TW : Slight USSR x Britain? Not really, it just depends how you view it, if you view it as a romantic relationship or just good friends either way is fine.

There's also mentions of third Reich. Don't worry there's not that much.

Whether I intended it to be romantic or not doesn't matter because I wanted you readers to be the one to decide that

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The two males, guard and prince sat on Russia's bed, the American's head rested on the other shoulder as they talked.

"I'm thinking of telling my parents tomorrow what do you think?" America fidgeted around with Russia's sword's scabbard.

"Sure," was all he replied.

The Russian's gaze shifted to his desk, "and if they don't accept?"

The prince replied with no hesitation, "well we can always just elope, no?"

Russia gave a face that implied he disagreed but yet also agreed, basically he had no opinion.

"I'm joking! Anyways-" America sprung out of his seat, walking over to the Russian's desk. There he saw at the corner of the desk, a torn photograph of a younger version his father and someone else next to his father. But their head was torn off.

"Hm? Do you mind if I bring this back with me?" He snatched the photograph and showed it to Russia.

"..sure,"

America glanced at his guard's pocket watch, "woah look at the time I have to get back," the prince was halfway out the doorway before he turned around. He pecked his boyfriend's cheek, "good night." Then rushing out of the room all flustered.

The next day America made his way to his father's chambers. He knocked on the door three times before a voice spoke, "enter."

"Oh America what brings your here?" Britain raised an eyebrow as he sat on his seat drinking tea.

America stood up straight and swallowed the lump in his throat, "Dad I have something to tell you."

"Okay, speak."

"I'm not interested in girls."

Britain didn't say anything and took a sip of his tea, "that's fine, I suspected it for awhile anyway."

America's eyes sparkled, "so it's okay?"

"Yeah sure, why wouldn't it be? I mean I don't mind."

Suddenly a dark expression grew on the American's face, "well... how about if the person I like isn't a royal..?"

"Well who is it specifically," Britain raised his eyebrow again a curious expression grew on his face. "Uhm, Russia."

Britain choked on his tea but quickly regained his composure, The prince assumed it wasn't okay judging by his dad's reaction. But all Britain did was put down his tea cup on the desk next to him.

"Can I tell you a story?"

"Okay?" America was quite confused why he would suddenly want to tell a story to him.

"There was once a King and a Prince, the king took care of his prince well, the prince didn't want to be the next in line for the throne and didn't want to attend lessons so he often skipped,"

'Oh is he telling a story about me..?' America thought to himself since the story did seem quite similar to how he acts now.

"The King realized his Prince didn't want to attend lessons so he let the prince do whatever he wanted."

This sentence made America raise an eyebrow, 'so this isn't about me?' He internally questioned.

"But something happened, the King arranged a marriage between the Prince and a princess from another kingdom, those two kingdoms were the two largest kingdoms at the time so the marriage would be profitable for both sides."

"But the prince was especially against marriage, he didn't want to get married at all, so he blatantly refused the arrangement in the other kingdom's face during an event."

"This spiked a dispute between the two kingdoms, although they both haven't made a move they were very obviously up each other's throats because of this. The king was worried for the safety of his heir so he hired a guard to protect the prince."

"This encounter... changed everything, the guard he hired was a tall male, very skilled with good physique. Although he always wore an odd hat on his head, he liked to tease the prince and joked with him a lot. After chatting with the guard for awhile the prince got closer to this guard, they had fun together, they became... best friends."

"But one day there was an assassination plot that targeted the prince and unfortunately the guard took the blow for the prince,"

"The prince... was devastated, he became strict on himself, he tightly packed his schedule so he didn't have any time to even think about his guard's death. He blamed himself for not being good enough to protect his closest friend, that's also why he forced himself to take lessons nonstop. One day he met a woman who talked to him and helped him while in a tight spot, eventually they got married and the opposing kingdom eventually lost against the prince's kingdom."

"What do you think?" This question was directed at America, "this... is this your past?"

"Yes quite so, and I'm sure you know who that guard is don't you?"

America nodded slowly, "One of his last words to me was to let his son do the same thing he did and serve the same kingdom as he did, so of course I obliged."

"I hoped in the future you two would be just as good of friends as we were, so to answer your previous question, I don't mind you having a relationship with Russia."

America smiled at him, Britain smiled back and picked up his tea cup again. "I apologize for being so hard on you, I was afraid what happened to me would happen to you, I guess... times are different."

"I understand, I just wished you told me this before I complained about you behind your back," they both chuckled. America then remembered something and fished a photograph out of his pocket. Britain's eyes widened slightly, "it belongs to you." America handed it over.

"I'll excuse myself then, thank you for accepting me."

"I have always supported you, live your best life with no regrets."

Inside the chamber sat one king drinking tea, his face was solemn despite having a smiling.

...

A young handsome prince strolled through the palace garden, admiring the scenery. He went out for fresh air after the streams and streams of letters from the other kingdoms regarding the arranged marriage.

They cursed him for not accepting, he didn't care one bit but regardless it was still his responsibility.

Suddenly a man appeared in front of him startling the living day lights out of him. He jumped back in instinct only to trip and fall on the pathway floor.

"Pfft-, you always get so startled when I appear in front of you suddenly," the guard chuckled jokingly. "Shut it." Britain said a little pissed, he got up and dusted his lap.

"How did meeting his majesty Third Reich go?"

"Hmm, well,"

He proceeded to explain what happened,

Soviet appeared suddenly at his palace, Third was determined in throwing him out. The kingdom of Britannia was on the opposite side of Third's kingdom because his kingdom had an alliance with the kingdom opposing Britannia.

"Why are you here anyway? If my people find out you're here they'll start a war with Britannia, you know we're on opposite sides!" Third spoke in an angry German accent.

"I need a favor."

"Depends what it is, speak."

"Please take care of my son, Russia,"

Third was surprised, "Nein! Absolutely not! Just hand him over to the king of Britannia I'm sure he'll generously take care of Russia!"

"You don't understand, they want me and my prince's heads, I'm quite famous, they know about my son because he's showing signs of being as talented if not even more than I am in the future. I'm sure they'll come for his head as well. Luckily they don't know about my two daughters so I'm keeping them save in Britannia, they're still young so they shouldn't have any memories of this." Soviet spoke in a nonchalant tone, even when Reich grabbed his collar in a fit of rage, Soviets expression was unchanging.

Reich calmed down and let him go, glancing at the young boy sitting beneath the tree a small distance away, he held a wooden sword, hacking at the tree's trunk. He was clearly skilled even at a young age, that's the result of having the genes and personal coaching of a master swordsman.

"I have a son too, I'm against this."

"Please."

In the end he reluctantly caved in, he took Russia in, promising to keep him hidden away for the right amount of time. All that Soviet left his son with was his hat.

Soviet thanked him, "just please don't die," Reich said with a sigh. "I promise I won't." Soviet said with a smile.

Back to the present, the young Britain listened to the story attentively. "Hmm so then it's a success, I understand your worry for your son, but why would Reich cave in? He has an alliance to maintain, its extremely risky.."

"I'm just grateful he did,"

A year later, in the same spot they usually chatted. Blood spilled everywhere, Soviet started to fade away, bits and pieces of him drifted off like dust.

"No no no please don't die, you promised me and Reich you wouldn't die, especially me, you're my closest friend don't leave me behind like this!" Britain kneeled next to him with tears streaming down his face.

"Every banquet in the world comes to an end, I mean I knew this was coming honestly, I'm just glad I got to spend my last years as your guard," Soviet said with a calm tone even in this situation.

Next to them was the dead body of the assassin who attempted to kill the prince. After Soviet took the blow for him, Britain killed him out of rage.

"You didn't have to save me! You should've just let me die!"

"Whether or not to save you was my choice and my duty,"

"...can I at least ask for a favor? well just consider it my dying wish."

"You're not dying! I already called for help-" tears still streamed down his face under the moonlight.

"Please let my son serve this kingdom as what I did, I asked him before leaving him behind whether he wanted to ever serve your heir and he cheerfully replied that it was his wish to do what I did and that he'd also protect what he was assigned to protect with his life. I hope he'll have just as good of a friendship or maybe even more with your heir just as we have."

"F-fine I'll accept but you're not dying!"

"To die for you is the greatest honor of all."

...

Britain smiled sadly, and picked up the photograph, he got up and walked to his desk. He opened a drawer and rummaged around for a while, taking out a small torn out paper.

He placed the two pieces of paper together and they fitted right into each other like pieces of a puzzle.

"I hope you're proud of our sons, now your wish is fulfilled, rest well, Soviet."

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Now you know why he's an asshole to America sometimes

Notes : 1 spell check