Black mailed and fucked. Soviet x America

Chapter one.

"..."

Soviet wasn't sure how to react... the purge started... red eyed black ink monsters roamed around the empty streets, smoke was in the air... sounds of distinct screams in the distance. The city was a mess...

Soviet would stay silent, looking around in shock and fear, he had never seen the city look like this, it was terrifying to him as well, and the sound of the screams, of people screaming for their lives, made his blood run cold.

He pulls his ushanka closer over his head. He knew this wouldn't only last 24 hours... this would last a lot longer...

He had to find a way to get to the skyscraper that controlled everything... he had to get to America and make him stop this...!

He knew that America was responsible for this, and he had to find a way to stop him, to end this nightmare. Soviet took a deep breath, steeling himself against the cold night air as he set out on foot, making his way through the city streets.

As he walked, he was constantly on edge, the sound of the roars and screams and the sight of the ink monsters everywhere around him made him feel increasingly nervous and scared.

He never felt scared before but this... was fucking different. His good eye scans the city, what if there were other country's that need help...? Or that could help him?

The thought of other country's going through the same thing as him, needing help, or even that they could help him, crossed his mind for a moment, but he quickly pushed it aside, focusing on his own survival.

He kept moving, avoiding the inky monsters and dodging the debris that littered the streets. The city was like a ghost town, abandoned and desolate.

Despite his fear, he kept going on, determined to reach the skyscraper and confront America.

America had gone completely insane...

The once cheerful, outgoing America that he used to know had seemed to have just disappeared and in his place was this cold, insane dictator. Soviet shuddered.

A insane dictator... that won't hesitate to kill someone who even looks at him weird...

Soviet knew that firsthand. He remembers what America did to him and the others...

Soviet couldn't help but remember the events that had led to this point, the violence, the abuse he suffered at America's hands.... He pushed the memories out of his mind, focusing on the task at hand.

two weeks earlier

The memories of the events two weeks ago played like a movie in Soviet's mind. Two weeks ago, the world was a very different place. People went about their daily lives, countries interacted with each other, and most things were "normal."
Soviet had been going about his usual duties, attending meetings and dealing with the day-to-day affairs. That is, until America had called for "a special meeting of the countries".

Countries all over the world gathered together in a large room, all curious as to why America would suddenly call for such a meeting. Sitting at the head of the table, a self-satisfied smile on his face, America looked around the room, his gaze lingering on each country for a small moment before speaking.

"Good morning everyone, and thank you for coming on such short notice
I'm sure you're all wondering why I've called this meeting"