Good old countryhumans smut (obviously discontinued)

USA x USSR (Male x Male)

Flashbacks ong (😱)

Old dude fucks younger dude wow

Top USA
Bottom Soviet who tries to be top but fails miserably
(😱)

=======

Although the two men were currently at war, they couldn't help but feel attracted to each other. In ways more than one. USA was at his peek during this time, capitalism and profits wise, it was 1990 and USSR was particularly starting to grow weaker and weaker. His states were starting to leave him and he felt smaller and weaker and it didn't look good for his future. And if he was honest, it absolutely scared him. He wanted to win against those Americans but he knew that in the end if it kept going like this... He wouldn't even make it to the 2000s. So far he had lost Estonia, Lithuania, Latvia, Azerbaijan, Nakhchivan, Gagauz and Georgia. They were separating themselves from him, his own children.

He felt helpless and depressed, the once confident and prideful man that used to walk over the results and consequence of war and bloodshed, now stayed inside his house almost all day, wallowing in self hatred and self loathing, and simply working to death. He hardly had any motivation to eat or even shower at some point, he just wanted to get everything back in order. He had a meeting with a certain capitalist pig the following week.. Which meant he had a whole week to clean his house up, get rid of the rubbish bags that had been piling up, reorganize and fix all the paintings he either shoved down or threw onto a wall and broke the frame and even the glass that protected the paintings, most of them being of his ancestors. He didn't want to be like them in any way. He sighed and got up, he can take a break... He really hated cleaning but had to, plus he had no wife to complain to now either. He got up and stretched, extremely exhausted and completely drained of any energy. He started walking downstairs to start with the most simple things - getting the paintings onto one table and start to restore/fix them as best as he could.

He gathered all the paintings and remembered where they used to be easily, now removing glass and glueing and fixing and painting... That'll take a few hours, yet it was definitely one of the easier jobs of cleaning the house. As a child, he had learnt a lot of things from his father, artistic wise atleast. He knew how to sculpt to an extent, how to restore little mistakes and patches on paintings, he didn't like singing but knew how todo so properly, used to do ballet and play the piano. He was a very stressed out kid, that's for sure.

After a few hours, he managed to get most of the paintings fixed and painted properly. You could almost feel the power that his father once had from the paintings. He sighed in relief and stepped back to look at them before hanging them up in their respective places.

He didn't really have anything else to do and was done with his paperwork so.. Maybe a nap would do him some good.

That's enough for today, 6 days left.

.
.
.
.
.
.

Soviet woke up. It was still quite early but he didn't feel tired so he decided to get up, he actually had a great sleep this time... No nightmares, surprisingly. They were the only reason he stopped sleeping most nights. And although it sounds childish, Soviet hated having nightmares. His were usually... Horrible. They were either about the Second World War or about his childhood and his father. Both events being traumatic as a whole.

He got up and checked to see if he even had any clean clothes to put on - he didn't. He sighed and put on the suit he usually put on and decided to do the laundry today, god knows how long he hasn't done it. But maybe this could count as a start to cleaning for today.

He went around his room, collecting socks, underwear, shirts, pants, everything to be honest. The carpet was definitely looking better now that it could actually be seen. He'd have to vacuum it too, it looked a bit dusty. Oh well, today was a bedroom cleaning day then.