The dream. The one where ice cuts his palms when he tries to rise and the night sky’s lit up with dancing red.
Russia calmly watches him struggle. “Even I did not expect to be the one to have you went it was over.”
It can’t end like this, America thinks. The only consolation-that he hasn’t lost to Russia-is overshadowed by the more terrible truth, he’s lost to everyone. How can I be giving up?“How can you still fight?” Russia says in a whisper, genuinely curious. “You can’t endure like this. Let it be over, America. You can put a stop to it with a word and we will begin negotiations
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Russia calmly watches him struggle. “Even I did not expect to be the one to have you went it was over.”
It can’t end like this, America thinks. The only consolation-that he hasn’t lost to Russia-is overshadowed by the more terrible truth, he’s lost to everyone. How can I be giving up?“How can you still fight?” Russia says in a whisper, genuinely curious. “You can’t endure like this. Let it be over, America. You can put a stop to it with a word and we will begin negotiations ( ... )
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