Tea time with a commie - Countryhumans SovBrit

Chapter 30 • It's not gay! It's just sleeping!

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'Gay' Russian Skyscraper:

I can't believe what I've decided to go through with.

We both enter my room, which only has one bed... If he just sleeps on one side and I just sleep on the other, then it'll be fine! We'll both fit; I have a king-sized bed!

I feel like gagging. We haven't even gotten anywhere close to the bed and I already hate this. My eyes dart to the ensuite bathroom.
"I'll be right back," I mutter, entering the bathroom for just a moment.
Behind me, I hear Britain's voice say in glee:
"Alright!"
I didn't even turn my head to face him, but I can imagine he's smiling. Of course he's smiling – of course he's happy about this. He's a sinner. He's into this. That's why.

The door is locked and I have time to sort myself out. The mirror reflects my miserable expression. Had I known that this is what would've happened had I entered Britain's house for the first time, I would have never entered, regardless if it was raining or not.

I turn the tap on and let it run freezing cold water. As my hand grasps as much water as it can, I hesitate to take off my eye patch... The scar shows through regardless. I bow my head below the mirror, averting my eyes as I take off the patch for just a moment to cleanse my face. I do this for God knows how long. Before I know it, I'm suffocating myself in a towel to dry off. It scratches against my skin in a rough manner. Soon enough, I've already changed into just pants (or shorts) and put the patch back on. My heart pounds.

There's no going back from this.

I unlock the door and enter back into the bedroom with a cautious step.

Britain was already well into bed, already changed too. He's way too small for a bed this size. He's like a young dog on a sofa or a baby bird in it's nest. His eyes beam at me with excitement. I step closer, sitting at the edge. Before he can even utter a word, I state firmly:
"We should stay of different sides – to not get so quickly into it, of course."
Without hesitation, he nods. He complies with what I have to say.
"Of course! Whatever you'd like," he smiles and shuffles near the edge.
I swear to God if he falls off and injures himself—

"Is this enough...?" He asks, as if he could go any further.
"все в порядке (it's fine)," I yawn and finally lay on the bed, still feeling way to close for comfort.
"Hm?"
"It's fine."

I hug my arms against the pillows, shutting my eyes tight and imagining I was alone. It just doesn't work. If he wasn't here, I would be in the middle of the bed, able to relax however I please.
"Do you always wear the eye patch?" Britian suddenly asks.
"Что...? Yes, and..?!" I can't help but raise my voice.
I don't raise or turn my head once, but I just know he's looking at me.
"Just... Just curious," he quiets down and audibly rolls on his other side.

An hour must of passed by now. I can't sleep at all. But Britian? He's definitely fallen asleep. I can hear him snoring quietly. Does he not think this is strange?!

A further half an hour goes by, and yet I can't sleep. Not a wink. I hear a shuffling behind me. Is he really trying to cuddle up eith me?! Is he not asleep and assumed I was?!

Angered, I sit up and face Britain. About to say something, I stop myself. He's dead asleep. If I yell at him, he's not going to know what for. So, I just lay back down – this time on my back. I could push him back to his side. Actually, I will push him back to his side.