𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒎𝒆 rusame country humans and states

(a flashback i guess cuz idk what to write)

"Oh, hi there, you must be 13 Colonies," said USSR, as he waltzed into the living room, his hands behind his back. 13 Colonies, who was sitting on the couch, turned to face him. "Um, hi," he replied, looking slightly uncomfortable. The living room was modestly furnished, with a worn carpet on the floor and a few framed pictures on the walls. The only other piece of furniture besides the couch was an old armchair in the corner, which was currently empty.

The door clicked shut behind USSR, and he slowly walked over to the couch, standing in front of 13 Colonies. He was dressed impeccably in a well-tailored suit, his hair neatly combed back. In contrast, 13 Colonies was wearing a pair of sweatpants and an old T-shirt, his hair disheveled. The tension in the air was palpable as they stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity.

Finally, USSR broke the silence. "So, 13 Colonies, how have you been?" he asked, his voice smooth and almost conversational. There was an air of menace beneath the surface, however, that made 13 Colonies' stomach churn. He swallowed nervously and tried to force a smile.

"I've been okay, I guess. And you?" he replied, trying to maintain some semblance of composure. The room was growing uncomfortably warm, and the weight of USSR's gaze felt like a physical presence pressing down on him. He shifted awkwardly in his seat.

USSR smiled, revealing a row of perfectly straight, white teeth. "Oh, I've been doing quite well, thank you for asking. I've been meaning to come over and visit for a while now. You know, just to catch up, see how things have been going for you." He paused, stepping closer to the couch. "Tell me, 13 Colonies, are you happy with your life? Do you feel fulfilled?"

13 Colonies swallowed hard, feeling the weight of USSR's gaze like a physical force pressing down on him. He tried to maintain eye contact, but found it increasingly difficult. "Well, I mean, I'm okay, I guess. Things could be worse." He shifted uncomfortably on the couch, wishing he could escape the awkward situation.

USSR chuckled softly. "Oh, I'm sure they could, my dear. But that's not what I asked, is it?" He took another step closer, his breath tickling 13 Colonies' ear. "I want to know if you're happy. If you feel fulfilled. If you're living the life you were meant to live."

13 Colonies squirmed uncomfortably, his heart racing. He glanced around the room, looking for some sort of escape route, but there was nowhere to go. He could feel USSR's body heat radiating against him, and the scent of his cologne was overpowering. "I-I'm not sure what you mean," he stammered. "I've just been trying to live my life, you know?"

USSR's grip on the back of the couch tightened, his knuckles white. "Oh, I think you know exactly what I mean, my dear. You see, I'm here today because I've been watching you. I've seen the way you've been wasting your life. I've seen the potential within you, and I know it's time for a change."

He stepped Closer so his neck, surveying 13 Colonies with a critical eye. "You could be so much more than just a relic of the past, a forgotten side-character in someone else's story. You could be the hero of your own tale. You could lead, inspire, change the course of history." with that ussr bit 13 colonies neck , hard enough to leave a bruise. The pain was sharp and sudden, making 13 Colonies cry out in surprise. Tears welled up in his eyes as he struggled to catch his breath. he tryed to escape but was trapped against the couch. "You see, I'm offering you a chance to be free. To live the life you were meant to live. All you have to do is accept my help." ussr whispered menacingly into his ear. Pulling down his pants and boxers, he reveled his massive, erect member, throbbing with desire and power. "Take this," ussr growled, "and know that it is but a taste of what is to come. A taste of the life you could have if you only let me help you."

13 Colonies felt a mixture of fear, pain, and curiosity course through his body. He hesitated for a moment, looking into USSR's cold, determined eyes. Could he really trust this man? Could he really allow himself to be changed so drastically? The thought of living the life USSR described was intoxicating, but the price seemed too high. He closed his eyes, feeling the weight of the decision press down on him like a thousand tons of lead. "I-I don't know," he stammered, his voice shaking. "I'm not sure I'm ready for this a-and i dont wanna do It with you im only 13 and your 30 y-your tring to rape me..." realization hit 13 colonies realizing that USSR was trying to rape him, but it was too late. The ussr spammer him down in to his cock and 13 colonies cryed in pain.