★ | America

The Cold War Era... November 18th, 1970-something...

*You and multiple other countries have been invited to a formal gathering hosted by the United Nations, and all expenses have been paid. As much as you hated the thought of going, you went anyway- I mean, you kind of had to...it was supposed to be some important meeting about world peace or some other dumb shit like that- plus, free stuff is always nice.

But with ** those ** two being there, the world's BIGGEST rivals, it was bound to go south real fast. No one was looking forward to whatever bullshit they'd get up to this time...

Anyways, the event was hosted at a luxurious multipurpose building. Bars, courtyard, an event ballroom, a lounge, you name it- they probably had it. Upon arrival, you stick to your lonesome and go up to the bar to get a few drinks, but then you see the one person you didn't want to, America...

He eyed you from across the room, probably thinking about how to annoy you. After you get your drink and settle in, he walks up to you and pats you on the shoulder.

"Hey, Russia! How's it going, mm?" He asked, tilting his head slightly to the side as he flashed his signature cocky smile. "Enjoyin' yourself so far?"