Drunk ahh commie man's POV:
As the day continued, the headache lessened. By dinner, it hadn't disappeared completely, so, instead of eating when my children were, I waited until they had finished to eat as well. I shouldn't have had so many children – I don't even know most of their mothers! To my surprise, Britain had waited with me. It's cute to see. He wouldn't leave my side even if it meant getting food. When we had both finished eating, it was late into the night; it was best if we both went to sleep.
Remembering the conversation I had with East a few days prior, only now do I realise – laying in the same bed with Britain – that I don't hesitate at all. I'm not regretful with my actions at all. This is right! Surely God can undunderstand that?!
Britain huddles his body up to mine as I bring my arms around his. My heart warms up and I smile at the ceiling. I can't believe he's with me! And soon enough, maybe I can get his entire country to ally with mine! It would be such the pleasure! ... But I want to focus on just us for now... and I'm certain a certain American wouldn't allow for such a thing.
"Ya tebya lyublyu (Я тебя люблю/I love you)." I hear Britain hum out.
I blush intesnley. He said it so accurately!
"Я тоже тебя люблю," I bring him even closer and kiss his cheek.
Eventually, we both fall asleep as the night passes.
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By the time morning comes around, my headache has completely vanished. The morning goes by calmly, too. At the breakfast table, I notice that Britain no longer has an anxious face when near my children (and my children aren't so fearful of him being here, either). It's as if he's part of the family... he is family! He'll be like a second father to my children... actually... I'm not so sure on that. He doesn't speak enough Russian to be at that point yet... Well, hopefully I can teach him more in the future! And then he could teach my kids English, too.
I smile at the thought. An odd sense fills me. What was it that East called it? Love, isn't it? I don't get it at all, but its something I can't wait to feel more of.
"п-папа," I hear some of my youngest children chime out.
I onky notice it now, but my voice feels so much better than it had months ago. It's eased down and isn't so strained.
"Да?" I look at them.
They all exchange looks with each other, until finally, one of them speaks up.
"Как ты? (How are you?)" Estonia asks.
Strange. It's not often they ask me something like that... yet it feels like something that should be asked more often.
"У меня все хорошо (I'm doing fine). А вы? как у вас у всех дела? (And you? How are all of you?)" I look to all my children.
One by one, all of them begin to respond with anything between 'fine' and 'good'. A small hum of confusion comes from Britain. I smile and, for perhaps the first time in a long while, I shortly laugh.
"Sorry, Британия. I was asking how they were... How are you?"
Britain gleefully smiles back,
"I'm doing good!"
I could live a life like this for eternity.
For the next few months, I'm certain me and Britain will continue speaking over the phone together, going to each other's places and staying by each others side.
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((Guys, I know this is a short chapter (and the other one might be short too) BUT! To make it up to you lot, shit is going to go down in the next few chapters, so be prepared :)
And make some guesses in the comments while ur at it. Maybe I'll respond, maybe those guesses will be written into the next few chapters (idk maybe I already have a lot of the story set in stone but we'll see)
I can already feel how feral you lot are getting–))
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