This is set in December 26th, 1991. On a cold and cloudy day America sits on his cosy chair, writing on papers and watching the television.

Ring! Ring! America picks up the phone “Oh Soviet! It’s you!” He chuckles in surprise I mean…seriously? His current biggest rival calling him right after Christmas Day?

“Merry Christmas, America.” he says in a low husky serious voice

Gasp “No way! Is this a prank? You missed the mark by a day, but it’s in progress~” An awkward, almost unsettling silence fills the air. This is clearly no “prank”, something serious is going on “Sovi?-“ The American breaks the silence

“This is going to be the first and last time I’ll acknowledge such a holiday.” America begins mocking him but stops when he hears coughs “Is… everything alright?”

“I've spent decades trying to understand you, spying on you, challenging you. I know you have hated me, yet you have always oddly fascinated me. I know that everyone hates me and wants me gone, even my kids can’t look at me anymore. You are the one who hates me the most, correct?” Not even a second passed and America shouts “NO, YOU'RE WRONG, I know that you have on eyepatch, but how con you be SO GODDAMN BLIND!?”

Anxiety increases especially to America. What is going on? What is he going to do? “By this point. you're probably yelling that I'm wrong. and you are correct. You are not the one who hates me the most. The one who hates me the most, is myself. Empires rise, empires fall, but one of my regrets is not being able to continue challenging you by your side.”

“you win.”