Sovietonion Stories

I made this to annoy my comrades. Those sacks of flesh.

During one peaceful day, a Chinese dragon flies down from Heaven to save someone special in need... trigger warnings : -swearing -we*pons -communism☭ -Soviet Onion -EOJ (empire of weebs)

Legit in the fucking title

America is the self-declared hero of the free world. Bright smile, nuclear warheads, and a PR team that never sleeps. Russia is the looming shadow behind the Iron Curtain-equal parts folklore, fear, and frostbite. The year is 1963, and the world is a ticking bomb. As an international terrorist group develops behind the scenes, they meet again and again across summits, standoffs, and secret corridors-where threats slip between laughs and hands almost brush before they recoil. What begins as mutual disdain simmers into dangerous interest. In the backdrop, their "families" watch the tension grow-with everything from denial, interference, sabotage, and (in Ukraine's case) tea. A Cold War slow-burn where nationhood collides with identity, where power means pressure, and where loving the enemy might be the deadliest act of all. [My first fanfic🌝]