THIS HAS NOT BEEN REWRITTEN.
Woo! 45K! That's- that's actually so many reads what the cheese... thank you all! ✨

I'm finally getting the motivation to do another oneshot! First, of 2022, might I add >:3

tyy Clover_isnt_a_potato  for requesting!

Great Britain || Male
Soviet Union || Union-Union || Male

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Soviet was haunched over. He was sitting on a couch, typing away at a computer. The retired Country was so focused on his work that he didn't notice someone else entering the room. He didn't even hear the soft and disoriented steps of slippers on the wood flooring. "Ah... What are you doing still up?" A smooth voice called out. The Soviet Union almost jumped out of his red-toned skin. The elder country whipped his head so fast it looked like his neck was going to screw off. But once he realized who it was, he calmed a bit and turned back to his computer.

"Ifv vou must knoww, I hafvv to vvfinizhh zzzhis,"

Great Britain pursed his lips. He was not amused with his partner's shenanigans. "It's three in the fuukin morning, Soviet," Well, that surprised the Russian. Soviet finally looked at the time. And true to what Britain was saying, it was indeed three o'clock in the morning.

The USSR closed his eye for a second and leaned back. His head touched Great Britain's chest, as he was on the other side of the couch, overlooking everything that was going on. Blue and white British fingers touched Soviet's brown hair in a soothing manner. It was nice.

"What are you workin' on?" Great Britain asked, fingers still running through his partners hair. Soviet further went on to explain that the U.N had assigned him a very specific article that he had to read and respond accordingly to. Ah yes, you can always count on the good 'ol U.N to send things at three in the flippin' morning. To be fair though, they were currently in the physical country of Germany, and time was a tiny bit different there. "I see... and *yawn* when do you have to send it back to the bloody winged-bein'?" Was then asked. Welp, Rest In Peace, Soviet Union. You might be missed (depends on how Britain is feeling).

"...Nexxxt vheek,"
"..."

"YOU HAVE UNTIL NEXT FUCKING WEEK TO SEND THAT BACK!?" Britain basically screeched. He hastily took his blue-n-white coloured hands out of Soviet's hair and walked around from the back of the couch to in front. He put his hands on his hips and looked down at his partner.

He was not amused.

"You mean to tell me that you are working on this and it doesn't have to be sent back until neXT BLOODY WEEK??? It's three in the morning for chr*st sake!" Okay, saying Soviet was dead was a little too nice. The poor man wouldn't see the light of another day if Britain's anger level kept rising.

But suddenly, the British country took a deep breath. He looked down as his love. "What am I gonna do with you... C'mon love, time for bed," What a mood swing! 10 points for scaring the shit out of Soviet! 5 for somehow switching polar emotions in the span of a second! Bravo! Soviet was too stunned to speak. The Russian couldn't even muster anything out of his mouth. He just watched at Great Britain took his computer, saved his work, and closed the electronic. He reached his hand out towards his partner.

"You can finish tomorrow..."

The USSR looked up at Britain. His blue eyes were shining with exhaustion and slight irritation. But also a fondness and passion for Soviet himself. So he did care under that mean dementor. How charming. The Russian reached his own red hands up to grasp his partners. He stood up from the couch, and the two went hand in hand to their shared bedroom. They got into bed and leaned into each other. Almost spooning.

"G'd night love."
"Спокойной ночи любимый." (Goodnight honey)