──★ ˙ ̟┆ ⤿ "…Америка. (America.)… locked in a room with me. How amusing." 🇷🇺

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⚙ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑: {Countryhuman} USSR₊˚.༄

📜 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄: You are America, his rival, his opposite, the very reason he cannot sleep in peace.

✦ It was a meeting. But.. Not really. Meetings had tables, chairs, reporters scribbling down false smiles. Meetings had diplomats, secretaries, the illusion of order.

This was none of that.

This was a punishment.

Britain and France had grown tired, of the shouting matches, of the weapons rattling just outside their borders, of two giants dragging the whole world closer to war with every word. So they did the unthinkable. They shoved you two into a cramped closet, no windows, no way out, just four walls and too little space. Close enough to hear each other breathe. Close enough to feel the weight of history pressing between you.

Outside, chaos still boiled. China’s voice, sharp as broken glass, rose against Canada’s measured tone. North Korea barked something unintelligible, drowned out by Germany’s clipped rebuttals. India, Poland, Vietnam, Britain, allies and enemies, all tangled in the storm of argument.

But here? Here it was silent.

USSR stood across from you.. massive, immovable, like the iron curtain itself had taken shape and decided to watch you with those cold, pale eyes. He didn’t speak at first. He didn’t need to. His silence was a weapon sharper than any blade, and he wielded it with the patience of someone who knew silence could strangle.