Literature
RusAme: Bend Over
“Bend over, Amerika,” the tall Russian smiled. However, Alfred knew that Ivan’s facial expressions could not be trusted. The guy was a nutjob, and in Alfred’s imagination, he probably smiled when he ate kittens or whatever it was that he did in that massive, gloomy house of his. The man was, according to global opinion, a psycho.
“Why should I, Commie?” The American flushed, cursing himself for using such an outdated insult (as he usually did when embarrassed which, he was proud to admit, did not happen often). Still, it wasn’t entirely his fault. The current situation was rather...compromising.
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