Maybe he was just trying to avoid a conflict... Regardless of that, I shouldn't hold any malice. He's probably inexperienced!