Russia held the envelope, a nervous sweat overcoming him. He had expected a letter back from Europe, he just didn't think it would be from Poland.
Of all the thoughts in his head right now, he was more worried about Germany. Why wasn't he responding? Was he okay? Even if he wasn't, he needed to find some sort of help for America. He had even contacted his brother, for goodness sake!
He knew America and the little bear he had officially dubbed as 'blanc' we're waiting for him, especially America with his recent clingy behavior, but he needed bravery to open the envelope. Which he had been all out of recently, just wanting to care for America.
He sighed and ran his hand over the back of the envelope, looking around. Maybe it was important. Or it wasn't. Or it was. He needed to open it either way.
Poland was never a bad man to him, even given what he had done before his restart. He was never bad to America either, always being particularly friendly with him. Maybe he was overreacting, maybe Poland just wanted to talk.
Russia finally opened the envelope, holding his breath. Inside were just a few words, but they were quite important. "I'm on my way." - Poland.
Russia stared at the envelope. He had been so good with being civil and not getting protective or aggressive, but now he clenched his hands at his side. If Poland decided to pull anything funny he would have his head on a stick and his blood on his hands.
Russia was about to start getting his army ready, but all he could hear was Americas voice calling for him. He looked toward the door to see America peeking outside, that innocent look on his face.
He looked like he was about to say something before Blanc pushed past him and rolled out into the snow. America giggled and quickly ran out with the bear, sitting in the snow to play with him. Russia sighed and looked at his friends. His family. The love of his life and his kid.
He smiled, the warmth in his eyes returning. He slipped the envelope in his pocket. Maybe instead he could greet Poland with a cup of tea and some good Russian food. He took another look at America, sitting in the snow and watching Blanc with a cute little smile.
Yes, maybe that would be better.
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France scrubbed the stove, tears clouding her eyes. She was in the house, alone, again. Australia and New Zealand had went out to do whatever they did now that the boys were gone and Britain was out doing whatever on the one day of the month he officially had off.
She felt so forgotten these past few days, no longer having her boys to fall back on. She hadn't heard from any of them as of recent, and it was killing her. She trembled violently, trying to suppress sobs.
France had to sit down a moment, leaving the bucket of water and sponge on the floor. She finally cried for one of the first times since America had been gone, which had already been almost two months now.
She missed their silly movie marathons, their beach days, even just the nights where America or Canada would timidly sneak into her room and ask to sleep with her like children after a bad dream.
She felt incomplete without her boys home, like they had taken a part of her. And even if France was just America's step mom, it still hurt her to see the boy she watched grow up for most of his life just gone.
As she sat there, crying, Britain had gotten home with a surprise. He knew she was feeling empty and lonesome these days, so he bought her some beignets and chocolate eclairs. He had also bought some coloring books, and even though he wasn't a fan of coloring he knew France loved coloring, talking, and eating her favorite pastries.
He set the stuff up on the table and made it look presentable and neat, putting the pastries on a plate and getting the special colors he had bought for France and him to share to put on the table, when he saw the tub and sponge on the floor.
He paused, finalizing his little set up, glancing around for France. He called for her, and when she didn't respond, he walked into the living room to find France, who still hadn't heard him, crying her heart out.
Britains heart hurt for her, he could barely imagine the pain she had been through. He knew he was the one who caused most of it, and that she had every reason to hate or avoid him, but she didn't. She had loved him just the same since America left, and he felt the need to return the favor.
Britain made his steps loud so he wouldn't startle her and sat by her on the sofa, looking at her.
"France?" He said, keeping his voice gentle. She responded with a small sniffle, it seemed like she had tried to stop crying once she heard him.
"Can I touch you?" He asked, getting a small nod from France. He smiled gently and lifted her face to meet his. He held her hands in his, and sighed.
"My love, I can barely imagine what you are going through. I know you're hurting and you feel like no one cares and you have no one to cry too, but that is far from the truth." Britain stared into her eyes, the beautiful brown ones he had fallen for.
"I care for you, and I will wipe your tears and listen to you. Please talk to me. I know it's hard to do, considering my bad decisions and judgement I have made, but I'm trying to change for you and the kids. I love you, France. Your kids love you, don't forget that." He finished. France looked at him, years filling her eyes again.
"Oh, god Britain.." She laughed softly, letting him wipe her tears. Britain smiled gently.
"Come on, I have something for you." He offered her his hand, and when she took it he led her to the dining room. She gasped in awe at the pure thought of everything and smiled.
"Oh dear, this is for us? But you don't like to color?" She said, taking her seat.
"I do when it's with you." He smiled and sat down next to her. France glanced at the colors and gasped.
"Britain! These, I've been wanting these!" She said, excited. She eagerly picked them up and marveled, turning around to give Britain a kiss. Britain chuckled and blushed.
"I know, that's why I bought them. Tell me about your day." France smiled. She found a page she liked and chose one for Britain, then she started ranting about the most recent drama with her friends.
Time skip
Australia and New Zealand were walking home, looking at the sky.
"Aussie, next time, let's not try and break into a government-ran laboratory." New Zealand suggested. Australia looked at her and smirked.
"Area 51?" He teased, and New Zealand chuckled. They got home and saw France and Britain coloring, both of them sort of surprised. France was elaborately telling Britain a story, but stopped midway to greet her kids.
"Bonjour!" She said, getting up to hug them. As she asked them what their day entailed, Britain was distracted by an odd looking carriage riding up their path.
"Britain, come see your children!" France called, walking over to Britain.
"My love?" She asked, seeing him watching the window. She walked up to the window just in time to see a girl get out of the carriage.
"Japan?"
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hello!! Enjoy the sweet scenes with Britain and France, I think its important to give France some scenes :))
ALSO, Poland and Japan being introduced in the same chapter?? Whattt???
Hehe, art:
Caption: Ame after realizing he's on the verge of death and his bf would do anything for him:
SORRY IF YOU CAN'T TELL, BUT IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE AME AND RUS I AM NOT PROUD OF THIS ONE AHHHH
why is my style so inconsistent 😭
One more:
Just a doodle :))