TRUMANXSTALIN

Introduction

It was a quiet night on March 1947, too quiet. Truman was out walking the night streets, enjoying the cool Winter air. Stalin was twirling his moustache, somewhere on the mean streets of DC. No one was expecting what would happen later... Truman heard a thump – unusual for the American-dream, manifest destiny, apple pie, lana del rey, safe (+guns) streets he was used to. He started running because he was scared. He tripped! His petite, 4'8 body hit the ground. He broke every bone in his body. Stalin heard his frail, high-pitched scream and sprinted to his rescue. On arriving at the scene, Stalin realised who it was...

"Oh.. you! Dirty scum." He trod aggressively on Truman's already broken leg. Truman yelped in pain like a small puppy.

"P-p-p-PLEASE! NO!" Out of anguish, Truman broke out "TH-TH-THIS IS MY FIGHT SONG!!!"

"Haha little one, look at you down there. Desperate, tiny. This is where you belong."

"Oh-o-Okay d-d-d-daddyyyyyy", squealed Truman.

"Good, you know your place 😉. My dirty little cum slut."

Stalin was the mafia boss of this town. He moved here after winning WW2; he preferred the quiet life... where he couldn't be seen or heard. Previously, Truman had been sold into Stalin's possession but he escaped, rescued by the CIA after they completed their mission blocking the communists in Italy. Obviously, there was some unresolved tension.

"You're going to come home with me, you dirty little mouse. No escaping this time. What do you think that thump was? Your body guards are dead and now I will sell you to the highest bidder."

"Pleaseee daddy Stalin! I swear I'll be good! Just give me one more chance... I'll do anything... Anything."

"Those provocative words worked once baby girl, but not anymore. I now have Eastern Europe AND you in my possession. And I will destroy you both!"

THE NEXT DAY

Truman cried all night. His cheeks were red and puffy, his hair was a mess.

"It's time for your bidding", said a random guard. Truman threw his hair into a messy bun – he at least wanted to look presentable for the audience. He trudged his tiny, petite, pea-size body into the presenting chamber. There were four glass screens in front of him. Inside one of them he recognised a face, but his eyes were too tearful for him to confirm.

"Let the bidding commence at... £1". Truman was disgusted. How could he be so worthless? He had single-handedly donated trillions to Europe through the Marshall Plan, and now he was worth £1? NO!

"I AM WORTH MORE THAN A MEAGRE £1!!!!" He cried.

"I agree." Said a low-pitched voice from one of the booths. Truman couldn't quite make it out, but it sounded familiar. British? "I bid £1,000,000,000,000", the voice continued. Truman was marched into the booth and thrown to the floor in front of the man.

Oh. My. God. Truman peered up at the man. He was tall, with wavy brown hair and a thick Manchunian accent. Harry Styles peered back. Truman was taken into a room with Harry and... the rest.

Author's note: Hey guys! Let me know what you think of this episode of 'Cold War: an epic love story'. I'm so glad I FINALLY incorporated Harry Styles into the story – its been a long time coming. Sorry this took so long to post, I was recently diagnosed with stage 4 pussy cancer so posts might be a bit irregular. Also my mum died and dad disowned me. I'm now homeless, but at least I'm one step closer to being adopted by Harry! Anyways, have the best day guys. xx