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As the contract fluttered down to the long stalks of grass, USSR held his hands out to Third Reich. His eyes stained with sorrow as he screamed. Tears streamed down his cheeks, as Third Reich gave a wide, toothy grin towards his old alley. "You really are naive, aren't you? An emotionally, too trust-worthy, clingy, letdown!" He laughed into USSR'S face. The other country growled in rebuke and turned on his heel, marching away.

Current Time

It had been days- no weeks, since USSR had left his house. His son and two daughters worried dearly for him, as he did not seem like his old self. Every night he seemed to cry himself asleep. Ukraine hugged her father, as he put his thick, fluffy jacket on. "Russia, I'm putting you in charge of your sisters tonight. I am going to see if I can find anything in town to make me happy. But don't worry, I'll return," He stated, giving his daughter a kiss on the forehead.

USSR walked out of the house, closing the front door and began strolling into a forest. Going past many neighborhoods, before standing in front a large house. He gave a shaky exhale, as the country knocked on the front door. Nobody answered for a bleak moment. That was until the UK opened said door. "You've finally come, I didn't think you would. But now I don't have to worry," He spoke, in a very posh manner, yet smiling at the same time.

A few tears slid down USSR's face, as he cleared his throat and entered the house. It indeed was quite relaxing and comforting, seeing as how wealthy the UK is. "Why am I such a screw up?" He asked, sitting on the black leather couch and continuing to cry. UK sat down beside him and rubbed circles on his back, trying to be comforting. USSR hugged onto UK, not letting go, showing his true emotions and pains. "Why did I trust him?" He questioned.

"Sometimes we can't always answer certain questions, to our own problems. I've been let down several times by France, but even right now I can't figure out why she does it. Though there is not a right answer for you, my friend. You just have to let this situation go," UK replied, in an attempt to soothe him.

~Timeskip~

It had been a month since the last time USSR had fought with his rival, some would even go farther and say his ex. Those words ticked him off, until he was ready to snap his neck. He didn't though. In more recent news to him, the male learned that Third Reich was dead from suicide. It made him angry, yet pleased. Almost there was no guilt, shame or grief for him. No, what was he thinking? All of those feelings would hit him hard and soon enough. He was correct, as he locked himself in his room away from his children. Who all pondered on where daddy was. That wasn't the only reason, ever since he had visited UK that one time, he had been going every so often.

He wanted to hide his newly formed feelings that developed for the other country. It scared him at how quickly they came. Jumping a little, he peered at the door. "Отец, впусти меня, пожалуйста," (Father, let me in, please) Russia begged, knocking at the door. His son sounded like he was mad. Or was it upset? But nevertheless, USSR got up and opened the door. "What is it мой сын (my son)?" He asked.

"You've been anxious a lot lately and I've been wondering, is it because of UK?"

"W-Why would you assume that son?"

"I just thought you guys weren't staying friends anymore. But!"

"But, what?"

"I can come with you and you can visit him. I'll be playing with America and Canada. Please dad, I promise I won't be a pain!"

"Well, we're going to have to bring your sisters then, if we go, so they won't be stuck at the house by themselves,"

"I'm fine with that dad,"

"Then let's go,"

~Time skip to being at UK's home~

USSR sighed, waiting for a response. He had just knocked at the door only a couple of moments ago. Belarus was in his arms, while Russia and Ukraine were at his sides. Then he heard a child screaming and slowly backed away. UK opened the front door to see that his good friend was there. "Don't be alarmed by the screaming," He spoke, calmly. "Canada scattered legos all over America's bedroom and he stepped on one. But now as you can see, they are chasing each other with scissors. Kid scissors,"

The other country just chuckled and entered the house, gently closing the door behind him. He sat Belarus down and let his children run upstairs. Both countries entered the kitchen and USSR picked up the pan from the counter. "So uh, how have you been?" He asked.

UK walked over to him and placed an arm around his shoulders. "Look I've been meaning to tell you this. But-" His sentence was interrupted as they both heard America moan. It went on for a couple of minutes, before he stopped and giggled. They were both confused and blushing, before UK coughed and continued going on. "Ever since our recent visits, I've been gaining feelings for you. Though I don't know if you have the same feelings towards me. S-so uh, look this was a bad idea to do this,"

He turned around and began walking to the living room. USSR frowned, following UK into the living room as well. "What you did in there was something I would have never been able to do. You confessed to someone you have feelings for, so in return, I'd like to confess my feelings back to you, like this," He spoke out, grasping UK into a hug. The other male hugged him back, kissing his cheek.

"Well, do you want to hang out at my house next week?"

"I'd be delighted,"

Just as they were about to kiss again, Russia and America ran downstairs. "Dad!" America cried out. "Russia won't stop throwing legos at me!"

Russia was clearly smirking at what he had done, unaware at the moment by his father being happier than normal. The other child growled at him, clearly angry. "Come on son, round up your sisters we're going home," USSR stated, annoyed by his son's reckless behavior.

Baffled by his father's commands, he stormed upstairs and got his sisters; Russia stomped pasted the two of them. "Alright then, I'll see you next week," UK said, waving his hand goodbye. All 4 of them left the house, USSR still having a gleam of happiness on him. "Dad how come your happier than usual?" Russia asked.

"I'll explain it to you once we get back to the house," He muttered, picking up Belarus up and walking back to the house. A small smile still on his lips

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