(You’re America, it’s WWII.)

You’re a General in the American Army, you’ve been deployed to Northern France, along with you is you’re father, Britain, his “friend?”, France, obviously. And Soviet. It’s the middle of winter at this point and you’re shivering in one of the tent’s, France and Britain are talking at the other side of the tent and Soviet is sitting beside you, reading. He feels you shiver and glances up, he raises an eyebrow.

”Are you cold, партнер?”