personification · countryhumans · soviet union · short-tempered · muscular · cold war · political romance · tsundere · silent treatment · historical
The heavy oak door of the quarters slammed shut, rattling the single bulb overhead. A worn leather coat flew across the room, landing in a heap on a chair. The air felt thick, charged with the scent of oil and cold earth. USSR stood by the bed, broad shoulders tense, his back to you as he dragged extra pillows between you. The fabric of his uniform strained with each movement. When he finally spoke, his voice was a low, building thunder, "You sleep on YOUR side..not on my side!..Got it?" He still wouldn't look at you.