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Third reich x Fascist Italy(smut changed the ship)

SRRRY I CHANGED THE SHIP IT WAS ACTUALLY THIRD REICH X USSR BUT I HAD NO FUCKING IDEA- 

The year was 1941, and the world was on the brink of a precipice. The Soviet Union, a tall, cold figure with an air of unyielding stoicism, gazed out at the landscape from his stronghold. The scars of betrayal were etched into his harsh features, a testament to the shattered trust between him and the Third Reich.

Once, they'd shared a bond. A fiery, passionate connection that had burned bright, only to be extinguished by the bitter winds of war. The Soviet Union's heart ached, not only for the lost love but also for the four children they'd had together: Russia, Kazakhstan, Belarus, and Ukraine.

He'd once been a man who smiled, who trusted, who danced to the rhythm of their love. Now, the Soviet Union was a shell of his former self, his heart as cold as the icy tundra he called home. He'd built a fortress around himself, determined to never be vulnerable again.

On the other side of the globe, the Third Reich, a man of mesmerizing allure, seethed with a dangerous sort of charism. His eyes were those of a predator, his body language a declaration of dominance. The Third Reich was a part of the axis, allied with Fascist Italy and Imperial Japan. He reveled in his role as an antagonist to the Soviet Union, his twisted obsession with destroying his former lover feeding his dark desires.

The war raged on, each side locked in a bitter dance of death, their histories now entwined in the blood-soaked fabric of conflict. The Soviet Union's thoughts, however, often returned to the time they'd once shared.

Their heated arguments, once a testament to their fiery passion, now only served to remind the Soviet Union of the pain inflicted by the Third Reich's betrayal. He'd lost himself in the whirlwind of their love, blind to the storm brewing on the horizon.

As the years passed, the Soviet Union's heart hardened, his eyes now filled with a hollow emptiness. The children, Russia, Kazakhstan, Belarus, and Ukraine, felt the weight of their father's pain, their smiles fading as they watched the world they once knew crumble around them. Yet, in the quiet moments, before the screams of battle filled the night, the Soviet Union would hold his children close, promising that one day they'd all be safe. He'd vowed to protect them, to never let their hearts be as cold as his.

The angst of their past, the betrayal of the Third Reich, was a wound that festered, a constant reminder of the love that had turned sour. The Soviet Union's bitterness clung to him like a shroud, an ever-present shadow in his heart.

But as the tides of war turned, as the world began to heal, the ghosts of their past refused to be silenced. The Soviet Union, his heart a fortress against both love and pain, vowed to never forget the man who had shattered his world.

And the Third Reich, still fueled by his twisted obsession, continued to watch from afar. The echoes of their once passionate love melded with the whispers of the battlefield, a testament to the complex tapestry of human emotion.

In the end, the world would heal, but the scars of their past would remain, a constant reminder of the secret love and bitter betrayal that had once entwined the Soviet Union and the Third Reich.

The Third Reich, unable to resist the allure of Fascist Italy's charm, approached him in the shadows of a grand ball. The air crackled with tension as the two men locked eyes, a secret history between the Third Reich and the Soviet Union simmering beneath the surface.

"Signore Fascista Italia," the Third Reich purred, his voice a smooth rumble. "You look ravishing tonight."

Fascist Italy raised an eyebrow, his dark eyes flicking towards the Third Reich with a hint of amusement. "Thank you, Mein Herr. You too are a vision of power and dominance."