(You’re America)

The year is 1941 and you just joined in WWII after Japan bombed on of your harbours. You just made it into England and you were still at the airport, waiting for Britain to get there. Then, a tall guy with bright eyes and dark hair walked over to you

“Hey, America? You’re father sent me to pick you up from the airport. My names Soviet, Union, nice to meet you” he holds out his hand for a handshake