「.*☆SOVBRIT ONESHOTS☆*.」

【hate me hate you🌷🥀】

....hey bby's         did u miss me ?

SRRY GNG I WAS ON AO3 AND GOT INTO ANOTHER SHIP BUT I CANE BACK TO WRITE ANGST FOR THE OG GAYS♡♡.

Anywayyyyy ... ye

————No one's pov:

Britain sat on the bathroom floor  , his eyes puffy and red , burning as globs of tears singed his plump blue skin . His breathing is heavy and he can feel his heart in his ears , the pain is gone now . The blood cascading from his arms and thighs let's free his sour thoughts and he can feel warmth envelope him , the same common numbness accompanying the sickening mixture of swirling viscera with water as he turns the shower head on with weak ,trembling hands . He doesn't know why he does this , or at least he can't remember why at this moment , all he knows it that he's happy as of now .

And so , he spends the following 10 or so minutes cleaning up the marble tiles and gold accented shower of his blood , watching his sorrows drain away bit by bit . He wipes his arms down , ignoring the stings , feeling and seeing  the thin  tissue peeling back with each swipe or the cold rag . He finally reaches up the top of the cabinet , pulling down a half used roll of thick bandages , wrapping both forearms and thighs once , before slipping his satin night clothes and rinsing his face with icy water , letting it soak into his skin , and patting it quickly with a handtowel . His face still stings,  and his throat hurts , but alas , he leaves the bathroom with haste .

Walking down the hallways to his bed room , he makes a right , opening the door to his husband , lying on their bed on his stomach . One arm spread , reaching for Britain's side as he grumbles lowly , a disgruntled expressiom and clenched hand . Uk can only shuffle onto the bed , letting the duvet cover him gentley before delicately taking hold of the lovers hand , of whom let's out a satisfied sigh and a very obvious change of mood , earning  a small giggle . Uk then continued to lift the arm , sliding under it and resting it back over his upper torso , turning over to face his husband once more .

Soviet gently grips his kingdom,  pulling him closer with one large dominating hand , leaning into him as he shifts in his sleep to fully cuddle with his love . Pressing soft kiss to the crook of UK's neck , reaching his other arm to hold his waist and taking a deep whiff while buried into his chest .

Britain can still feel the sting of the fresh cuts rubbing against the bandages , Soviet could feel the course essentially of the the fabric grazing his as uk stroked hum head lovingly . It was a conversation for tomorrow . For now,  uk could sniffle quietly , his dread outshone by his inevitable tiredness . Their breathing synchronised,  with ussr's hold tightening every so often .

They drifted away holding each other , the bands around their fingers pulling them ever closer one again .

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guys I'm so sorry I've rlly been LACKING and it's been a fee months . But I'm not giving the book up and if I ever do I'll tell you . I may write sometime next month or later this one , imma try picking this shi back up 😭🙏🙏

BYE MY LIL COMMMIEESSS💗💗💗💗🗣🔥🔥💦💦