「.*☆SOVBRIT ONESHOTS☆*.」

【🪽do you belive in the lord🔞】

Idk if this is gonna be out soon, but I wanna update this book more frequently cause as a hypersexual myself, I get a lot . LOT . of ideas to what to write for you guys . But btf I should do more fluffs, idk u guys, give me ideas, and if I like the. I'll do them .... eventually. 

I swear one chapter I'll do all the plot again . I'm sorry to the ppl who came here to read the actual story instead of jst the smut . You all are better ppl than me 🙏💯💯💯so ye ill give. A brief intro and get right to the main course🌚🎀

——————No one's pov:

Soviet has always struggled with faith . Growing up in the icy hell that is Siberia , he never quite accepted the existence of any god. Especially under orthodox Catholicism.  He felt ice nip at his adolescent fingers , toes , eyelashes,  hair , lips , and his nose . Felt them turn his bones solid as people around him died of infection and bacterial disease . He couldn't accept such outcomes in a world of God.  How he could kill his "children" or watch them kill each other and not care . However , at the time, he was raised.  He had nothing else to believe in . What ,you expect a child to face the pains surrounding him without any false creation of hope for his sculptable mind to cling to for any sanity . Preposterous.  He went to church , he prayed , he gave thanks and preached the bible to all who would listen , he would work till him hands were raw , reciting gospel in his head .

Now, as an adult , he prays . Not because he believes,  but because he wants to . He wants to feel the connection with God he never had . Praying for any sign .

He goes home that day , walking through the desolate wood to his cabin . The first signs of spring slowly shone down  thick layers of brush and leaves onto his pure red skin . Autumn  leaves crunching beneath his heavy boots , his breath misty in the crisp air .

As he got ever closer , his mind blissful and unattentive , looking at the scene he sees close to every day. He notices a sound amongst the chirping and swaying of small branches . A very distinct , suspicious sound coming from just inside a shroud of bushes and hanging leaves in front of him . His cabin just over 200 metres away "

... fuck it I'm bored anyway "he mutters absentmindedly . Stalking over twigs and shrubbery towards the conspicuous shuffling he heard .

He moved branches away, angling himself to see the smallest peak of the  pocket clearing . The scene before him however,  made him stop dead in his tracks , breath caught and body now stiff as he gazed down at small, hunched being .

It's slim physice gentley squirming as it tried to rest on its hands . However,   only two things actually shocked Soviet about this . One , is that it was a country- judging by the red stripes wrapping over its pale blue skin - and two ... it had wings. The most Etheral wings Soviet had ever seen . One on either side of its middle back , fluttering gently as it ruffled away any autumn leaves that had stuck to them , and covering the being in a delicate wrapping of pure white feathers . The being now sat up , sitting on it legs while blinking softly and slowly looking around , its fingers - his , fingers stretching and playing with the grass beneath him . Soviet could now see his face .

Soft green eyes , with a head of curly , shoulder length white hair , slightly red lips , freckles dusting his nose ,and a body that would put aphrodite to shame.  It was then however , he noticed the man was completely and utterly , naked .

Only after letting out an embarrassed groan.  Did Soviet see the man looking directly at him . Emerald eyes locking with his own gold one's , the beings cheeks flushed and eyes curious as he reached out his hand tentativley to Soviet.  

Soviet could only take slow , thought out steps towards the man -of whom shuffled forward- before he finally layed his hand in the others , gentley cupping theirs together as he sat on his knees with the country .