Tea time with a commie - Countryhumans SovBrit

Chapter 29 • Average Russian Christmas

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Big Russian guy's POV:

Britian is coming here today. I shouldn't keep letting him come so close to my family. It's dangerous to let a foreigner near – or even near! – my land. But, he seems harmless enough. He's desperate for affection, isn't he?

In the comfort of my office, I hear my eldest son call out. I can't quite hear him with the door shut.
"Что?!" I yell back.
He is ens the door, looking at me with an annoying smile,
"Папа! Британия здесь! (Britian is here!)"
I put my papers down and stand up, only nodding my son's response.
"Перестаньте улыбаться. Ты выглядишь глупо. (Stop smiling. You look stupid).
Finally, my son wipes that smirk off his face and complies to my command. It's good to have someone who listens to what you say, but also bad if you have to remind them every so often.

At the entrance hall, Britain is standing in anticipation, waiting for me. Once he notices me, he sprints over (which looks rather funny given his short legs). By the time I realise he started moving, he's already ran right up to me and jumped up for a hug. It's terrifying to think of how fast he can be. I'll need to remember this for my own safety. Definetly.

I embrace him back, my arms around his fragile body.
"How are you, Британия?" I can't help but tease him on this thought, "did you miss me?"
We haven't seen each other in weeks, have we?
"I'm doing great! And you? How are you... Sovi?"
Did he really isn't refer to me as that?! Fucking 'Sovi'?! That sounds like a bloody feminine name! I'm a man, not a woman. Britian is the woman in this relationship!

"I'm good, too." I didn't even realise that I had practically scooped him up into my arms as if I were carrying someone.
Before I can respond further, Britain embraces in a... Different way. I gag internally as I feel his lips touch against mine. When he's done, I immediately look around, making sure no one had seen anything. Britain begins to make himself comfortable in my arms. Just because I'm strong doesn't mean I'm going to hold him the enter time he's here. I lower him to the floor,
"I can't carry you everywhere."
"I know, I know," he giggles, atanding up straight.
"By the way," I kneel down to his level, "when we're around my children, we can't be all... Love dovey, alright? I don't want any of them to get any ideas."
Britain smiled,
"Of course!"

Walking through the halls, Britain stays by my side the entire time. He appears tidied up very well and in greater sprits than I've often seen him. Have I really made him that happy? Good. Anything that'll get him closer to me and further from anyone else.
"How was your Christmas?" I ask.
At that question, he lights up. A wide smile appears on this face,
"It went great! Two of my sons visited me as a surprise!"
"... Really? Which ones?" That's why he's happy.
"Aussie and Kiwi – my youngest! I love them both so much!"
Can anything even be done about those two without provoking a response from America?
"That's nice to hear." I mutter.

It was already too late into the night. I've already eaten with my family and Britain was seemingly tired from the flight here. I suppose it all works out nice enough. Despite his pleading, I refused to let him sleepi nthe same room as I. I'm not ready for that. He knows I'm not ready for such a thing. So, he goes to rest in a spare bedroom instead.

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By morning, I made sure to wake up early. It is the 7th of January, afterall. Рождество (Christmas). I'm certain my children will try to wake up early, too. I make sure that my servants ((what is a more friendlier term for servant??)) have already made breakfast in preparation. It'll be something to keep my kids occupied with (and I suppose it's something they also need).