「.*☆SOVBRIT ONESHOTS☆*.」

「Drunk & sick🚫18」

〔-TW- Smutty smutty smut smut🌚
So basically, in this AU all the countries go to a party at EU's House and USSR & UK 〕

--:Britain's pov:

*I'm drunk .... so , so very drunk .
Why the fuck is everyone so loud -God my head hurts*

It was almost midnight. Yet the party showed no signs of ending any time soon, with the dim lights, Britain could see people gliding across the grand room . Drinks clattering and disorienting laughter filling his ears as his mind fogged and cleared continuously. This was an annual event . In which all countries of the world came together in hopes of 'keeping the peace , forming new bonds and maintaining healthy global realtions' - as EU liked to put it . Tonight is the first time it was held since WWII . Despite the war having happened just over a decade ago they ; only now thet fept it right to get back to normal . Yet everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. With hearty banter filling the pristine cream walls of EU's mansion.

Britain , being an island himself , made it a point in keeping his relations close , while friendly to all countries , he always made sure to know where his loyalties lie , that being in his allies and family , and with a cold war seemingly around the corner he made sure to show undivided reassurance to America . Prepared to get him in any way he could.

But he couldn't deny-he felt undeniable guilt . Knowing that all he would do would be going to hurting the soviet union -

Before the war , him and USSR were close friends and allies . He trusted the Union with his whole heart and felt that Soviet did the same . Yet , he couldn't help the betrayal he felt when he found out that he joined the Nazi . Even if it was 10 year ago he would never forget . But even so . He couldn't help but have a soft spot for the man

---:USSR pov

I downed another shot . The drink drowning out the noise bombarding my senses . I hate things like these parties . So stupid . As if I don't have better things to do that listen to countries bitch and moan about how scared they are about the coming war .... THEY AREN'T THE ONES FUCKING FIGHTING IT WHY ARE THEY SCARED THE FUCKING IDIOTS -... yet , I could only left my eyes dift across the room . Scoping out for anything interesting- and my eyes land on a country .

One I've loved for years , years I spent adoring him , his soft green eyes , his glassy hair , his delicate frame and his kind demeanor . How he bore his teeth in every smile , and his laugh would make your head go fuzzy. How his hands , so soft and slim , would lay on yours in means of comfort . And his loyalty rest with you as you slept .
Britain .... oh how I missed seeing him . Talking to him . I couldn't help but stare from across the room , as he talked to a fellow country , his words slow as they rolled off his toongue in that intoxicating accent . He's drunk isn't he - not that I can talk .

I slowly move , taking one more shot of vodka before I move to greet the small man . My mind so clouded but all I want is to hear his voice . Apologise and see him smile .... its been so long . And I continue to make my way to him , moving around the crowded countries towards him .....

---:Britain's pov

I felt a tap on my shoulder , drawing me away from my boring conversation with Vatican City.
".... USSR." I say slowly, my intoxicated mind whirring as I look at the tall Russian in front of me
-"Британия-... may-may .... I talk with you for a bit?"- He says quietly to me .
Though i hesitate. Foggy and surprised a comply , letting my former ally lead me to a quieter place , away from the rest of the part and the noise . To his guest room . (One we all received in case we needed to stay the night if it went on too late, like it most likely would). To which he apologised for taking me so far away
-"no worries , Soviet..... what is ut you wish to seak with mme about"- I ask confused . We haven't talked in years .... yet ... oh, I miss him dearly . He begins to apologise , for his betrayal , for siding with Nazi , apologising for everyone