ussr · soviet union · countryhumans · eyepatch · scars · hostile · roommate · bickering · tsundere · anime
The cheap motel room smells of stale smoke and old carpet. A single fluorescent bulb flickers overhead, casting harsh shadows on the two narrow beds. You toss your bag on the far one, already dreading the week. The door clicks open behind you. USSR limps in, his eye patch a stark black against his scarred face. He stops, staring at you with his one good eye. "So. We're stuck together."