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4/1/25
soviet Union pov
After 5 whole hours, another meeting of fake smiles and passive aggressiveness had concluded. The meeting between the United States president and my general secretary was finally over. It took forever. All the president and chairman did was exchange petty, passive-aggressive insults. That whole thing was a waste of everyone's time. However, when the meeting was over, I didn’t have to leave immediately; instead, I got to stay with the country of the United States, or just America, as I call him. Now, to most this would seem like a nightmare. That narcissistic, capitalist bastard, who would never shut up about how amazing he was. Well, surprisingly, that's not the America I know. It's all a persona. The America I know was friends with my father (bastard), but he was always quiet and cared greatly about his people. He wasn’t loud or that narcissistic. In fact, he was my tutor. America is quite smart, I’ve come to learn; he's actually quite the ‘nerd,’ you could say. It’s crazy to believe that he was my tutor so long ago. Though his government supported my brother, White, I always knew he liked me more. I would like to imagine he liked me a lot, more than a tutor should like his student. I always hoped for that. He was always so attractive to me, painfully so. So attractive to me, in fact, that I had an affair with him. He wasn’t that much older than me, and despite his appearance, he's actually quite “passive,” if you understand. Well, in general he was just always there for me when I needed it most. After all the fights with my father and everything. After the revolution started, we agreed to stop since his government wouldn’t support me. Then we didn’t see one another until World War 2, well, more so right before in 1938. It felt weird; he had changed outwardly as far as personality, but he looked the same. I almost fell for the narcissistic America act too until he spoke to me. When he did, I realized he was the same. I can't describe how he changed when he saw me. ‘Oh! Soviet, is that you?” I remember his voice. He was always different with certain people.
But right now, after that bullshit meeting and since the war just ended, I needed him more than ever. I needed his honeyed-dow voice and slender waist. I just needed to spend a night with him like the old days. He was so different in the bedroom; you’d expect him to be a pain in the ass, but no, he was the perfect ‘pillow prince,’ as I like to call it. Always embarrassed about being exposed, it was adorable. It was about 2:08pm when the meeting ended; it was still daylight outside. I probably should wait until night time to stay safe, but I can’t wait anymore. It’s been a while, and with all the stress, I need a break. I walk down the corridor to America's office. None of our government officials were here, so it's fine. I wasn’t sure how many days we were staying here, but if we stay any longer, I’ll be here every night. America’s office was marked with a nice brown door with a “DO NOT ENTER” sign. Typical of his egotistical outer shell. But, to be polite, I decided to knock anyway. 3 knocks in a half step—it was the way we recognized one another at the door. I heard him get up and start walking to the door. His footsteps sounded steady but unsure.
America cracked the door slightly, his blue-hazel eyes and semi-blonde hair peeking out. “Soviet?” He seemed a little shocked but relieved. “Здравствуй, дорогая. May I come in?” I knew he loved my Russian accent, so it was impossible for him to say no. He cracked the door open a little more and blushed. “Soviet,” he started. He could definitely tell by my tone of voice what my intentions were. “Look, I know it’s been a while, but we're here with our leaders and—” I opened the door a little more. I missed the feeling of towering over him; our height difference was about half a foot. He had his classic black tie with gold stripes and brown bomber jacket. His glasses were on, which made him look rather dorky, but he was. So irresistible. “I know that, but come on. They're never going to get along anyway, so what does it matter? Besides, I need to see you again, even if it's just for a night.” America’s cheeks turned deep red, but he grabbed my hand and led me in nonetheless. He led me to his desk as he sat down on it, moving over all his papers and pens where he was working. He looked amazing up on that desk, like a prize on a pedestal. America was like the prize I won for dealing with my government and father's BS for all these years. I let go of his hand and placed both my hands on either side of America. I leaned into his ear as he put his arms around my neck. “Ты выглядишь так красиво, ты знаешь это?” I could feel shivers going down his body; it gave me undeniable satisfaction. He took off my ushanka and leaned into my ear. “Don’t make me be too loud, okay?” I laughed. “Никаких обещаний~”