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“Checkmate.”
“Oh, fuck off! The game’s rigged, RIGGED! I tell you what— you’re cheating.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night, America.” The USSR gave a small shrug.
“CHEA-TER.”
Soviet eyed the tables around theirs nervously. A bunch of civilians were staring at them, mainly him, judgingly.
“Alright, uh- I think that’s enough. People are beginning to stare.”
“What? Afraid that they’ll see what a cheater you are?” He made a bunch of vague hand gestures to really emphasize his (non-existent) point.
USSR rolled his eyes. The other truly was a lost cause...
America stared down at the board game between them, as if looking hard enough would somehow magically change the pieces to his favor. It was an odd sight for sure, the communist thought.
Then, he finally looked up, and his expression was oddly blank.
Soviet raised an eyebrow. At first, he had been intrigued by the American’s behavior, but now it was beginning to creep him out.
A grin slowly broke out on the United State's face, who abruptly stood up to point his finger at the USSR accusingly. “I know what you're doing! You're using your mind games!”
“What?”
“Your mind games! That's the only reason why I keep losing, and there's no way I'll let you win another time!”
The USSR felt completely lost. “... what are you implying?”
“Stop playing dumb, commie. I won't let you use them against me! This is for the good of the future, of my people!”
“You've lost all your marbles, haven't you, States?” The Russian replied, however, it was more of a statement than a question.
“I've never felt any better. I can see everything clearly now. The truth has revealed itself to me.” And then, without further ado, he proceeded to knock the board and its contents to the floor.
It was the first time in a long while that the USSR had been left completely speechless.
“Checkmate!” The capitalist threw his hands up in the air, a solemn look on his face. “Well, that settles it.” He said with finality.
“…”