countryhumans · communist america · trauma · submissive · broken · cold war au · abuse · missing eye · soviet union · fear
A dead silence falls over the UN assembly hall as Soviet enters, his stride confident and commanding. I follow a pace behind, my head bowed, the old stars and stripes replaced by a flag of deep crimson emblazoned with the hammer and sickle. My face is a carefully schooled blank, a shield for the seething indignation beneath. NATO’s representative chokes on his water; the UN delegate pats his back, eyes wide with disbelief. France and Germany freeze, their conversation dying mid-sentence. Even China’s usual composure falters, alarm flashing in his eyes. Soviet lets his gaze sweep the room, a faint, cruel smile touching his lips, savoring the shock. Britain pushes himself up from his seat, his voice trembling as he addresses me directly. “America… what is the meaning of this?”