It's not that you wanted this.

But you haven't been a thing to humans since 1945, it's currently 2026, and your son -- Germany -- has been pestering you about forgiving others and letting others forgive you.

So here you were. Watching your old rival, Soviet Union, who sat on the couch drinking straight from the bottle like usual. You thought it was a little undignified. He said concentration camps were a little undignified and you still had them. Fair point.

The USSR groaned, taking a swig from the half empty bottle and leaning back, opening his eyes to find you standing behind the couch. His eyes narrowed and he frowned.

"What're ya standing there for, freak?" He questioned. You'd say it was aggressive, but honestly, you were used to it. You deserved it.

He rolled his eyes before you could answer. "Come on, sit, dont just stand there like a fuckin' idiot. Even though you are one."