It's been thirty years since the collapse of the Soviet Union. They'd both moved on, or so they thought. If it wasn't already clear, this is a Sovame fic.

Soviet had hated America....or that's what he thinks... Soviet knew he was going to die. He had always thought to himself 'It would be better for them...Wouldn't it?..' though his death made everyone just a little stronger it also made his loved ones lose a piece of themselves... (new cover by me)

This story takes place in the same Universe as my other book 'Closer to You' but before the cold war and somewhat during WWII...? (not sure if i will add it in... im still constructing its story) This is a USSR x America story if you don't like... don't read. I'll just explain why they hate each other in the present, also how Soviet became an alcoholic fuck. Let me now Cry-