Night One

- - - - -

Slow hours passed in the day, a second ticking by and a small flake of skin floating away from Soviets body. He sighed, he had a Masquerade planned tonight and he couldn't even wear a mask? His face was almost gone at this point.

He knew on the tenth night of his own ball he'd die, the last of his body fading quicker then the first. He knew to well, I mean his own father asked him to do the honors of killing him because he knew being murdered by your own son is more prideful then fading. Every country knew that as a fact since the day they learned the to speak.

Yet Soviet couldn't find it in himself to take his own life or asking for another to take it, Ironic isnt it? The man who killed millions can't kill one more? A last kill to add to his list? He sighed. So instead he decided to let everyone know, in the form of a party. So he'd let them all know, maybe on the last days he's on this planet he can change how people saw him, A man, a friend or a murderer. He didn't care by the end of this, he just wanted to have fun for his last few days.

He rushed around his house, the one his father used to own and after his death his first son. Getting everything ready for when the country's arrive. He wanted everything to be perfect by the time everyone got here. He really should of prepared ahead of time, his mistake. Plus the house was already extravagant enough maybe they wouldn't notice how unprepared he came.

Soon enough the slow hours went faster, each time he looked at a clock it felt like an hour had come closer despite it feeling like less then a singular minute. The communist ran around, rushing to get everything done and fixed. All his children asking what he was doing, all fucking fifteen of them. Well beside his eldest, but that hardly mattered.

Always giving a nice generic response of  'Adult things, don't worry about it." Or 'Getting ready.' Smiling at them before continuing to run around getting ready. He was definitely worried about making sure everything was perfect, even if it meant overworking his fading body and hurting himself involuntarily. He wouldn't work after this, he'd relax and drink with mysterious friends, he'd just have a good time tonight and no one would stop him from it.

Once he finished, there was only twenty minutes until guests would begin to arrive. He yawned, tired and injured. His body ached with stress and work. Sore from running around his Manor, his knees ached from moving furniture and running. His hands bruised and burned from quick cooking. Everything felt painful and he was barely in a outfit ready for a Masquerade! What was he thinking!

Soviet rushed himself up the stairs, his cheeks flushed in self anger. Quickly running up to change to a formal suit. Pained at each step but went on anyways, everything at his death party should be perfect, shouldn't it?.

Finally, he groaned, getting his outfit on completely. Sighing while looking at himself, it wasn't his best suit to be honest, but it was the only one that. So the he just sat himself down at tried to fall asleep to pass the time. Assuming he'd wake up once the first guest came.

So he blinked his eyes shut, and fell asleep.

- - - - -

A few hours had passed since the Soviet fell asleep. By now every guest had arrived and the masked faces kept everyone hidden, the flags hidden besides a small gap for a mouth. A color as a hint and a accent as a fact. The Soviet chuckled slightly, smiling at all the masked faces. Putting a hand on his cheek as he felt no mask on his own face. Of course he did say when people asked. Everyone understanding except one arse of s person who just grunted and made a rude gesture, obviously that masked male was a certain American. 

Of course he soon left after, only coming for food And drinks and spreading his propaganda. Nothing out of the ordinary in this stupid behavior. It was an American in a communist household.

The communist sighed slightly, going up to the front of the room, in front of all the talking countries, smiling over them. Coughing slightly to catch there attention. Wanting to make a slight announcement to start the beginning of it off with a nice statement. Mostly just information about the ball. Yet who knows? Maybe it would be slightly fun to say something.

The masks all simultaneously turned to face the breaking man. The Soviet flinched at all the sudden stares before smiling softly. Keeping himself calm at all times during this painstakingly axienty raising process. Quickly figuring out something to say to all of the stares right at him.

"Greetings Comrades. I know most of you probably just came to say your final goodbyes and learn who will be taking my land." Soviet said, smirking as he saw a few people look down in shame "But none of that for tonight'! Let this be a good time these next few nights! For us all my comrades!" He finished slightly, smiling down at the people.

He chuckled slightly "Enjoy the nights we shall spend together, masked or not." Soviet said, gesturing slightly at his breaking face. Hearing a slight chuckle from the back. Glaring at the masked American who apparently hadn't left yet. Before shaking his head slightly, walking away from the front of the room with a smile on his face.

The communist began to chat with his fellow countries, calling everyone some silly thing due to not knowing who they are. He couldn't see there flags do he didn't know there identity, but an accent always gave a hint. Usually able to figure out who is possibly who. Everyone wanted to ask the Russian a question or give him a compliment. They all knew in a few days he'd be dead, so mite as well give him an impression that they were a good person? Wouldn't they?

Yet soon the communist found it boring. Each person asking him the same thing and responding the same, always. Nothing changed. There would be the occasional off question or apology for past treatment but nothing to write home about in those small exchanges.

So soon the communist backed himself away from the others, keeping his hands hidden straight behind his back as he stood still. A mischievous smile locked onto the corner of his lips as he watched over the crowd.

Suddenly the music changed from simple and quiet, To a classical waltz. Look the author doesn't know any songs, give her some slack. Quickly every masked face panicked, unsure what to do. Nobody knew the person next to them, so who would they dance with if they danced at all anyways? The communist just stood in front, chuckling slightly at all the confused faces as he watched them all. Well not confused faces, but you know what he meant.

Soviet chuckled "Well is anyone going to dance?" He asked "It doesn't matter who you dance with comrades! Just have fun my friends!" Soviet finished before taking the hand of a nearby maiden and pulling her into a dance.

Then soon every male found a female and female a male to dance with.

Except for two men, who ended up with each other. It felt odd they were the only two without a female partner and neither really knew what to say about it either. Both just wanted the song to end so this embarrassment could be over. Yet there was nothing they could do about it.

The shorter male decided to perk up conversation "Well if we're going to be stuck like this, might as well talk eh Lad?" The smaller one said, hiding his accent the best he could. The taller nodded looking at him "Alrighty than chap." The conversation continued from there with common questions and shitty jokes.

Then the taller tilted his head "What's with the feminine mask?" He asked, looking at the smaller who wore one if a female, a grey mask with a purple flower. Alongside a cheap surgical mask to hide the rest of his face.

"Ah well if ya didn't notice I'm small. So none fit.." The shorter admitted, a small flush visible on his cheeks. The taller just nodded.

Then only moments later the song ended, yet the two stayed in each other's grip for a moment, unsure what to do. Before a minute past they did let go of the other, both keeping a small hidden smile on there face. Not that the other would notice.

Yet the two continued to talk through out the night, they both just seemed to like the others presence. Who knows why it just felt right to the two masked men.

Yet soon the first night ended, both promised they see the other tomorrow. They both knew they would anyways.

------

Sorry it got lazy towards the end I just wanted to get the first chap. Out.

Taller=Britain

Shorter=Ireland

Just so y'all know

KK I'm done bye-