((I'm not a very christmassy person, so forgive my lack of Christmas flare in this.
Also we're at 5.5k reads??? I love y'all so much ong <333
And sorry for lack of updates. Here's a long-ish chapter to make up for it))
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Britain's POV:
December 22nd... In the next three days will be the first Christmas I've had without my family. I tried to reach out to all of them. No one responded.
I'm a failure of a father, aren't I? Not even my own children want to visit me. It's not far fetched to say it's my own fault. It is my own fault, isn't it? I let them down for my own benefit. But, it wasn't all bad, was it? I found the love of my life! And I'm certain it's made him happy, too!
I know Soviet's country (and his government) isn't the best... But as a person, he's lovely! Do I really need to judge someone because of where they're from and what they represent? Surely my children will be able to see past it too and accept us. Surely!
In my own solitude, there's nearly no nosie. Just rain from the outside tapping against the window. It's a little strange. There's still sunlight yet it chooses to still rain. It's calming to watch. All the while, the small glimmer of light shines inside. It relfects off the phone in a bright glare. I wonder what Soviet is planning to do for this year's Christmas- perhaps I could visit him! I haven't seen him in a week!
My legs lunge me forward to the phone as I pick it up and dial in his number. I sit, waiting impatiently. It rings for up to a minute. No answer. What time would it even be in Moscow? It's noon now... So it's about afternoon or early evening there! Maybe he's having dinner? Or perhaps doing business? I shouldn't worry. I shouldn't worry.
I leave the phone for some time, returning to the living room to drink tea and watch the rain. The edge of my tongue is singed from the hot beverage. I've not a clue how much time is being passed. It's as if the world had sped up for a short period of time.
The ringing of the phone took me out of the moment and rushed me out of my seat. I didn't even check who was calling. I knew exactly who it was.
"Привет, Soviet!" I chimed out, smiling widely as my pronunciation had improved these last few weeks.
"Привет to you too, Британия," Soviet answers, his voice filling me with comfort.
I love hearing my name said like that. It feels like a rush of admiration!
"How are you? What has you calling right now?" In the background, I can hear the distant voices of (what I presume are) his children.
I cup my free hand up to my chest, wandering my eyes around the living room. There was only very few Christmas decorations that had been put up to lighten the mood and the festive spirit.
"I was just wondering what your plans for Christmas would be this year?"
I hear a small stutter from Soviet.
"Oh, uh... I don't celebrate the same Christmas as you."
"Do you not?"
Is he not Christian? I thought he was.
"нет. I don't celebrate it for another... Two weeks? Roughly. I celebrate Christmas on the seventh of January... Мне жаль, sorry."
"No, no! It's alright!" I urk out, upset that I've made him apologise, "I just didn't know..."
There's a small moment of silence from his end.
"If you want, then maybe you could come visit me on that day; you could still celebrate with me."
"Really?" I jump with my heels, "are you sure?"
"Of course - we are," Soviet pauses for a moment, "we are a couple, so we should spend time together like one..."
My face heats up with blush. Smiling widely, I nod as if he could see me,
"Definitely! I'd love to!"
"I'm glad you do..." Soviet quiets down.
I hear, in the background of his end, him calling out in Russian. He speaks up once more,
"I need to go, my kids are being, uhm, bothersome, so I need to deal with them."
I giggle at the thought. It reminds me of when my children were younger and how roudy they used to get.
"Alright, I'll see you soon! Love you."
With a goodbye, Soviet responds with,
"I love you too, Британия..." He hangs up not long after.
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