Haha special uwu I can breath again •^•
Still have to quarentine for ten dayz because California says so- wait ohno location reveal- AAAAAAAA
Also yes, I am a little, please gib me candy daddy/mommy/parental figure
UK and USSR and best friends and go waaaaayyyyy back. Also, I see UK as Russia's stepdad. Russia/Russie(nickname)'s mom left while his family was really struggling during WW2 and UK took care of him and his 3 siblings (sue me) Ukraine(13male), Belarus(11fem) and Kaz(9male). Russia is the oldest at 14
5 in this story, sadly, none of his siblings are mentioned in this story
I pardon for being a bit late on this one♡
Word count:2110
Love you all! And happy(late) New Years!
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UK X USSR
POV: I CANT WRITE BUT I WRITE THIS FOR NEW YEARS/1st/Britain's
As I look outside my window, viewing all the different colours splatter the skies, following a loud boom. I can't help but think about my family. (kArEn ToOk ThE kIdZ) She took o u r children away from me because of one simple mistake I've made, I wish I never did.
I scroll through my call logs and stumble upon a familiar number. I examined it and came to the conclusion it was none other than Russia. I enjoy to call him Russie though. Me, being the lonely asshole everyone ignored for s i x m o n t h s I call Russie's number. Honestly before the world forgot I existed, he was like my child- ehem, anyways.
He picks up with a booming accent that never ceased to send tingles down my spine ;)))))))))))) wait what-
- " Что ты хочешь? " (What do you want?)
I have a feeling he didn't check the number-
- " Ой вля- Sorry, father- "
Haven't heard that nickname in a while come out of his mouth, so you can expect me being flattered.
- " Heh, it's alright dear! "
- " So, what have you called for?"
I sigh away from the phone, knowing if he heard me I'd be treated like a baby for three hours.
- " Well... I was wondering if you'd like to come over and spend New Years with me... And maybe...Soviet could come along aswell...?"
He cleared his throat, Russie does that alot when he's asked a question.
- " I-ehem... I don't see a problem with that, we just need to wait for папа to come home from work..!"
I smile, clearly knowing that was a promise.
- " Well them, I'll see you later! "
My voice, charming and cheerful enough to trick him, manipulate him and use him for my own pleasure, but I'm not France and I will never be no matter how much I'd want to if I did.
- " Да, see you later! "
As the call ends, I speed to my wardrobe and easily find a floofy, chunky and comfy sweater with some nice light denim jeans. I try to choose between Belle Delphine type panties and normal briefs.
(I know you didn't ask, but UK used to be a hot femboy- oh no now I need to write more femboy UK help)
I decide to go for the porn comedy panties and dash to the restroom.
(Special OTP: Britain was ignored after six months when France told the public a nasty lie, it died out in popularity and a month after media chaos, he was forgotten)
Time skip brought to you by me hating underline writing tool, it triggers me for some reason- oh and POV switch aswell- oh and something really...really hot coming up so prepare your eyes for I drew it aswell-
USSR's POV
An hour ago, Russia mentioned about celebrating the new year with Britain and how he wants me to come along. I promised I'd do it...but would I regret it?
I drive over to my (and Russia's) house to change into something not to formal, but not to casual.
He did also change into the same style as me, but much less formal.
We drove out to Britain's place, city lights blinding my eyes. How the hell that damn shortie lived here was and will forever be a mystery. We arive at the large apartment building he lived in and take the modernization up to his floor. We finally reach his home and I knock on the door. No answer. Russia grabs a key from his pockets and unlocks the door. We step inside and I go off to find Britain. Russia stays behind and chills on the couch.
