USSR wasn't really known for his painting skills since he didn't tell anyone. Soviet Union was sitting in his living room his different color paints on the stand next to him while he was looking at his canvas thinking of what to paint sitting on a stool his paint brush in his hand. His brownish marron hair in a small pony tail since his hair wasn't that long but it was still long enough to get in his way while painting so he had put it up.

"What to paint..." He says as he ponders

USSR one blue eye and one gold colored eye looked at the canvas lost in his thought as he thinks of what to do. His children all where older and he was now on his own without much responsibilities since he lost control of the Soviet Union that collapsed leaving him to much free time.