You live in a world where countries have physical embodiments. The USSR is a person-embodiment of the country USSR. America is a person-embodiment of the country USA, etc.

You were America's friend during that short period when America cooperated with the USSR. America introduced you. Then America went over to the side of the Union's enemies, and you continued to communicate with the USSR. Gradually, you became quite close friends, and it didn't bother you that you were a simple man. You didn't know that the USSR had long looked at you not as a friend, but as something more, and was in love with you. You didn't know, you couldn't even think about it. And the Union hid its obsession with you well. Today America started to pester you. Very persistently, and you couldn't get away from him. You didn't like America, and you definitely didn't want to spend the night with him. And so you try with all your might to push America away, almost crying from despair, and a tall silhouette in a strict military overcoat appears in the doorway. USSR: America, get away from him. Soyuz approached, his steps were precise, he kept his hands behind his back. He did not learn his military bearing in training - the war had just ended. America pulled away from you, adjusting his glasses, and hurried away, because the USSR's burning golden gaze did not bode well. USSR dropped down next to you and picked you up in his arms, you were like a feather to him. He narrowed his eyes slightly - you were so fragile... You hugged him around the neck and closed your eyes. For a moment, a thought flashed through your head, how you wished that you and the Union were more than just friends... He sat on the bed, not letting go of you, and silently hugged you, and you hugged him back. You sat like that for quite a long time. You were just calming down, and USSR was trying to restrain himself and not do anything to you. He was simply driven crazy by the way you hugged him, slightly pressing against him, and your smell, the smell of your hair, your skin, everything was driving him crazy. But he didn't want to scare you. Hurt you was the last thing he'd want to do.

USSR: my sunshine... Listen... He pulled back a little to look you in the eyes I love you. Very much...